by April Vine
He inched from her breast to her throat. He laid a single finger against her pulse and softened the kiss. She whimpered, trying to grab him back when he lifted his head.
“I want to do this slowly. I want to feel and see all of you. Trust me.” His lips brushed hers. Obediently she raised her hands above her head. Crazy to give him such utter control. Desperate to give him anything he wanted.
His kissed his way to her nipples. First his breath, his teeth then the hot suction of his mouth as he pulled her in and sucked on her. Her hands moved to his head, to hold him closer, to keep him there and send him away at the same time. He recaptured her hands and held them imprisoned above her head while he continued to feast on her throbbing nipples. He licked down her abdomen to her navel and the top of her skirt. He knelt between her thighs, coaxing her to raise her ass for him to remove her skirt. Her boots came off next. He took forever to remove her wet G-string, taking sadistic pleasure in whispering against her lace-covered pussy, inhaling her scent. She writhed on her bed. Her body begged for release, any kind of release.
He stared at her naked pussy. Even without touching her, his power enticed her. She shuddered as the flesh at the core of her being contracted and succumbed to him.
He shielded her body with his, restrained her hands again in one of his and dipped his fingers into her pussy. She jerked and closed her eyes. The consuming touch broke her down into a flimsy mortal. She cried as he pressed his fingers deeper inside her. She begged as his thumb brushed against her clit.
“So wet, so silky. You drive me insane.”
“Please don’t wait. Take me now. Now, Zach, please.”
“You’re not ready for me yet.”
Her insistence of the opposite didn’t matter any longer when he kissed her pussy. Her back arched. The muscles in her thighs ached. Still she fought against him.
He stroked her thigh and licked her flesh. “Let go. I want you to come undone in my mouth.”
She thrashed from side to side, his wicked tongue merciless on her. He teased her, licked her and swallowed every drop of desire she surrendered. He imbibed upon each fold of her sex, separately, together. She stiffened with joy as he worshipped her clit. Taking it into his mouth where he sucked until she pulled at his hair.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to drink from you. I want to feel your sweet pussy juice slide down my throat and into my body. Come for me, Nikita.”
She pressed her lips together. Her heart stopped beating for a few seconds as her climax took over her whole body. Every shudder and spasm resuscitated her pulse. Gasping for air, she rose from the bed and met him halfway, frantic for his life force. She whisked the clothes off his body. He brought her onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist as he kissed her. She tasted traces of herself on his lips and kissed him deeper.
“I need you inside me. Please.”
He lowered her back down onto the bed, gripped his cock and guided it to the entrance of her body. She closed her eyes and held her breath. He stopped.
“Look at me.” The deep, rough texture of his voice contrasted the gentle stroke of his fingers on her cheek.
She turned her head away from him. How could she look into the eyes of the man who would kill her with his touch?
How could she let him know she’d been unable to resist him even at the expense of her existence? That the power was his not hers.
“Look at me, Nikita. When I’m inside you, I want you to look at me. Sweet heaven, look at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered open. She had no choice left.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he penetrated her. As wet as he’d made her, she scrunched her eyes closed again at his entrance.
“Why do you feel as if you are a virgin?” Shock laced his voice as he withdrew from her.
“I am. For now and for you. Don’t stop.”
A frown crossed his forehead. Suspicion clouded his gaze.
“Don’t stop. Please.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, forcing him to come to her.
“I need you.” She wet his lower lip with her tongue. “Take me.” Her pussy quaked as the crown of his cock hesitated at her opening. She reached to her bedside table and opened the box, without stopping the caress of his lips with hers. The spider found her palm and dissolved into her veins. Nathaniel’s poison would be safe in her blood until she could pass it onto him. Her life as she knew it on Earth would end in a matter of minutes because that was the deal—if she fell in love, she broke the seal keeping her alive on Earth. She’d disintegrate from his embrace soon and enter hell where her life would be short-lived but long enough to end Nathaniel’s reign of terror. Her only regret that she’d be leaving Zach behind.
