by Ava McKnight
“You also gave me a wedding night that lasted an entire week,” she reminded him. “Followed by this incredible honeymoon.”
She sighed contentedly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tongue flicked his earlobe before she nipped playfully at it. He groaned in response. His arms tightened around her and he all but crushed her to him. Her body was nearly as strong as his, so he didn’t hurt her. When they unleashed their passion, there was no physical danger now that she was a vampire.
As his erection pressed against her belly, she said, “I also love all the stories you’ve told me of your travels. I’m so glad we get to experience them, along with our new travels together.”
“It’s more exciting the second time around. Now that I can share all of this with my eternal mate.”
“And here you wanted to tuck me into a cab and send me off when we first met,” she teased him.
Marcus said, “I wanted you safe. Even if it meant I’d never see you again.”
“But it all worked out. Because we were destined to be together.”
He nodded as his beautiful eyes glowed in the soft candlelight from the terrace. Then his lips slid over hers. A whisper of a touch that made her moan from the pleasure he sparked.
She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Their mouths opened at the same time and his tongue slid inside to tangle with hers. He kissed her deeply, passionately. Conveying his love for her and confirming they truly were destined for each other. She hadn’t doubted it once since their first kiss. He had proven, in every way possible, that he wanted her. Desired her. Loved her. His acceptance of her had changed Cass in ways she’d never dreamed possible. The past seemed to have vaporized. It no longer existed, no longer mattered to her, no longer held her captive.
She owed her freedom—in every form she’d received it—to Marcus. And gladly showed her gratitude to him every day…and every night.
She asked, “Can dinner wait?” There was no missing the lascivious tone that slid from her lips.
He gave her the sexy grin she loved. “We’re having Tuscan roasted chicken stuffed with Swiss chard couscous. It can be heated up later,” he added with a wink.
“Well, then…” She worked her way out of his embrace and reached for the sash wrapped around her waist. Her white satin robe fell open. She was naked underneath.
“Good Lord,” he whispered as his hands slid inside the robe at her shoulders and eased the material down her arms until it pooled at her feet. He stared at her body as though seeing it for the first time. Marveling over every inch of her as if she were the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.
“You leave me utterly speechless every time I look at you,” he told her.
He ran the pad of a finger along her jawline, then down the long column of her neck. The backs of several fingers brushed over her collarbone, then the pads swept downward to the tops of her breasts. Cass’ skin tingled under his touch and the intensity of his gaze on her naked body. She didn’t wonder what he thought of her, how he felt about her or what he saw when he looked at her. It was all there in his beautiful ice-blue eyes, the soft glow of his irises conveying every emotion he experienced as his fingers and gaze explored her body.
He took a step closer to her, closing the small gap between them. Her nipples tightened with anticipation and her pussy throbbed with excitement. The nearness of him alone was enough to light her up from head to toe. But as his other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place, and his head dipped to her breast, fire roared through her.
She gasped as his tongue flicked over her nipple. All of her senses were heightened now that she was a vampire. She felt things more acutely, particularly the erotic sensations Marcus evoked. As his mouth closed over the tight bud, her fingers threaded through his thick hair. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Bliss consumed her.
Such a simple touch, she thought. His lips and tongue on her nipple, licking and suckling. Yet every inch of her responded to his sexy ministrations. Making her body burn for him.
“Marcus,” she whispered. He sucked a little harder at the insistence in her voice, causing her to jolt in his loose embrace. Every touch was like that—sexually charged and explosive.
With one hand still on her hip, the other swept around to her backside and grazed her bare ass cheek. He shifted his head and paid the same attention to her other nipple as Cass’ body melded to his. She wanted to feel his flesh on hers, but couldn’t find the will to stop him from teasing her nipples even tighter in order to strip off his clothes. Instead, she let him continue his foreplay.
His fingers on her ass moved between the cleft, stroking up and down as her pelvis pressed against his hip. Then a long finger dipped into her cunt from behind and she let out a low moan. His other hand slid down the front of her, the pads of his fingers brushing over her pussy lips, making her wetter.
His head lifted and he kissed her as he stroked her, his fingertips moving to target her swollen clit. He rubbed it with just the right amount of pressure, just the right pace. She felt as though she were melting under his erotic touch and scorching-hot kiss. Any moment now, she’d liquefy and puddle at his feet. In fact, her knees went weak as he pushed a second finger into her slick pussy and worked her a little faster.
She broke the kiss, but continued to press her body to his and cling to him with her arms wrapped around his neck. Her legs trembled. She found it amusing. Here she was, a strong, nearly indestructible vampire, and yet her husband had the ability to make her entire body quake with need and excitement. She could barely stand on her own two feet.
“You make me so hot,” she told him. “So turned-on.”
“Come for me,” he whispered in her ear.
His fingers inside her and on her clit worked in tandem to produce the first ripple of sensation that would lead to a powerful orgasm. He nipped at her neck with his sharp teeth, driving her wild. He knew all the right buttons to push, and within seconds, the ripple turned into a wave.
“Oh yes,” she said as the fingers inside her cunt stroked faster, pushed deeper. His finger on her clit worked her into a frenzy with its wicked pace. And his teeth scraping along her throat… “Oh God!”
The wave swelled and then crashed over her, making her cry out from the pleasure that raced through her. “Marcus!”
She barely got his name out before his mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately as his fingers still worked her pussy and clit, while the sensations still coursed through her. His determination to make her come again was evident in his strong, confident strokes. She let the wave build and crest again and she came a second time within moments of the first orgasm.
