by Siobhan Muir
“You mean my blood.”
“No, you saw me feed from Paul. Your body is beautiful and full and so…so…” Words failed him, and he closed his eyes as he nuzzled her cheek and jaw-line. “I want to glory in it, to show you I am worthy of your gift. I want to show you the pleasure making love to you will give me.”
When she frowned, puzzled, he smiled slowly with sensual promise.
“I want you to see my satisfaction in giving your body pleasure. You’re a woman who is meant to be savored and adored. Anyone who simply took quick release from you has done you a disservice. You’re the embodiment of the Goddess and should be treated as such, but you are also the woman I care for most in this whole world. I love your body, your smell, your smile, your eyes, your sharp temper, the fire in your heart, your courage in accepting what I am. What we all are.”
He stopped and stood up taller, looking deeply into her eyes. His scent changed again to ginger and cayenne pepper as the fires of want and truth burned through his voice. “If you wish to leave, you are free to go. I won’t stop you. But know that I would rather you stay forever with me so that I can worship you as my lover, my Goddess, my wife.”
“Your what?”
Fredrick smiled a smile full of the promise of sex, pleasure, and love. Then he closed the distance between them and pressed the already thick bulge in his shorts against her pelvis.
“My wife if you’ll have me,” he whispered in her ear as his hands rested against her hips. “Bridget Erin Diana Shanahan, would you marry me and be a vampire’s lover?” He dropped his lips to her collar bone and nibbled the edges of her throat.
Bridget sighed, feeling the lust surge from where she’d tamped it down. His hair fell around her face, and she inhaled the flowery shampoo he must have used. His kisses became more insistent, and she almost let go and let him do whatever he wanted to her. It had been years since a man had taken the time to make her feel good, and she was loath to pass up the opportunity.
“Will you, Bridget?” His voice flowed over her like his hair: thick, warm, velvety and fragrant. She didn’t want to say anything, but she knew he needed an answer.
Which means you have to think! Focus.
Did she want to marry him? Live in his beautiful house, make love to his handsome body, fulfill her mother’s wishes? She almost grimaced at the last thought. Her mother had no place in this consideration. The first two things didn’t seem all that bad.
“I have a few conditions.” She gasped as his hands tunneled under her shirt and fondled her breasts.
“Is that a yes?”
He lifted the shirt over her head and unhooked her bra.
“Yes, but first—”
Her voice devolved into a moan as he slid her bra strap off one arm and took the exposed nipple into his warm mouth. His tongue slid over the bumps on her aureole, bouncing and jumping from one to the next without missing the lows in between. She struggled to regain composure.
“First, you can’t feed off of me unless it’s a dire emergency, and even then we will have to talk about it.”
“I told you I would never feed off you,” he mumbled from her breast as he slid the other bra strap off her other shoulder. “What else?”
“Dear God!” Her attention was wavering from her thoughts to what he was doing with his tongue on her other breast. “Ooohhhh. Second…Second! I don’t share very well, so I won’t tolerate you sleeping with any other woman. Ever.”
“Oh, my Lady Goddess,” he murmured, running his tongue along the underside of her breasts then down the midline of her body as he dropped to his knees. “There will never be a woman in this world who will equal you or tempt me from your glorious body. No ordinary woman could compare to the connection I have with you.”
Pleasure flooded through her and submerged the last of her resistance. “In that case, you have until the sun comes up tomorrow morning to stop doing that.”
A deep, velvet chuckle rumbled up from her belly as his hands slipped beneath her waistband. “Very well, my Lady.”
Chapter Nine
Elation shot through Fredrick’s veins as he carefully unbuttoned Bridget’s pants and slid them down over her hips. She sighed with pleasure, and he smiled without looking up at her.
His wife. She’d agreed to marry him if he didn’t feed off her or have sex with another woman. He laughed inwardly as he slowly ran his fingertips over her bare buttocks. No other woman could ever tempt him from her side.
