by Celia Kyle
She needed to slow down.
The square root of one million eight hundred seventy nine thousand six hundred fifty-five is one thousand three hundred seventy-one.
Maybe a single caress…
“I want to fuck you” in French is je veux te baiser.
She reached out and circled the head, gathering the pearly drops.
When Spartacus led a revolt against Rome in 73 B.C., six thousand slaves were crucified.
Whoa. Okay. Lotsa dead bodies. That was one way to put the brakes on her horn-fest.
With a deep breath, she nudged her vampire half back, forcing the bitch to calm down before they ripped Liam to shreds with wanting.
“Victoria.” His tone was warning. She ignored him.
Calmed now, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, awed by the combination of silk and steel that filled her palm. She brushed the flaps of his jeans wider, tearing the cloth a little and giving her access to more of him. Then she took full advantage of the space. She stroked him from tip to base and back again, learning the lines of his cock. She traced the pulsing vein that throbbed against her hand and then circled the tip, enjoying her freedom.
“So soft. So hard.”
Liam tensed, breath heaving, but he remained still for her, so she continued.
Tory took her time, skimming the head and watching as another droplet of pre-cum decorated his slit. She shot him a grin. “So mine.”
Tory squeezed and pumped his dick as expressions of pain and pleasure danced across his features.
“Victoria, you need to stop.” Tension filled his body, muscles hard and straining beneath his skin. “If you don’t, I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna what?” She taunted him.
Tory didn’t know where the bravado was coming from, the need to goad him, but she liked it. For once in her life, she wasn’t some speechless dork when faced with a guy in a sexual situation. No, she was seduction personified.
Liam didn’t respond to her question. No, he merely grabbed her upper arms and bodily moved her to the scarred, round table, plopping her ass onto the smooth wood.
“Wha—”
“I told you I was barely holding on. I warned you, my Fire.” He flashed his fangs and a bolt of need coursed through her veins.
Then he showed her exactly what happened when a person teased a vamp.
Liam pushed at her shoulders, forcing her to lean back and rest her weight on her elbows. The moment she relaxed into position, he gave her a jerky nod and then his gaze focused on the juncture of her thighs. His pink tongue snaked out and flicked his lips. Passion and fire burned in his eyes as he eased his hips between her knees.
“Do you know how good you smell? All sex. Hot and sweet.” He stroked her outer thighs, sliding his hands beneath her skirt, rising higher and higher along her sensitized skin. Without warning, he flipped the fabric up, resting the hem on her hips and exposing her to his gaze.
Tory squeaked at the sudden move and fought to close her legs.
Liam wasn’t having it. He kept her in place, spread wide around him. “No, my Fire. No hiding from me. You started this, didn’t you?”
Okay. She did. Totally. But…
“I’m—” Nerves dimmed her excitement.
Her vampire paused, taking a deep breath, and some of the red left his eyes. “I’m sorry. We can go slow.”
His hands went back into motion, sliding over her exposed skin, skimming her silken panties at her waist and then along her thighs. His fingers explored her, sparking her arousal once again. Callused digits scraped along her flesh, bringing her nerves to life, and she couldn’t suppress the whine that escaped her lips.
Tory’s pussy ached, heavy and wet within her panties. Her sheath clenched, and another tremor of ecstasy filled her. He brought his touch to her inner thighs, thumbs tracing circles along the edge of her knickers, tips slipping beneath the elastic. The contact burned her and she spread her thighs wider, begging for more.
Liam eased his thumbs further toward her center. The need for him grew, her clit throbbing and begging for his touch.
“Liam. Please. I don’t…” She shifted her hips, rocking them and trying to force him to caress her where she most desired.
“I know what you need, Victoria.”
The sound of cloth tearing reached her ears and between one breath and the next, her panties were in tatters, leaving the room’s crisp air to bathe her wet heat.
“Look at that pink pussy.”
Tory blushed at his frank words.
“And look at all that honey.” The vamp licked his lips, his eyes bright red once again. “I need a taste, love.”
