Tempted

by Anthony, Alexandra

  I moaned at the harshness of the words coming out of his beautiful mouth. His lips collided into mine and my sated body was suddenly desperate for more when I tasted myself on his tongue.

  My fingers dug into his back as he settled between my legs. He planted a hand next to my head, looming over me. Brushing the hair out of my face, his eyes were black fire as he stared down at me. "A long time ago, I made so many promises to myself and I’m breaking every single one. But I can't be without you." His voice broke. Our lips met and I drank in the sweetness of his kiss, his mouth both loving and desperate. He pulled back again to look at me. “Do you understand, love?”

  "You never have to be without me," I assured him. I reached out and let my finger tenderly trace the chiseled curve of his jaw, bringing his face closer to mine. “I can’t fight you anymore. It’s too hard.”

  His eyes were overflowing with lust…and something much, much more. When his cock plunged inside in one quick thrust, my head fell back, exposing my neck to him. The cry I released didn’t even sound like it came from me. "Oh god…"

  "So tight...so perfect," he breathed against my skin. "Tell me no one else can do this to you.”

  "No one else," I insisted. It was true. He owned me. I could never imagine desiring anyone more than him. His beautiful, flawed soul had broken through every excuse and barrier placed between us. “Only you.”

  “Fuck yes, “ he moaned again and crushed my lips with a searing, demanding kiss. His speed increased, claiming me completely. All I was able to do was cry out unintelligible words, my throat raw.

  Our hips met in perfect harmony but with increasing force. Meeting him stroke for stroke, I begged him for more. "Harder, please."

  “You want more?” His hand trailed down my thigh and he lifted my leg, holding it in the crook of his arm. As he slipped deeper, the angle changed and he buried himself with a swivel of his hips.

  "God, you feel so good. Why do you have to make me feel this way? Why?” My question came out like a sob.

  Nick’s body shuddered at my words, the shadows of the room darkening the lines on his handsome face. His eyes were locked on mine, waiting for me to come apart beneath him. He pumped into me forcefully, leaving me to whimper with pleasure into his mouth.

  "Give it to me, love," he whispered against my cheek. "Come for me...let me hear you," he growled, driving into me again and again.

  My climax was close. I could feel my muscles tighten, preparing to snap and explode into a million pieces around him.

  "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he rasped in my ear. His fangs had dropped and they scraped over my skin. “I could lose myself in you forever.”

  That was all it took. With those words and his talented body, I willingly tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. My whole body shook under him. I gripped him to me with desperate, clenching fingers and scratching nails. I was slick with sweat and still calling out his name when he pumped into me a final time, breathing my name in my ear over and over as he finally met his own release. He cried out and every muscle in his body seemed to tense above me.

  For a moment, he didn’t move. All I could feel was the smooth finish of the piano underneath me and the chill of his cool breath against my neck when his fangs sank into my flesh. My head rolled to the side, clutching at him as he drank from me. Boneless and euphoric, I melted against him as he gathered me in his arms, carrying me into the bedroom as his tongue sealed the tiny wounds. He pulled back the covers and rolled me over the large bed. He simply stood and stared down at me, his expression dark and sexy. The look in his eyes intrigued me. It was one I’d never seen before. Dark and seductive, they blazed with satisfaction. They swept over the length of my naked body covetously. The corners of his lips turned up a shrewd smile.

  Holy shit. He was remembering, replaying everything in his mind. I suddenly wondered how long he'd had that fantasy...or how many women he'd done that exact same thing with. Insecurity reared its ugly head, my thoughts spiraling off in a million directions.

  His deep voice broke into my thoughts. “I know what you’re doing, Savannah. It’s only you that I want in my bed.”

  My eyes shot up to his face at his perceptiveness. His left eyebrow raised a fraction and a muscle tightened in his jaw.

  “Nothing can compare to what we just shared, love. Nothing.” Nick sat down on the bed beside of me. His fingers lightly traced my cheek pensively and a heavy sigh escaped from his lips. “It’s been so long since I’ve actually had someone to care about. There are nights that I’m afraid to sleep because I’m afraid that I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want an eternity of nights where I’m drowning in you, aching for the simple relief only your touch can bring me.”