Bridget let out a soft moan, and her legs stiffened as she succumbed to his touches. The connection between them let him feel her pleasure, and he found it more addictive than the hot, copper scent of blood.
And the scent of her arousal wafting from between her legs isn’t bad, either.
He drew her forward to step out of her pants and rose to his feet to gather her close to him once more as she stumbled.
“Easy, love.” He kissed her softly, and she melted into his embrace.
He loved her response, but he didn’t want to rush this. She’d granted him the gift of her body willingly, and he wanted to savor every moment. He’d waited half a year for her, and he’d take his time.
When she turned her head to breathe, he lifted her with his hands on her ribs and carried her to the bed, his bed, where he’d wanted her the moment he’d undressed her to care for her wound. His body roared its approval as he laid her gently on the soft sheets, and he again marveled at the wondrous expanse of her breasts. Now he would taste them and determine if his earlier estimate of their sweetness was accurate.
“Are you enjoying this, my lady?” he asked as he lowered his face between the swells of creamy flesh. He pushed his hips between her thighs and pressed his weight onto her.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“No. Oh Goddess.” He slid his tongue along the underside of one breast while his hand caressed the other.
Bridget arched her back and gasped with pleasure. He smiled around the aureole and nipple and cupped the outer bulge with his other hand, trailing his fingers over the silky smooth skin.
He dragged his tongue over her nipple and closed his lips around it as he gently nipped her with his canines, careful not to break the skin. As she squealed in surprise, he rose up and switched to the other breast, leaving one hand to caress the first. He flicked the first nipple as his tongue massaged the second. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him, but he held her fast and kept up the torturous pleasure, languidly sucking and licking her swollen breast.
Finally, he moved from her wondrous mounds and dropped kisses and tongue strokes down her belly and abdomen. His hair fell around him and followed his motions, tickling her skin enough to make her squirm even more. She looked down at him and tangled her fingers in his hair, her expression filling with wonder.
“It is.,”Her voice filled with wonder.
“What is?”
“Your hair. I’ve wanted to run my hands through it since I saw you in the coffee shop. I knew it would be just like silk rope.”
He grunted in amusement and returned to his pleasurable task. His hands glided down her belly, feeling the gentle curves of the muscles beneath her smooth skin. He stopped his hands at her thighs and gently pushed them apart so he could nuzzle her mound. She smelled like a mixture of sweet, copper blood, eroticism, and Japanese cherry blossoms, and he dove in, savoring her sweet juices.
Sweet sugar, sultry cinnamon, tangy citrus; all his favorite flavors flowed from her, and he reveled in her tastes. He probed gently at her outer lips, flicking and kissing the hard button of her clitoris.
Bridget keened a high wail of pleasure as he sucked on her pleasure nub, periodically leaving it to lick her inner folds without entering her hot pussy. His own pleasure ramped up with each sound, and warm tangy cream trickled onto his tongue.
By the Goddess, she tastes wonderful.
His right hand continued down to her left knee, caressed her kneecap then leisurely slid up her inner thigh and across her left hip. Bridget w
rithed, and he smiled against her sweet flesh, satisfaction filling him.
He’d found nothing better in his long life than pleasuring a sexy woman. It turned him on nearly as much as her pleasuring him, and his own body tightened with arousal.
His lips and tongue massaged her outer folds while his right hand continued over her belly and tweaked her left breast. The nipple hardened under his fingers, and her scent changed from fresh cut grass in spring to sharp pine in the sun as her lust surged.
“Oh my glory, Fredrick…”
He chuckled against her hot flesh. “Yes, your glory indeed, my love.”
Fredrick gently pulled his mouth lower and inserted his tongue into her moist heat while he pushed the tip of his nose between her lips. She gasped in surprise as he flicked his tongue around the smooth sides of her outer lips and wriggled his face so his nose slipped between them to nuzzle her clitoris.