Tory’s heart stilled in her chest, and she watched as Liam did just that. He lowered to his knees, bringing his face level with her exposed pussy, broad shoulders pushing her thighs even further apart.
Red eyes met hers when he leaned forward and then she felt it. Felt his pointed tongue flick the seam of her sex lips, and a whimper escaped. With the next lap, he went deeper, sliding between her labia and tormenting her sensitive flesh. Then further still and that muscle flicked her clit.
“Shit. Liam. Oh, god.” She dropped her head back, chest heaving as she fought for breath.
Liam stopped. Fucker. “No, sweet. Eyes on me.” With a growl, she brought her attention back to him. “Good girl.”
He returned to his ministrations. His tongue glided over her wet pussy, flicking, licking and tasting her from the very center of her heat to her clit and back again. He nibbled and sucked on her bundle of nerves. She forced her eyes to remain open.
The red of his eyes grew brighter, and she wondered if her color mirrored his…
With each caress, her arousal rose higher, burning within her veins, heat filling her from head to toe. Her nipples were hard as rocks within her top, and the plain bra she wore scraped against the sensitive nubs, affecting her even more.
Tory twitched and rocked with Liam’s ministrations, searching out bits of pleasure, fighting for her inevitable release. She rolled and jerked beneath his touch until his large hands gripped her hips and stilled her movements.
“Liam,” she didn’t suppress the whine in her voice.
A snarl was his only response.
Okay, then.
Then… Oh, god… Then a sharp fang scraped along her bundle of nerves, clit pulsing in response and her pussy spasmed, aching to be stuffed full of his cock.
“Fuck, Liam.” She arched, pushing into the pleasure-tinged pain that he handed over. He repeated the aching caress, the pointed tip tormenting her nerve-filled nub. The vampire inside her, that masochistic little ho, practically purred her approval. It stroked instead of scratched within her skin.
Tory’s fangs pricked her lower lip with their honed tips, and the coppery flavors of her blood trickled over her tongue. It tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, and she ached to savor Liam, wondering if he’d be as delicious as he smelled.
Liam cut her once again, and a bolt of aching pain speared Tory, followed quickly by a shot of pleasure that had her screaming in ecstasy. Her shout overlapped his growling moan. A fierce suction engulfed Tory’s clit, filling her with bliss.
The release she’d been chasing was within her grasp, the promise of unadulterated pleasure nearly upon her. Her inner vamp scratched and clawed her way toward the pinnacle, snatching at every scrap of carnal joy with each step.
Tory’s breath came in heaving gasps, air eluding her while she fought for her climax.
Liam’s torment increased: licking, sucking and nipping following in rapid succession, teasing her clit and pushing her toward orgasm.
She was happy to follow his lead.
She moaned and gasped, writhing beneath him, his hands the only thing that kept her hips on the table as he brought her closer to her peak. Pleasure filled her, glided beneath her skin, her inner vampire flowing and twirling amongst the trailing flickers of ecstasy that’d overtaken her body.
She w
as so close. So very, very close. “Liam…” She screamed when he nipped her clit, sucking hard, and she had no doubt that he was taking her blood as he gave her pleasure. “S’good.” Another rumble, then a snarl, against her aroused flesh. “Fuck!”
Tory couldn’t withhold her sounds, not even if she’d wanted to. Not when Liam was doing his best to blow her mind.
The bliss was spiraling, sending her flying high as it grew and grew. She followed where it lead, grasping and clawing her way along the path. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, each tightening in a mini orgasm that teased her with what was to come.
Still it swelled. Larger and larger, circling the juncture of her thighs and then spreading through her body, filling every inch of her until she thought she’d burst.
And then…she did.
Tory screamed, roaring with Liam’s name on her lips, and she nearly bowed in half, the bubble of carnal pleasure finally erupting until she was caught in the waves of ecstasy that Liam had created. She twitched and twisted, her body no longer her own and simply at the mercy of her release as her muscles spasmed with the pleasure.