Tearing her mouth from his, she said, “That is so good.”
He grinned, though it was a tight one. As though he were keeping himself in check. Holding back from ripping off his clothes and thrusting into her. The thought of him doing just that excited her even more.
She worked her way out of the tangled web of fingers and limbs and reached for the buttons on his shirt. She deftly slipped the first two disks through their holes, then abandoned the effort and impatiently tore the material apart, causing the buttons to pop off the shirt.
Marcus laughed. “Now that’s flattery in its sincerest form.”
“I couldn’t wait another millisecond to touch you,” she told him as she splayed her palms over his wide chest. Then she pushed the material over his shoulders and down his arms as he’d done with her robe. He was so wonderfully built, she took a few moments to admire his thick biceps, his broad shoulders, his hard pectorals and his rigid abdomen.
He said, “You can’t even begin to imagine how hard you make me when you stare at me like that.”
“You give all new meaning to the term ‘sinfully delicious’.”
Indeed, he was mouthwatering. His blue irises and black-as-night hair, combined with a devastatingly handsome face, made him even more magnificent. It was a wonder she could ever tear her gaze fro
m him or keep her hands off him. In fact, she likely would have taken in more of the nightlife if she’d been able to look away from him for more than a few seconds. But her eyes and hands were magnets and his body was steel. She couldn’t resist gravitating toward him, pressing her body to his, running her hands all over his exposed flesh.
As her breasts melded to the spot just beneath the hard ledge of his pectorals, she said, “I love how your skin feels against mine. How your muscles tighten when my body is pressed to yours, responding to the way we conform to each other.”
“Like we’re one being,” he muttered as his head dipped and he kissed her.
Cass reveled in the sensuality of the moment and the need that seemed to flow between them. Slow and leisurely at first, but as his kiss deepened and his hands roamed her body, the current grew stronger and more intense.
She broke the kiss and his embrace. Finishing what she’d started, she worked the silver fastening on his leather belt and then undid his black dress pants. She shoved the material over his hips and down his powerful thighs, her impatience returning full force. Quickly, she divested him of all of his clothing.
“You could have modeled for Michelangelo’s David.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Who says I didn’t?”
She laughed. “Your arrogance knows no bounds. But you’re only a hundred and fifty years old, give or take a few months. David was sculpted six centuries ago, in the early 1500s.”
“Hmm.” He smirked, as though playfully disenchanted she knew art history. “Hopefully, you’re still impressed.”
“I suppose you’ll have to do.”
He chuckled. “So much for the flattery.”
“Any more flattery and we’ll need a bigger villa to accommodate your massive ego.”
“Hard not to have an ego when I’m married to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. In any century.”
She smiled up at him. “You do say the sweetest things.” Then her gaze dropped to his erection. “Speaking of hard…”
She reached for him. Cass loved how his hips jerked forward at her touch. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft and she leaned toward him, her tongue darting out and tasting the tip of his cock.
He grunted softly. “I’ve got a short fuse tonight,” he warned.
“That’s okay. I know how quickly you recover.”
Her mouth closed over the head of his cock and she sucked deep, making him buck. He gripped her shoulders with his large hands, as though to steady himself. If she weren’t a vampire, his strong fingers pressing into her skin would likely have left bruises. His vehement reaction to her spurred her on.
The fingers around his shaft moved down to cup his balls as she took him deeper into her mouth. He groaned.
Cass’ head bobbed up and down as she made love to his cock with her mouth. She loved how smooth his skin was against her tongue and how he slid in and out of her mouth, mimicking what he intended to do to her pussy.
“That’s it,” he whispered in a strained tone. “Take me deep into your mouth. That feels so good, sweetheart.”
Pleasuring him thrilled her in a way she’d never imagined before she’d met Marcus. The way his hips jerked as she sucked him hard and the deep, primal grunts that fell from his lips made her determined to get him off. To give him the powerful release he’d given her.
As her fingers gently massaged his balls, she picked up the pace, causing his cock to piston in and out of her mouth. Her lips pressed around his thick shaft and she sucked deep until he exploded inside her mouth as he called out her name.
Making him come was as enjoyable as her own orgasm. Admittedly, she was damn hot for him. Wanted to feel the steel rod that had filled her mouth inside her cunt.
With his hands still on her shoulders, he hauled her to her feet and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom, not uttering a single word. But the hard set of his jaw, the fire burning in his eyes, told her he planned to reciprocate.
And how he always did!
She laughed as he tossed her onto the bed. “One would think you dated back to the days of the caveman.”
“I thought you liked me impatient and dominant.”
“A little rough too,” she added with a wink.
He climbed onto the bed and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide.
“Good thing you’re so resilient.”
“Thanks for making me that way.”
He stared at her a moment, then said, “I wouldn’t have, if you hadn’t agreed. I couldn’t have done it against your will. On the other hand, I can’t imagine not having an eternity with you.”
“Ah,” she said on a sigh as the back of her head hit the pile of pillows on the bed. “All’s well that ends well.”
He let out a half snort. “I’m just getting started.”
About the Author
Multi-published and award-winning author Ava McKnight’s love of romantic fiction began as a teenager. She holds degrees in General Studies and Communications and has worked on newspapers as an editor and reporter. Most recently, she worked in PR, writing speeches and Congressional testimonies.
Ava is a member of Romance Writers of America and one of its Phoenix chapters, Desert Rose. She has served as a Board member, Newsletter Director, National Contest Chairperson and Arbitration Co-Chair. She is also published in romantic fiction as Calista Fox.
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