She whimpered and arched her back in supplication. Her hips lifted off the bed a little, urging him on. He smiled to himself and slid his nose slowly up and down over the base of the clitoris, catching her sweet cream on his tongue with each motion.
Bridget gasped and moaned in ecstasy, rocking her hips to the rhythm of his nose and tongue. He settled his entire weight on her to hold her down as he feasted on her pussy. As she moved under him, he rhythmically licked her swollen lips as he stroked her clitoris with his nose.
“That’s it, Lady. Take your pleasure, and come for me.”
She sucked her breath in one last time and let out high-pitched squeal as the orgasm crashed over her. He kept licking her, drinking the shockwaves of her release as they came in pulses and filled his mouth with her ambrosia. At last, she relaxed down onto the bed and sighed. He gave her one last lick and pulled himself up onto his hands to look at her.
Bridget smiled at him from under heavy lids, her expression as satisfied as a cat with a belly full of cream. His own satisfaction settled around him as he licked her juices off his lips, feeling cat-like himself. She’d tasted so sweet, sweeter even than he’d imagined when he’d first seen her, and his cock stiffened in an erotic reminder.
She rose languidly from the pillows to draw him upwards with her, still smiling her satisfied smile. Her gaze traveled down his body to his waist where they stopped at the wet spot on his boxer shorts. Her grin widened as she tugged the boxers off his hips and over his very hard cock, and his heartbeat accelerated. She looked like she’d discovered treasure as she licked her lips, making his lust surge. Was there anything more beautiful than a sexy woman enjoying herself?
“Thank you so much.” She sighed.
“For what, my lady?”
“For the lip service and this.”
She slid one hand down his body to grasp his hard cock and ran her thumb over the tip. Pleasure flared, tightening his balls against his body as she added, “I would ask you if you really enjoyed it, but I think I have my answer right here.”
Fredrick laughed. “Bridget, my love, I’ve never enjoyed it that much in my life. Anytime you want me to do it to you, just ask, and I’ll drop what I am doing to come to you.”
She smiled again, but this time it was full of mischief. “Then perhaps you would indulge me.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Again, right now?”
“Oh no, not for me, but for you.”
Bridget slid out from under him with the grace of a cat, then pushed him down in the bed onto his back. Her glorious breasts hung from above him like mounds of soft silk he wanted to caress for hours on end, but she wriggled down his body to settle between his legs, pressing the soft globes against his calves.
She rested on her stomach with her legs bent at the knees and her ankles crossed above her. Her left hand supported her head and her right hand slid up his left thigh, tracing the outlines of the muscles.
Damn, even her ankles are sexy!
Fredrick imagined them locked behind his back as he pounded into her, and his cock flexed in response to his thoughts. She smiled smugly as if she’d read his mind and trailed her fingers closer to his genitals. He sucked his breath in and closed his eyes as she skimmed near his testicles, but didn’t actually touch them.
Because his eyes were closed he didn’t see her move, but they snapped back open when her warm, wet mouth closed around the tip of his cock and her tongue rubbed the edges of the head.
“Dear Goddess of All!”
Was that his voice moaning? He lost track over everything else as she pushed her mouth down onto the shaft, encasing him in wet heat. Then he felt her tongue snake around and stroke the hairs at the base, tickling.
He inhaled to groan and the scent of excited female saturated his senses, building his arousal higher. Each swipe of her tongue sent a pulse of sensation up his spine and hardened his penis until it felt like a pillar of marble. She increased the pressure of her mouth on the length of his shaft and pulled gently upwards. Then she released it with a subtle pop and slid back down to flick her tongue at the hairs again. He fisted the bed sheets so tight his knuckles cracked, and he wondered where the hell she’d learned to do this.
It doesn’t matter as long as she doesn’t stop.
Fredrick lost himself in the sensations, the pleasure and eroticism of her caresses destroying his sense of time and place. She brought him close to the brink many times, but just as he reached his limit, she backed off and changed her tactics, building him back up once again.