Her pussy tightened, desperate to be filled, but still empty of Liam’s cock. Each spasm furthered her orgasm, sending another burst of decadent joy along her nerves and then finally… Finally Liam eased her back to earth, tongue slowing, fangs retreating from her delicate flesh. A final lick caressed her and then he loomed above her, blood red eyes boring into hers, cock nestled against her pussy and his white fangs flashed as he spoke.
“Victoria?”
She knew what he asked, what he needed, and she wasn’t the least bit hesitant. With a smirk on her lips, she gave him the answer he craved. “Yes.”
*
Fina-fucking-ly.
Okay, that hadn’t been the best of thoughts, but damn, his cock was aching and his balls were blue. His dick was harder than ever before. And he couldn’t wait to sink into her luscious, wet pussy. Her scent tormented him, the musk of her cunt and the fragrance of her blood beckoned him until he was near insane with want. Then the siren rocked against him, juices teasing his engorged shaft.
He leaned forward, captured her lips in a rough kiss and drank from her mouth. The sweetness of her blood mocked him. He nicked her tongue with his fang and then suckled the injury, forcing more of the fluid to come out to play. His tongue tangled with hers as he sucked, licked and tasted every bit of her delicious mouth until he was drunk on her flavors.
Tearing away from her, breath heaving, he gave her one last chance. “I want you, Victoria. I want to sink my cock into your tight cunt until I can go no further and then fuck you until you beg me to stop. Do you want that, my Fire?”
Please say yes, please…
“Now. Nownownownow…”
Growling, Liam pulled away and pushed at his jeans, letting the tattered cloth fall enough so that his cock was completely exposed. Grasping his dick at the base, he rubbed the tip along her pussy, gathering her cream. Each pass sent a tremor of pleasure down his spine and drew a gasp from Victoria.
Attention focused on his Fire, he braced his weight on one hand, positioned the tip of his dick at the center of her heat and eased into her. He didn’t let his gaze waver even when the pleasure of her tight sheath pulled at him for his full attention. No, he wanted to savor the expressions that slid over her features.
At the first inch of his intrusion, her eyes widened, mouth opening just enough for her to gasp. Then he slid further, filling her tight pussy even more. The snug fit squeezed him until pleasure rode along the line of pain, but it felt too good to withdraw.
More and more he edged in, nice and slow, using her expressions as his gauge. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. The next to last thing he wanted to do was pull out.
Her sheath was heaven incarnate; tight, wet and hot, she burned him with pleasure. Victoria truly was his Fire, the one woman to complete him, warm him and sleep beside him for the rest of their days.
After what felt like hours, his hips met hers, his length secure inside her pussy, and still their gazes remained focused on one another.
“Oh.” Victoria shifted, and he groaned, the bolt of pleasure overtaking him in an instant. “Oh.” A twinkle slipped into her eyes and she repeated the motion, once again snatching a moan from his chest. “Liam?” She stroked his arms, small hands gliding over his skin until they rested on his shoulders. “If you don’t move, I think I’m going to drive a stake through your heart.”
He rolled his eyes and chuckled and, this time, it was Victoria who moaned. Oh, he wanted to hear that sound again. And again. And again until it turned into a scream of pleasure.
Liam coughed, clearing his throat, her sheath having brought him to the edge of release already. “Just… So tight and hot, Victoria. Gimme a minute.” She twitched, and he groaned. “Victoria…” He didn’t suppress his warning growl. The damned woman giggled and he grit his teeth.
With care he shifted his hips, withdrawing and then sliding back into her. He wouldn’t hurt his sweet Fire for anything, and from what she’d said, it’d been quite a while since she’d had a lover.
And that thrilled him.
Victoria moaned, fingers tightening on his shoulders, and he took that for permission to continue.
So he did.
He repeated his motion, the retreat and then slow advance, loving the waves of ecstasy that ghosted across her face. And, yeah, he was feeling pretty fan-fucking-tastic himself. Especially when her pussy rippled around him, milked him with each thrust and sent lightning bolts of ecstasy along his spine.
Victoria’s digits squeezed, adding a hint of pain to their lovemaking, and even more bliss filled him.
