Seared by Desire

by Jennifer T. Alli

  “How can you tell?” she panted, her hands clenched tightly as uncertainty washed over her.

  “I know you Sara, I can feel that you’re nervous.” The ribbons fluttered uselessly by her sides and he pulled the dress from her shoulders, gently skimming over her breasts as the dress pooled around her ankles. He kissed along the column of her neck to reach her ear, nibbling gently on the soft lobe. “Is it because you’ve never had a man before? Is that why you’re nervous?”

  She stiffened in his arms at the accusation. “How? How do you know?” Had her inexperienced actions that morning given her away for the novice she truly was.

  “I was inside you this morning Sara. I could feel that you’ve never had a man before. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of that soon enough. Relax,” he purred, pulling her back against her chest. “Just do what comes naturally like this morning. You remember this morning right?”

  Cupping her breasts through the thin material of her shift, he rubbed against her hardening nipples, twisting and tugging at the small nubs. Pleasure shot straight through her and Sara arched against him pushing her breasts further into his palms, her hands lifting to wrap around his neck.

  “So I’m going to assume that you like that,” Lucian purred into her ear, his clever fingers continuing to pull breathy moans from her.

  “Lucian,” she gasped, her small fingers tightening their grip on him. “Lucian…”

  His fingers on her body were like magic, drawing her further and further into a world of explosive pleasure. Her limbs felt weak, trembling against him because each time he pulled against her hard nipples, pleasure lanced through her, the sheer force of it stunning her. Her body felt hot but it wasn’t the heat of her flame that was coursing through her now, it was the heat of passion. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight, almost painful. Even though she was a fire elemental she felt as though she were overheating. Lucian's hand moved then, shifting from her breast and feathering down the planes of her stomach to rest softly over the mound of her sex. A wanton moan slipped from her lips as she remembered the feel of his long fingers between her legs that morning. But she didn’t want tonight to simply be a replay of that morning; she wanted to touch him, to feel his body as he’d felt hers, to push him to the brink.

  She spun in his arms and gazed deep into his dark eyes before doing exactly as he’d told her to. She gave herself over to sensation and did what came naturally and right then she wanted him naked. She wanted to feel her bare skin against his. Her fingers shook slightly as she lifted them to the first button of his shirt unfastening the small ties to reveal the pale, muscled skin of his chest. Anticipation burnt away at any traces of hesitation and she moved quickly, placing a lingering kiss against his skin for every button that was undone. She smiled against his flesh, her movements slowing as she felt him inhale sharply in response to her ministrations. Her hands ran over his chest savouring the feel of his hard muscles against her palms.

  “Sara,” Lucian groaned, fisting his hand into the soft strands of her red curls.

  The feel of his skin against her lips was changing as she continued her downward journey, a trail of dark hair coming into view as she approached the end of the buttons on Lucian's shirt. The trail called to her, pleading with her to finish her journey. She gently extracted Lucian's fingers from her hair and continued moving. The last of the buttons out of the way, she flicked her tongue experimentally over the nearest patch of skin. Her strokes soon became surer as she realised that Lucian liked what she was doing to him. His eyes were at half-mast, heavy lidded dark eyes staring down at her with passionate longing and tortured moans filled the air. Her hot mouth moved over the skin above the waistband of his breeches, her hands gripping his hips tightly as her tongue swirled over his cool skin, her small blunt teeth nipping him occasionally before her tongue returned to soothe the brief pain.

  Wicked oaths spilled from his lips when her hands left his hips, moving to cup the hard length of his erection. He moved swiftly, pulling her up from her knees and crushing her against him, grinding his hips hard against hers as he sought some kind of relief. The almost painful pressure in his shaft didn’t abate and groaning he thrust her away from him before falling on her ravenous. He suckled her hard nipples through the thin material of her shift, snarling in frustration at the lack of contact between them before tearing the material from her body without a second thought. The cool air ghosted over her skin before the warmth of Lucian's mouth returned. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his head keeping him locked to her chest. His lips tugged insistently at the rigid tips, his hands caressed her back, pulling her ever closer as his tongue swirled over the sensitive skin.

  His mouth still at her breast, he lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around his trim waist instinctively. He rumbled his approval at her actions, the sound vibrating against her tender breast, causing Sara to throw her head back as pleasure mounted.

  She pushed her hips against him, groaning as her moist folds rubbed against the abrasive fabric of his breeches. “Lucian,” she groaned, her short nails digging into his scalp.

  His hands glided over her back, the feel of her soft skin against him causing Lucian to harden further. His bride in his arms, he moved towards the bed, laying her tenderly down against the sheets. He pulled away then, creating enough distance between them that he could see her beautifully flushed face.

  “Sara,” he purred, gently running a hand down her cheek.

  He kissed her then, leisurely, gently, slowing the pace of their coupling. The heat coursing through her veins simmered down, her death grip on him loosened.

  His lips left hers on a soft sigh, “You’re so beautiful Sara. The most beautiful woman I’ve met in all my years of life. There aren’t words to describe just how badly I want you.”