Arousal built like a wall, a few bricks at a time, and his heart thundered in his chest, tightening his muscles in ecstasy. Then Bridget knocked a few bricks out of place, and his breath shuddered out of him with a groan as he came down.
When she replaced her mouth with her hand on his cock then licked and sucked on his testicles, he just about lost all control. He groaned and bit his bottom lip so hard he almost punctured it with his fangs, the pain mixing with the pleasure to build the wall to breaking. Her touches were soft, wet, warm, tender, erotic, sensual and beyond words, and he wanted more.
“Dear Goddess, you are amazing.”
He felt her smile around his flesh and realized she’d keep this up until he came if he let her.
Growling deep in his throat with lust, he sat up, grasped her shoulders and pulled her gently off his cock. He came out with a soft pop! Her eyes filled with surprise. He dragged her up his body until she crouched on all fours over him and kissed her savagely, thrusting his tongue into her hot, sexy mouth. Goddess, he loved that mouth! She moaned into his kiss, running her tongue over his canines and sending new jolts of sensation through him.
“I’m not coming in that hot, little mouth of yours, my sweet. Not tonight.”
When her lips dropped into a disappointed little moue, he grasped her hips and pushed them down onto his raging cockstand.
They both groaned in ecstasy as her warm, wet pussy gloved him from tip to base. He just had enough strength to lift her off until he nearly came out, but she squealed in dismay and jerked herself out of his grasp, dropping hard back around him.
“Oh, my dear Goddess, you are perfect!”
She tipped her head forward to stare into his eyes with lustful triumph as she rocked, gently and slowly, scraping her clit against his shaft. He reveled in the velvet grip sliding up to the head of his penis then back down to the base, his arousal building another wall.
“Ride me, my Goddess,” he snarled at her, and her rocking gained momentum and frequency.
He gazed up at her red tresses flowing around her shoulders and face as she rode, and love blazed as brightly as his lust. Her breasts bounced on her chest, and her large nipples grew hard at each thrust; but her face captured his attention. The surging arousal in her drew him in and held him fast. The wave of lust and pleasure began to rise, and he gripped her hips tightly as he thrust harder and harder into her.
“Oh, yes, Fredrick. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she shouted, throwing her head back in auburn abandon.
Her orgasm crashed over her, and
her pussy clamped around him like a hot, wet glove, massaging his cock and pushing him over into his own ecstasy. An explosion of light and power filled the bedroom as they climaxed together, and their bond solidified into a near-tangible rope. The scents of springtime and exotic incense wrapped around them, coating the memory of their shared pleasure.
Fredrick growled as he thrust hard one last time, and then he was done, floating in a euphoria he’d never felt with any other woman in his entire life. Bridget collapsed on his chest and lay there, breathing hard and moaning softly.
“Are…Are you hurt?” he said breathlessly as he raised his hands to her shoulders.
“No, no. I just have never had an orgasm like that before. Geez, and I thought your tongue was good. Holy shit!” She shook with exhausted laughter. “I’ve decided I’m going to let you do that to me again.” She slowly rolled her body off to the side of his, dropping her head on his chest.
His own laughter rumbled in his chest. “I’m only going to do that to you again if you promise to marry me. And I need a real yes this time, please. Then I will ravage you in new and exciting ways for the rest of your life.”
“Okay,” she replied amiably.
He chuckled again and tipped her head toward him. “A real yes, remember?”
“Yes, Fredrick MacGregor, my handsome vampire lover. I will be happy to marry you and let you ravage me as you see fit.” Her expression filled with warm contentment.
Unmitigated joy flooded through him. He’d put that expression there. His life mate and the woman he’d spend eternity loving, both physically and emotionally, rested satisfied in his arms.
“I love you, my Lady Bridget.”
“I love you, too, Fredrick,” she admitted as she laid her head back down on his chest and snuggled her body against his. “I really, really do.”
“I am so glad to hear that.”