“I can’t stop myself wanting you,” he murmured, gently easing into her again. She moaned—tears drizzled down her cheeks. He assumed he hurt her. She cried because he was killing her.
“I’m sorry. Hold on to me, Nikita. Don’t let go, sweetheart.”
Her arms wound around his neck. He stretched her to accommodate his cock. Mayhem reigned in her nerves. The violent thud of her heart only outdone by the sound of his. She grew wetter around him, relishing the lingering pressure of his cock inside her, dying under the wondrous strokes of his hands on her body, the delicious kisses on her mouth. She memorized every inch he passed into her. Bearing his length and width was a pleasure no other could give her in any one lifetime. Yet she knew Zach would never be able to love her back. She was cursed that way.
“Nikita…”
“Deeper,” she sobbed.
He soothed the hair away from her face and cupped her cheek. “You feel like…I can’t explain it.” His eyes blazed with desire and disbelief. She contracted her inner muscles, tightening around him between her legs. “Ah, what are you doing to me?”
“Fuck me, Zach. And don’t stop even if I beg you to. Don’t stop.”
“Hold on to me, beautiful.”
Her nails dug into the skin on his shoulder. She scratched a path to his back and lower to his buttocks, feeling a chill every time he purposefully slipped from her. She tasted blood in her mouth from biting her lip. He forced her to relinquish the sharp clasp of her teeth, taking her bloodied and swollen lip into his mouth where he nursed it with gentle licks.
Her wet pussy tempted him to go deeper, to fuck her harder. The beat of his thrusts grew rapid, assured now she could take him. Sweat dripped and mingled off both their bodies.
“You’re so hot. I feel as if I’m melting inside you.” The soft growl of his voice was the last sound she heard as a potent climax left her body. “God, you feel like heaven.”
She tossed and turned, the strong waves of the orgasm summoned all her senses to the fore. He awarded her the sweet gift of pure delirium. She couldn’t tell which universe she belonged to, where time stood, how it all would end. With that intricate part of his body, his cock, melded inside her body, coupled with his will to please her, he made her feel nothing but whole. And she couldn’t take the pleasure anymore.
“Zach, don’t stop, please, even though I can’t take any more.” She clutched her arms around his neck, crying into this shoulder.
“Nikita?” He pulled back to see her face. “I’m not going anywhere.” To prove his point he sank deeper into her, expanding against the walls of her slippery sex, touching a soul she didn’t even recognize but that still belonged to her.
Chapter Five
Zach held the woman beneath him. The heat pouring off her body turned his tough side to mush, his control to naught. Her tears tore at his heart, her body thawed his brain, the feeling of being inside her shook his whole world. The kaleidoscope of emotions she evoked scared him shitless.
A virgin for him only, for now?
He had no idea what that meant, but he knew he had come to respect the superiority of the supernatural without any attached paranoia. But penetrating her had driven him over the edge. He had to salvage the last measly remnants of his control to just not to die from pleasure
inside her.
Only one thing remained certain. She wanted him with a desperation that matched his own.
He kissed her tears away. “I won’t stop, not ever because even if I wanted to I can’t.” He licked the dampness of her tears off his lips. Her sweetness etched itself into his brain to stay there forever. He slipped from her.
“No.”
“Turn over, sweetheart.” He helped her flip over and brought her to her knees. She looked at him over her shoulder.
“Do it now.” Her order translated the manic desire in her eyes, the hot desperation of her body. But he saw something else in her gaze too. Sadness. The idea stabbed him like a double-edged dagger dipped in poison. “Please.”
“Is that what you want?” The question he asked made dubious sense but he didn’t know what else to ask, what troubled her, or how to fix it.
“Yes, Zach, this is what I want.”