Without hesitation he increased his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease, her juices coating his dick. He pushed harder, watching her breasts bounce with his every thrust. Now he wished he’d taken the time to strip her bare, truly watch those luscious mounds shift and dance for him. Maybe ease down and suck on one of her pretty nipples…
Fuck. A shudder overtook him, pleasure intensifying with the thoughts of what he could do to her curvaceous body. His cock throbbed within her, pulsing with the ache to fill her with his cum.
“God, sweet. So fucking tight. So hot. So wet. You’ve got the perfect little pussy, my Fire. Could fuck your cunt forever.” He increased his pace once again. The echoes of the lewd, wet slap of their bodies filled the sacred place.
“Need, Liam.” She rocked her hips in time with his every forward plunge.
“I’ve got what you need.” He thrust faster, his body meeting hers with more power. “Everything you need.”
Victoria’s pussy spasmed and milked him, and his balls drew up tight, hardening and more than ready to release his cum deep into her pussy. His arousal was blossoming and encircling his cock, as if it stroked his shaft in time with every pleasurable ripple of her sheath.
Still, he held back, kept his orgasm at bay. He wasn’t about to come without his Victoria screaming along with him.
Not breaking his rhythm, he reached between their bodies and found her clit, the nub hard and needy for his touch. He circled the bundle of nerves, smiling when she cursed, pussy squeezing him until his pleasure was edged with pain. Oh, his curvy Fire enjoyed that.
“Do you know how sweet you tasted? How hot and warm? I could eat this pussy for days.” He smiled when she moaned and said pussy tightened around him. “I want you to come on my cock, Victoria. Come for me and then I’m gonna fill this gorgeous cunt.”
“Liam…” She tensed, sheath rippling around him faster and faster. Harder and harder.
Each tightening of her muscles wrenched him closer to release, but he held it at bay, willing his body under control. He wanted her to come for him again and then…
Liam kept up his punishing pace, in and out, thrust and retreat, faster and faster. His finger continued to toy with her clit, drawing her orgasm nearer. Then she gave him what he desired. His sweet Fire screamed his name
again, her cunt clamping down on his dick and body spasming in random tightenings of muscles. She stilled, breath caught in her lungs, then she did exactly what she’d been forbidden.
Victoria turned her head and sank her sparkling white fangs into his wrist, drawing on his blood, and that single action sent him over the edge.
Wicked, wicked Victoria. And he love— Ahem.
Roaring, he followed her into pleasurable oblivion, cock throbbing within her pussy, balls emptying into her waiting heat and filling her with his cum. He shouted her name, screaming in pleasure, and his voice joined hers. And just like her, he couldn’t deny his need.
Liam turned his head and sank his fangs into her wrist, biting deep and savoring her flavors, reveling in the abundance of coppery sweetness that rolled over his tongue. He sucked and drank, moaning with every pull. As he suckled, he continued thrusting into her, hips jerking, twitching with every release of his cum until the tremors began to ease.
Heart slowing, he withdrew his hand from between her thighs and released her wrist, lapping at the wound until no remnants of the piercing remained.
Smiling down at her, he absorbed the expressions flickering across her features. Drowsy satisfaction. Glowing happiness. But there was something more…something that got very close to the emotions he held in his heart. Their connection imbued them both with certain feelings, but he wasn’t ready to give voice to them. Not yet. And it didn’t seem like Victoria was in any hurry, either.
Liam brushed a soft kiss across her lips, relished the subtle tightening of her sheath, and then forced himself to pull away.
Her mumbled “no” was almost enough to keep him deep within her. Almost.
“Sorry, love. Any minute now we’re gonna have company. I was coming down to warn you.”
With a huff, she pushed to her elbows and then into a sitting position. Damn, she was gorgeous all sex mussed.
It took him moments to tuck back into his tattered jeans, thankful that his shirt would cover his groin. Then he reached for her, tugging her from the table until she stood in the circle of his arms.
“I’m glad you decided not to fuck me.” He gave her a chaste kiss, barely a touch of his lips against hers.