  I fought hard against the tears I refused to let fall, swallowing against the knot in my throat. His sincere admission had completely caught me off guard. I started to look away when his hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. His intense brown eyes glinted as he bared his soul to me.

  It should be simple. I wanted the very same things. And I needed everything he had to offer me. A shaky smile made my lips tremble. “You make it sound so simple.”

  "Simple? Fuck, Savannah." In a streak of movement, he had me caged in his arms, spread across the bed. "It’s anything but simple. You’re the most complex of puzzles. But the more I’m with you, the more I know what we have is worth fighting for.”

  Drawing in a deep breath, I prayed my voice wouldn’t waver. "What does that mean?"

  He looked away for a moment before meeting my gaze. "I haven’t let opened myself up to another person in a century. I never felt the need." His hand absently rubbed his chest. "But you managed to strip away my reservations. And I lo..."

  I had to stop him. I wasn’t ready to hear any declaration of love from him. Two of my fingers covered his lips. "NO! Please don't say it, Nick. It's too soon. And if this implodes..."

  His eyes sparkled in a way that reminded of the first day I met him. He’d been a vision in black from the top of his raven head to the soles of his heavy boots, standing in the sun like some sort of dark god. Coming out of the memory, that same man was braced over me. He was even more handsome to me now because I knew the true Nick Hart. His flaws made him even more irresistible to me.

  His dark eyes were studying my face. "I want to fix whatever happened to make you so scared. I want you to trust me."

  Scooting away, I sat up and twisted my hair into a long braid, my fingers moving quickly through the thick strands. "I do trust you and I don't need fixed, Nick. I’m not a toy that’s broken. I just need a hell of a lot of time."

  I tried to ignore how close he was to the truth. I could see by the look on his face that he wanted answers.

  He tugged on my braid. "Alright. I’m wrong and you’re not broken. But you're scared of something. Who made you so scared?"

  My brow furrowed and I grimaced. "It was 9 years ago. It doesn't matter, Nick."

  He sat up in a blur and grabbed my hands, his long fingers wrapping around my wrists. "It does matter because I care, damn it. This must be worse than what I thought."

  I drew my legs up so my chin was resting on my knees. I wrapped my arms tightly around my legs so I didn't have to look him in the eyes. Instead I focused my attention on a spot on the bed. I did the best to sound detached when I spoke. "I was young and stupid. I thought he loved me. He used me and threw me away. From that point on I decided to never open my heart again."

  I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was quiet, sitting motionless as he listened to me talk. I was still learning his unique body language, but I knew him well enough to know seeing this reaction from him wasn't good. "Who did this to you?" His voice was frigid, sounding as if shards of ice could be dripping from each word.

  "Matt Wihlburn." I could barely choke out his name. His lies and the verbal torment he inflicted still stung when I thought about them. There were days I wish I could wipe away that entire time of my
life away.

  "He was the other model from the ad?" Nick questioned. His tone was much too controlled, his body much too rigid. It was frightening to imagine what he must be thinking.

  "Yes. He said all the right things and my 16-year-old naïveté believed him because I wanted to. He said he loved me…" My voice broke on the last word.

  "And you believed him." It wasn’t a question; it was a statement.

  "I was 16, Nick. My mother wasn't the most stable of people, especially after my father divorced her. She was burying her troubles in the bottom of a wine bottle."

  His fingers followed the curve of my arm tenderly. "You were heartbreakingly beautiful. You still are. I recognized you at the party that first night and I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I remembered seeing you in Rolling Stone all those years ago," he mused. "Malcolm and I were flying from Italy to Los Angeles. I was still...well, lets say I was still struggling with my control. He pointed your ad out to me. I thought you were gorgeous but the ad was horrifying."

  "Is this some sort of a game to you?" I asked defensively. Just the thought tore at my insides. “Am I some sort of conquest for you?”