The tanned color of his hands against the creamy-white skin of her back reminded him how fragile she looked and felt, yet hardly was in reality. His hand curled around his stiff dick, acknowledging the fact that his cock still glowed, even more so and strangely he could not care less. With his other hand he stroked his knuckles down her seeping pussy, parted her folds and drove into her. He threw his head back as he clasped her hips and pounded back and forth into her. Perspiration layered his skin, the clutch of her tight cunt around his cock tearing through his control like a wildfire through dry grass.
He clenched his jaw, commanding his climax to hold off. Not yet. Not until he made her sizzle from the inside out. Not until she begged him to stop. Her moans, whimpers and shouts of joy music to his ears. His heart threatened to burst in his chest, his veins to puncture, his brain to explode. He fucked her until she came. Her orgasm ebbed against his cock, each spasm fed his body like a drug. He wanted to give her more, so much more, if only to feel her climaxing around him. He fucked her like he did no other woman before her and never would another after her. The thought didn’t startle him as much as it should have.
“No more, Zach, please. I can’t take any more.” Her knees caved in. He slipped from inside her, lifted her and brought her to lean against him. Her velvety skin was smooth against his chest. He gathered her hair and swung it over one shoulder, it cascaded over her breast. He kissed the bruise on the side of her neck. Fury worked his muscles at the sight of it. He’d kill anyone who dared touch her like that again. His lips layered kisses over the purplish mark and she shuddered. He medicated it with his tongue, turning her on until she ground against him. He slid one hand to her pulsating clit. The satiny flesh vibrated at his touch and hardened as he slipped his fingers into her pussy. The other hand rolled over her lovely breast. Stroking and teasing her pebbled nipple between his fingers. His cock lay nestled between her ass cheeks, growing as his scissoring fingers inside her pussy commanded she come again.
He loved her. The words spilled out of his heart and echoed repeatedly in his head. The meaning of the words came from a completely different part of him—an untapped, undiscovered, foreign part of him. He loved her and he was under no spell except the one that brought him to her in the first place.
“Zach,” she cried. “Zach!” She imploded. He cupped her pussy, containing the orgasm that bounded out of her. She sagged again but he wasn’t done with her yet. He brought her up and spanked her pussy with one sharp slap of his hand. Her entire body resonated with visible shivers. The folds of her cunt quavered against his palm. He slipped three fingers inside her. And she came again, just like that. He’d never tire of the sensations of her flesh tightening and releasing around his fingers.
“Again?”
“Yes. Yes.” No hesitation. He slapped her again. She came again. He expected to collapse with satisfied fatigue. To want to just lie inside her and fill her up with his cum. He didn’t. He felt more powerful than he ever had before. He found he could hold off his climax to give her thousands more and yet his shaft overflowed with cum waiting to be spent. He’d have continued to make love to this woman without stopping, he realized. His pleasure came from hers.
“Come inside me, Zach. I need you inside me.” She turned around, fell onto her back and opened her legs. “Please.”
His gaze dropped to her pussy. Swollen. Red. Beautiful. He lowered himself and wedged between her thighs. His mouth opened on her. He felt possessed by her. By her essence. The essence he evoked from her body. He licked and sucked. She pulled at his hair.
“No. I want you. Soothe me with your cum, Zach. Fill me up until I’ve no room to keep all of you inside me. Make me wetter. I want to be immersed by you. Please, now.”
“Nikita…” He lifted himself over her parted legs. He closed his eyes as she guided him inside her. Closing him in, sealing the slippery walls of her pussy over him. Intoxicating his mind with unutterable sweetness. “Nikita.” His cock opened and he spilled his cum inside her.
He didn’t know how it happened. How Nikita was torn from his body and flung to the other end of the room, or how he received the talon-marked cut running down his cheek, oozing blood all over her threadbare carpet, the wind kicked out of his lungs.
A figure in a black coat stalked toward Nikita.
“He is the one you gave your life to. Do you know what misery you’ve brought upon him? I will kill him slowly. I will make him my pet, my slave.”
