Scarlet Heat

by Evangeline Anderson

  “You’d have to get started first before you could do that,” I reminded him with a breathy little laugh.

  His eyes widened and he grinned.

  “Getting sassy, huh? That’s naughty, Taylor. Very naughty. I might have to punish you for that.”

  “How…how will you do that?” I whispered, my heart thumping.

  “Like this.”

  Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he leaned down and took a long, slow taste of my pussy, starting at the bottom of my slit and ending at the top. I jumped and moaned as his hot tongue slid directly over my clit, my hands tightening into fists at my sides.

  “God, Victor!”

  “You taste fucking delicious, baby.” His voice was low and hoarse. “Spread a little wider. I need to get into you deep.”

  I tried to do as he said but apparently I still wasn’t open enough to please him. Victor wrapped his arms around my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide, and pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lapping me with long, slow, hungry strokes, tracing my clit until he set me on fire, and pressing deep inside me, filling me with deep, delicious thrusts that took my breath away.

  The fire that had been building inside me while he touched me was abruptly back, flames of need and desire licking along my spine as he tasted me like his life depended on it.

  “Victor…oh God…” I moaned. My back arched helplessly and I found that my fingers had somehow gotten tangled in his thick, black hair. When I realized I was pulling it, I tried to stop. But Victor looked up briefly and shook his head.

  “No, baby.” He was panting, his mouth shiny with my juices. “It’s okay—touch me. I like to feel your hands on me, like to know I’m making you feel good.” Then he pressed his face between my thighs and thrust his tongue inside me again.

  His words gave me confidence to really let go and give in to the pleasure. With a low moan, I tilted my pelvis forward, opening myself farther to his seeking tongue. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him tasting me, licking me, wanted to let the feeling inside me build to the point of no return.

  The way he was tasting me, it didn’t take long. I was spread wide on the couch, with Victor’s arms wrapped around me, holding me open and his tongue buried deep in my pussy. I had never felt so helpless or so hot. I couldn’t help myself, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I started to moan and tug at his hair, tilting my hips in time to his thrusts. I was close…so close… I just needed a little bit more…

  Victor seemed to understand exactly what I needed. Suddenly he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two long, strong fingers. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and tortured it sweetly, lashing me with just the tip of his tongue as he thrust deep and hard inside me.

  “Oh…Oh, God!” I cried. Suddenly I couldn’t stand it anymore—the orgasm crashed over me abruptly, making my back arch helplessly as my fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him even closer.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had come so hard but Victor wouldn’t stop. Despite the way I was quivering all around him and moaning his name, he still kept licking. Just as I thought I was coming down from the peak he pushed me to another, higher one. And then another after that.

  Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he gave me one last sweet kiss and looked up.

  “Feeling good, baby?” he rasped.

  “More than good—amazing,” I admitted, stroking a hand through his hair. “You’re so good at that. I’ve never…never been able to come like that with anyone else.”

  “Glad to hear it. I love making you come.” He rose slowly to his feet and I couldn’t help noticing the hard ridge of his shaft pushing against the denim of his jeans.

  “It looks like you need to come too.” Hesitantly, I reached up to stroke the thick bulge. But before I could do more than brush my fingertips against it, Victor caught my wrist in his hand to stop me.

  “I want you so fucking bad right now,” he growled hoarsely. “But only if you want me too. So please…don’t touch me unless…unless you really want it.”

  “I do. I really do.” Leaning forward, I pressed my cheek to his shaft, rubbing like a cat marking its territory. I liked his warm, masculine scent and the way I could feel him throbbing against my cheek through the rough denim. I didn’t know what made me so bold—maybe knowing it was our last time together. I wanted to show him how I felt, to show how much I cared, how much I loved him before it was too late.

  Victor groaned low in his throat.

  “God, baby…”

  I looked up at him.

  “I’m ready to pay the Debt,” I murmured and tugged at his jeans. “Can you take these off?”

  He did as I asked, pulling the tight denim down, baring his shaft, which was as big and thick as I remembered. I didn’t fear him this time, though—wasn’t afraid of him hurting me. He claimed he’d been rough that last time we had sex but I only had brief, blurred images of that. Mainly I remembered begging him to give me what I needed, feeling so empty inside I couldn’t stand not to have him in me.

  I felt the same way now, only I was in my right mind. And even though I knew we had done this before, it was still like the first time for me. The first time I could really appreciate and enjoy it, anyway.

  “Come here. Sit on my lap.” Victor settled on the couch again and beckoned for me to climb on top of him. I wanted to join him…but I hesitated.

  “I don’t know…”

  “What, baby?” he asked gently. “You change your mind? If you’re feeling upset or afraid…”

  “It’s not that…” I bit my lip. “It’s just… last time after we…when I woke up and I was…was on top. And I thought…”

  “Oh, right.” He nodded thoughtfully.

  “It was so awful,” I said. “I’m sorry, Victor—I just don’t want to feel like…like I’m, you know, forcing you or holding you down.”

  He gave a rueful laugh and ran one hand through his hair.

  “That’s kind of why I wanted you on top. Because I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing you, either.” He sighed. “Look, why don’t we do this…”

  He lay down on the broad leather seat of the sectional and scooted so that the back of the couch was against his muscular shoulders. Since he was lying on his side and the sectional was wide, there was plenty of room beside him.

  “Here.” He patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s get comfortable.”

  I lay down beside him, facing him, and snuggled close. It felt good to have my naked body pressed against his large, hard frame. I liked the way we had skin to skin contact from chest to thighs, the way I felt enclosed and protected by his arms without feeling caged.

  “This okay?” Victor murmured as our arms and legs entwined and he stroked my hair.