  His fingers wandered down her side, stroking her skin carefully and drawing soft mewls of pleasure from her lips. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

  What he really wanted to do was to taste her intoxicating blood, to feel her lifeblood on his tongue, to sink his fangs into the tender skin of her neck, then her breast, then her thighs but he was lucid enough to realise what a bad idea that would be. Her skin would have to suffice for the moment. He proceeded to make good on his words, his seductive mouth moving over every inch of her body, drawing soft moans and desperate pleas from her luscious lips.

  His hands were everywhere, his lips following in steady dedication the many trails they made over her body. She could barely breathe, her breaths coming in short fast pants as she struggled to gulp in enough air to stay lucid. Her mind was splintering into a thousand pieces, her body was no longer her own. “Lucian,” she gasped. The breathy call of his name sounded desperate and he turned from his task of licking down her thigh to look at her flushed face. “Please,” she begged, though he was well aware that she had no idea what she was truly asking for. “Please Lucian, please…”

  Her keening pleas touched him like nothing else and he found himself moving back up her body. Her arms wrapped weakly around him, pulling him towards her for a quick kiss. His fingers trailed up her thigh, pushing her legs apart to make room for his hand. He caught her surprised gasp in his mouth as he sunk two fingers into her wet heat. Her internal muscles clenched sporadically around him, making him long for the moment his throbbing cock could be given over to her tight sheath but he had to prepare her, make her body able to accept the girth of his. His fingers moved quickly within her, twisting and curling wildly as his thumb rubbed frantically against her engorged clit.

  “Lucian, Lucian, Lucian, Lucian!” she screamed his name, her body arching from the bed, her limbs trembling desperately as release washed over her. Her eyes were wide, glazed over with passion. Her breath hitched as he spread his fingers within her to make way for a third, the gentle movement of his hand drawing out her climax.

  Pleased with his work, Lucian pulled away from her to stand from the bed and shed his breeches. His shaft stood, long,
thick and proudly erect and Sara’s eyes widened further at the sight of him. His naked body was truly a sight to behold. Her eyes locked with his and she felt her heart lurch at the look of desperation etched onto his handsome face. Her eyes wandered back to the thick length of his erection, anxiety beginning to fill her. They would never fit together the way he intended.

  “You’re scaring yourself.” His words pulled her from her internal musings. “You’re scaring yourself Sara when there’s no need to be. Come,” he ordered, holding out his hand for her to join him. She crawled over the bed towards him, kneeling when she was in front of him. Taking her hand within his, Lucian kissed the comet on her palm, swirled his tongue over the veins in her delicate wrist before guiding her small hand to his pulsating shaft. “Touch me, learn me. See that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

  His eyes slid shut as she hesitantly began to work her small hands over his length. He groaned, unable to resist thrusting into her hands, forcing her to move with him, to touch him as he wanted to be touched. He’d been with many women in the long course of his life, most of whom were more experienced than his little bride but none had managed to affect him so deeply. He felt as though he were about to come right there with only her hands and their nervous movements. As his moans of pleasure filled the air, she became more confident in herself, her grip tightening, her strokes becoming surer as she rubbed the sensitive head of his shaft.

  His body shook with the force of his mounting release but he shoved her away, pushing her body back against the bed and pinning her in place with the weight of his. He’d been denying himself long enough. He wanted to come inside his bride, feel her body take his as far as her little sheath could. He moved over her, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate his body and hooked one of her thighs over his arm, keeping her open for his invasion. Her body tensed the moment the thick head of his shaft touched her dewy heat.

  “Relax,” he purred. “The pain will be brief and then there will only be pleasure I promise.” He ran the tip of his member up and down the length of her core, wetting himself to ease his passage before he pushed, thrusting into her warmth. He groaned as he became encased in her searing heat. “Sara,” he moaned desperately, his hips thrusting forward, unable to resist the lure of her wet heat. Her body was tight and warm around him encouraging him to push harder, to make her accept more of him. The fit was almost too tight and he flexed his hips harder and with more force behind the thrust to gain entrance.

  Sara moaned softly beneath him, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders as the searing pain of his entrance lanced through her, dispelling the pleasure that had washed over her mere moments ago. “Lucian,” she winced. This was never going to work. She felt stretched to capacity already and he wasn’t even settled to the hilt. She’d felt how massive he’d grown, ran her hands up and down his long length, she knew her body better than anyone, knew its limitations and as much as she wanted him, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to handle him.

  Sensing her wavering resolved, Lucian spread her thighs wider. He would have to do this quickly; she was tensing around him already, making it harder than necessary for him to enter her. “Hold on Sara, the pain will be brief.” His lips descended on hers, silencing any protest she might have made. Lifting her hips, he pulled her closer against him in the same instant that he thrust hard, wrenching her along the length of his shaft and tearing through her maidenhead. She pulled away from him, gasping in shock at the pain. “It’s okay,” he reassured, gently stroking her cheeks and wiping away the burgeoning tears from her eyes. “Hush, it’s okay.” He peppered her face, her neck, her chest with light kisses, designed to distract her from the pain to encourage her body to accept his.