  “Oh, love.” In a rush, I was wrapped in the protective embrace of his arms. "No. It's just strange how our paths crossed." His lips brushed against mine possessively, reassuring me in ways that his words could not.

  I pulled away and studied his face. The frankness of his words and touch resonated through me. I fell back into his arms. "Nick, I may be too fucked up for you."

  "Never." He pulled me in into the pillows. "You are the first glimmer of sunshine I've had in my life in a long time. You illuminate everything with goodness and light."

  I smiled against him, nuzzling my nose into his chest. "So what now?"

  "We sleep. We have a concert tomorrow night."

  ***

  Waking up with a vampire wrapped around me was still something that would take getting used to. If it wasn't the cool skin that surprised me, it was the silence of his body that was unnerving. He was as still as…well, the dead.

  His heavy arms had a death grip on me, clutching me to him as if I'd slip away from his grasp. His dark hair was rumpled, his handsome face relaxed in sleep. I took advantage of his vulnerability to really study him with critical eyes. He had the smallest of scars on his temple and on his chin. On his right arm was the tattoo he kept hidden. It revealed more than he wanted to explain. It was old, yet with his almost flawless skin, it had retained a vivid crispness, bright with the black and yellow intricate details.

  My fingers traced the lines softly. His shoulder flinched away from my touch as if on instinct, his brown eyes fluttering open.

  "Hey." His voice sounded thick with sleep. His hold on me tightened. "You're still in bed."

  "It's kind of hard to move with your death grip on me," I teased. The gentle feel of his mouth on my neck changed my tone. His tongue licked over my skin enticingly.

  He was hungry. Or horny.

  "I was afraid you'd run away. I couldn't have that." His mouth and tongue continued to ghost over my throat.

  My head drooped to the side, revealing more skin to his roving lips. "Nick...I know what you need. I don't have to be a mind reader. Don't hide, remember?"

  His head jerked up and his worried eyes met mine briefly. They darted between my neck and my face. "I do…and you smell so good…like honey and peaches."

  My fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his mouth back to my neck. "You drank from me last night and you stopped. I’m yours." I was strangely anxious to feel his fangs. They were fascinating...and the raw sexuality that rolled off of him when he became the predator was arousing. It made me want to do bad things.

  Really, really bad things.

  He groaned softly and his lips and hands started a sensual assault on my body. His mouth was at the crook of my neck, his hands...they were everywhere in a fast moving caress. He roughly palmed my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

  "Yes…." I moaned, my back arching, pressing my breasts into his hand. It was then I felt the sharp scrape of his fangs as they gently pierced the tender skin of my neck.

  It was as if a slow moving explosion detonated within my body. With each of his gentle pulls, I spiraled closer to orgasm. I writhed underneath him, wanting more. He made me insatiable.

  His hand glided across my skin. When his fingers slipped between my legs, they parted as if they had a mind of their own. His thumb circled my swollen clit until my hips jutted against his hand frantically. It was then he took a final pull of my blood, plunging his fingers deep inside of my pussy. My inner walls clenched around him tightly, pulling them in deeper.

  I was all sensation at this point. I felt his cool tongue sealing my wounds, relishing the pressure of his hands on my body. I was so close...

  "Fuck, Savannah," Nick murmured. "You're going to come, aren't you?"

  My reply was incoherent. His fingers continued to fill me, stretching me deliciously. He shifted closer to me, his lips at my ear. "I want you to come all over my fingers. I want to taste you, love."

  Once again, the simple power of his words pushed me over the edge I'd teetered on. His palm put pressure on my clit, letting me ride out the last of my orgasm. The power of it made my legs tremble and a weak laugh tumble from my lips. "That was a way to start the day."

  I turned my head to look at him. He was slowly licking each finger, his eyes closed in pleasure.

  I hadn't meant to react to his blatant display. I couldn't help myself. He looked sexy completely naked, his pink tongue licking his fingers like the cat that had gotten the cream.