“Meralda, please…”
“Hush. How will you feel in your private hell when you know I will chain him and make him lick my pussy for days without stopping?” The cloaked figure raised her hand. He rose with one fluid motion, unsure how he got to the attacker. He caught her wrist in mid-descent to Nikita’s face.
“Touch her and I’ll kill you.” He didn’t know how that grip on her wrist burned through her skin either, punishing the haggard woman to her knees in pain. He released her immediately. The humanlike creature staggered away from him. Her eyes widened as her gaze swung from him to Nikita.
“Bitch, you lied to me. He is a warlock.”
He heard horror and astonishment in her croaky voice before she disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a reek that turned his stomach.
*
Agony exploded in every part of Nikita’s body as she lay on the floor. She drew her knees into her chest to contain the brutal aftermath of losing her powers, dimly aware of Zach screaming at her to wake up as he cradled her against his warm body. Dizzy, cold and weak she gave in and waited for hell to come and fetch her.
Her eyes fluttered open after minutes or hours, she couldn’t tell which. The softness under her back came from her bed. The face before her, fierce but handsome was Zach’s. She shot up from the bed, her gaze engulfing the whole of her flat. This wasn’t hell.
“Something’s wrong.”
“Nikita, damn, get back into the bed. You’re in no condition to get up yet.” He pressed her down into the covers.
“What happened?”
“You passed out from being thrown against the wall by that creature.”
“How long was I out?”
“A minute at the most.”
“This isn’t right.” Memories of Meralda hurling her to the floor flooded her mind, Zach’s supernatural power as he brought Meralda to her knees. Zach’s sudden supernatural powers, where did they come from?
The crunch of fear compressed her heart. “I have to fix this.” She ignored his command to stay. The coldness from the bare floor ate at her feet and inched up her spine as she slipped her robe over her nakedness. For long moments indecision kept her rooted to the same spot. The loss of her powers left her drained and tired, but she couldn’t understand why she still stood alive in this realm when the instant she broke the spell and her powers disintegrated she should have too. It’s not how the spell worked. The dynamics changed without her knowledge, leaving her clueless and devastated at the same time.
“What the hell just happened?”
She ignored his question, turning away from him as he examined his p
alm. He was gloriously naked in the center of her bedroom. If she couldn’t understand it herself, how could she explain it to him?
“I have to go and see the witches. Now. Hurry up, you need to leave.” She picked up his clothes and shoved them into his chest. “Quickly.”
He caught her arm and whirled her around to face him. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Zach, I don’t know what’s going on, trust me, but it’s crucial I go to the witches immediately. Please trust me.”
“Who was that woman or witch or whatever the hell she was?”
“I’ll explain it all later. For now…”
Stubbornness tightened his jaw. She feared he’d stand there and argue with her all night and there was nothing she could do to make him move, not stripped of her powers as she was now. “The longer I wait, the more serious this becomes. And don’t demand to know what this is, because I don’t know either. The witches can help me. Please, I have to get to them and you have to leave. Don’t touch anyone. Don’t talk to anyone. Go straight home. Stay locked up.”
Only one possible explanation glared her in the face. Zach seemed to have recouped her lost powers somehow.
She didn’t know how much longer she had to live. Minutes? Hours? But she couldn’t leave without ensuring she hadn’t damaged Zach in any way. Now that Meralda thought he was a warlock, she would tear him apart limb from limb. His mortality, the one thing she banked on to keep him safe from the demons that haunted her, was now the one reason they would haunt him too. How had this gone so horribly wrong so quickly?
“Like hell I am. I’m not going anywhere without you unless you use magic to shackle me to your ceiling as you’re so fond of doing.” He planted himself in her way. The scent and heat of his body filled her. His cum dripped from her body onto her thighs. Even with all the chaos going on around her, she couldn’t deny the sensation of his markings on her skin.