  Unable to halt the ruthless demands of his body, he pulled back, drawing a soft whine from Sara as her tender flesh was forced to stretch to accommodate him. Her face was flushed, her eyes clenched tightly together as she sought to block out the pain. The fit was tight, too tight, she could feel every contour of his shaft, every thick vein, even how it pulsated within her as the pressure for release mounted within him. He withdrew and she couldn’t help the soft whimper that left her lips despite the fact that the thrusts were shallow, intended to help her relax, to encourage her body to take more of his thick length.

  “Lucian,” she gasped in pleasured shock as his lips moved over her breasts, suckling the small nubs into his mouth. She could feel her body growing wetter, the pain fading as it became easier for him to move and the pleasure of his body began to wash over her.

  Moments passed before she lifted her hips experimentally. Groaning in relief, Lucian withdrew, making Sara gasp as he sank back into her warmth. With each measured withdrawal, he sank a little further, his hips moving in steady dedication until he was embedded to the hilt. Sara threw her head back, crying aloud in pleasure as the smooth length of his erection rubbed against her sensitive inner walls. Groaning in relief, Lucian moved faster, hoping that the pleasure mounting within him would soon spread to the woman beneath him. She didn’t disappoint.

  The air soon becoming filled with her breathless sighs of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her hands running over his back as he sank more of himself into her. Lucian's eyes flashed red and his gentle motions suddenly turned wild and frantic. He pounded into her, demanding she accept the pleasure his body gave her. His mouth suckled her neck as his hips ground forcefully against her. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He was so close.

  “Harder Lucian,” she panted into his ear, her warm breaths over his skin only serving to make him even wilder with the need to have her. “Faster.” She was gripping his hips now, lifting her body to meet his frantic thrusts.

  His body rushed to meet her demands, invading her with even more ferocity. Her body stiffened, her hands tightening on his skin before her back bowed and she screamed her fulfilment. “Lucian!”

  Her internal walls clamped down on him as he drove into her with short, sharp thrusts. He groaned as he came, the rippling of her sheath milking him of his seed. “Sara.” His body jerked as he continued to jet his seed into her, the stream seemingly endless. His arms trembled as weakness began to beset him, the strength pouring from his body in waves.

  His heavy weight collapsed against her, pushing her further into the mattress as his arms came to wrap themselves around her. His limbs felt too heavy to move any further as exhaustion washed over him. The fangs in his mouth were sharp and as he lay with his bride’s skin so close to his lips he was increasingly tempted to take a bite, just one little sip. The smell of her blood was in the air, her torn maidenhead clearly the culprit. He didn’t want to withdraw from her tight little body and didn’t want to take the risk that if he did he would be overwhelmed by the need to drink her.

  “Lucian,” Sara moaned contentedly, wrapping her arms around his body. She stayed like that for a minute, happy to feel his body all around her, within her but it soon became increasingly hard to breathe, his heavy weight crushing her lungs. “You’re squashing me,” she laughed. His body was heavy but she didn’t want to be parted from him, she just wanted a rearrangement of their tangled limbs.

  “Can’t move,” he groaned softly.

  The clear fatigue in his voice had her worried and she finally noticed that his skin was unusually pale, he seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open and in the brief glances she managed to catch, his dark pupils were rimmed a dangerous red. “Lucian is there something wrong with you?”

  “That’s so romantic. I make love to her with every ounce of passion in my body and all that she can think to say is that there’s something wrong with me. There’s just no pleasing some people.”

  She pushed against him, rolling him onto his back but managed to keep them joined. She winced softly as her abused muscles had to stretch to accommodate their new position.

  “Sara, are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Though his limbs felt heavy, he struggled
to lift his arms to touch her still flushed face.

  “I’m fine, just a little sore.” She smiled brightly at him. “I’m sure it could have been much worse. I’ll heal. But I know there’s something wrong with you. Tell me what it is.”

  “I’m hungry,” he sighed resigned. “I didn’t realise that healing from sunburn would consume so much energy. I need to feed.”

  She pulled her hair back from her neck, exposing her beautiful pulse to him. His fangs began to drip with thirst, the monster within him rising at the tempting sight and smell of her. “Drink Lucian.”

  “I can’t,” he groaned painfully, forcing himself to look away from her.

  “Why not? I’m your bride, I want to take care of your needs, all of them.”

  “That’s exactly why I can’t drink from you Sara.” He was starting to slur his words as the fatigue worsened. “I’m so hungry I could drain you in an instant. I need more than you alone can provide. I don’t to hurt you, I want to take care of you.”

  She thought about his words for a moment before she began trying to pull away from him. Lucian's heavy arms prevented her flight. “Let me go Lucian, I’ll go get someone to feed you.” The words were torn from her throat. She didn’t want anyone else to feed him, she wanted to know what it felt like to have his fangs sink into her throat, to have his mouth move sensuously over her as he drew deeply from her body.

  “No,” he grunted. “Stay where you are. I just want to lay with you like this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

  She lay her head against his chest, listening to the slowing beat of his heart. “I know. I just want to lay with you here like this forever.”