  With a quickness and grace I didn't know I possessed, I sprang at him, pushing him back into the pillows. I straddled his hips, leaning forward on my elbows. Our noses were touching, my breasts rubbing against his bare chest.

  "First I want to taste you. Then I want to see Rome with you before the concert." My lips brushed against his, my mouth dropping kisses along his jaw. Nibbling on the stubble on his neck, my lips found purchase on his throat.

  "Anything." He stiffened under me, his back arching as my teeth put more pressure on his skin. "Bite just a little harder."

  My eyes opened wide to stare into his black pools of lust filled eyes. He swiftly nodded and closed them, letting me take over.

  Teeth scraped across his collarbones, my tongue swirling around his nipple. It was there on the tender flesh my teeth sank into his skin. Biting harder than I anticipated, I was shocked when his thick blood trickled into my mouth. It was salty and sweet, thick and luxurious. The taste was addictive and I latched on, my teeth breaking open the skin. My mouth latched on to his nipple, relishing the taste of his blood on my tongue.

  Nick’s body went completely stiff. When the wound closed and I moved lower, I noticed his knuckles were white from gripping the sheets in his hands.

  Stopping and rising up, I looked at him cautiously.

  "Too much?" I asked, catching my lip between my teeth. I'd been pushing him…when was it going to be too much for him to handle?

  "No. You surprised me. Don't stop," Nick moaned hoarsely. His body relaxed slightly and I continued my descent down his muscular body. My lips pressed kisses over his silky skin, adoring the sweet taste of his flesh.

  “You know I wanted to do this the night we ran into each other at karaoke? I wanted to taste this,” I purred, knowing that my words were like dumping gasoline on an inferno.

  “Fuck,” he cursed. His head tossed back and forth against the pillow, the tendons in his neck tensing and releasing. His muscles rippled under my touch and I grew intoxicated with the knowledge that I was causing this reaction from him.

  There just weren’t words for what I was feeling. Lust, power, need, wanton desire…and buried deep beneath it all were the beginnings of love.

  “Oh, yes," I smiled evilly, one of my hands wrapping around his twitching shaft and slipping over his skin with a twist of my wrist. "Like I said, I wan
t to taste you now," I squeezed him harder, sliding my fingers over the head of his cock. His fingers dug deeper into the sheets and I heard the fabric tear from the pressure. "It's only fair." I glanced up at him through my eyelashes.

  His chocolate eyes were burning into mine, glowing with want. Never breaking eye contact, I bent to place long, licking kisses down his cock. When my tongue flicked over his balls, he growled. It was deep, sexy and if I were to be entirely honest, a little scary.

  "Savannah..." His words were pleading. "Please...love...so close..."

  Just his voice alone was killing me. I pretended not to hear him, my hand increasing in speed. “So, so hard…I wonder if this tastes as good as the rest of you?” I cocked an eyebrow in question.

  He released another primal growl. "At least let me touch you..."

  Eyeing him, my smile widened. "Patience, baby. This is for the piano…and for this morning. Oh, Nick you want me to do this, right?” I dragged out the words with pleasure. Not waiting for his answer, I bent over him and plunged my mouth over him, laving my tongue over the vein on his cock from base to tip. "Oh...you do taste good," I moaned, sinking my mouth back over him.

  His hands went immediately to my hair, holding it away from my face. I could almost feel the heat from his eyes burning into me.

  He wanted to watch me. Perfect.

  "Your mouth…. Jesus,” he exclaimed. He fisted his hand in my hair and thrust into my mouth. His hips rocked up to meet each plunge of my mouth and stroke of my hand. “I’ve wanted to see your mouth wrapped around my cock like this. Fuck!”

  In answer, I hummed around him and he groaned at the vibration in my throat. His hands tightened around my head, his fingers tangling deeper in my hair.

  My mouth continued its attack on him, my tongue wrapping around every silky inch of his cock. I knew he was close. I felt him tense and release my hair to grip at the covers. My teeth grazed against his length and he came with a roar. I gripped his hips tighter, refusing to let him pull away from me.