  “It’s perfect.” I looked up at him and smiled. “But do you think you’ll be able to reach my throat this way?”

  “Let’s find out.” Pulling me closer, he bent down and pressed his face to the side of my neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there and I shivered in the circle of his arms. God, I wanted him!

  “Victor,” I whispered breathlessly as I felt his fangs, shorter than mine but just as sharp, skate along my throat, tracing my pulse.

  “Yeah, I can reach you.” He licked up from the hollow of my throat to just behind my ear, making me gasp and squirm against him. “I’ll be able to bite you at the right time.”

  “Not until you feel yourself right on the edge,” I told him, flushing all over. “Not until…until you’re almost coming.”

  “Coming inside you, you mean,” he growled, pulling back to look at me. “Are you ready for that yet, baby? Ready to have me deep in that tight little pussy of yours?”

  “I…I think so.” It was the first time in over six years that I had made love willingly. I had bad memories of other times, painful images that wanted to intrude. But I found I was able to push
them away and just concentrate on being with Victor. He was so big and warm and solid he took up all my attention, all my concentration and focus. I wanted to be here, in the present with him, not stuck in the past.

  “Wanna kiss you again, first,” he murmured, tilting my mouth up to his. He covered my lips and pulled my leg up over his hip. I felt myself flowing to him, opening naturally both above and below. My lips parted for his tongue and at the same time, I felt the broad, blunt head of his cock slide gently along my sensitive slit.

  I moaned and jumped a little at the sensation but only because I was still so tender from the way he had tasted me and made me come again and again earlier. Inside, I was throbbing with need. I felt empty again, just as I remembered feeling the first time we’d had sex.

  “Victor,” I moaned softly, as he slid against me again, parting my folds with his shaft. “Please…I need you. Need you in me.”

  He pulled back and looked at me, catching and holding my eyes with his own.

  “I want to be in you too. But gently, baby. Slowly. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I whispered back. “I…I like that idea.”

  “Me too.” He stroked my hair away from my flushed cheeks. “We’re going to go at one speed—yours. So whenever you’re ready, put me in.”

  “Oh, I…” I looked down between us, feeling my cheeks get even hotter. “Okay,” I whispered at last.

  It hadn’t occurred to me that he would want me to be in control of the penetration but when I thought about it, it made sense. Victor knew about my traumatic past—he wanted me to feel like I was in control of this situation. Wanted me to feel safe, not cornered. Knowing that made me feel loved, cared for in a way that warmed me from the inside out. I wished I could tell him so, even more I wished I could tell him I loved him. But that would only make things awkward.

  Victor seemed to sense my hesitation because he smiled at me and cupped my cheek.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” he rumbled. “You can touch it—it won’t bite.”

  His playful words set me at ease even more and I smiled back.

  “Yes, I know. You’re going to be doing the biting this time.”

  “Can’t wait, baby.” He leaned down and bit the skin of my neck gently but firmly. He didn’t break the skin but I still shivered at the erotic feel of his teeth closing on my throat. God, how I wanted him—wanted to submit to him, to feel him taking me, pushing himself inside me and claiming me for his own. Even if it was only just this once.

  Feeling less nervous about the situation, I reached between us and grasped the long, thick shaft that rose from between his thighs. Victor groaned softly and I felt a shudder run through his big body. I had a momentary feeling of power, knowing my touch could affect him so strongly. Then I fit the broad head to the entrance of my pussy and closed my eyes, waiting.

  “No, Taylor.” Victor’s voice took me by surprise.

  “What?” My eyes flew open and I saw he was watching me. Also, he hadn’t moved an inch—he was still poised just at my entrance but he hadn’t made a move to enter me.

  “I want you to look at me,” he said, his deep voice almost stern. “I want to see it in your eyes when I enter you. Want to watch you watching me when I fill you up.”

  “Oh…” I felt my stomach clench with desire at the hot look in his golden eyes. I knew what he was doing—he wanted us to stay connected. To stay focused on each other every precious, fleeting minute we had together. I wanted that too but it felt so intimate…so raw. Like I was opening not only my body, but my soul to him at the same time.

  But the look on Victor’s face said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Slowly, I nodded.

  “Good.” He nodded once and kissed me again. “Now look at me. Look in my eyes while I take you…while I fill you, baby.”

  I bit my lip, forcing myself to hold the intimate eye contact as I felt the head of his cock finally breach my entrance and press slowly but relentlessly inside me.

  “Slowly,” he murmured, his eyes still holding mine. “And I’m trying to be gentle, too. God, you’re tight.”

  “Maybe it’s just that you’re, uh, big,” I whispered, having a hard time getting the words out. I knew he had been in me before but I didn’t really remember it much. This was like my first time with him and I could feel his shaft stretching me as he entered my pussy, inch after thick inch sliding slowly inside me.

  “Almost there,” he murmured, stroking my cheek again. “You okay, baby?”

  “I think so.” I bit my lip. “It feels good. Just…tight. That’s all.”

  “You’ll loosen up in a minute,” he assured me. “Just got to get used to having me in you.”

  “I’m trying…” I moaned as I felt him nudge farther inside me. “God, you’re in me so deep, Victor.”

  “Have to be deep. Have to be buried to the hilt in your sweet little pussy to make this work,” he reminded me.

  Just then, I felt him fill me completely. We both moaned as the head of his cock came flush against the end of my channel and I knew he was as deep in me as he could get.

  “God,” I whispered.

  “That’s me inside you—all the way in,” he growled softly. “Does it feel all right?”

  “Yes.” I nodded, still looking into his eyes. “It’s good…I like it. But I need more.”

  “You ready to feel me moving inside you?” he asked, stroking my cheek. “Ready to give it up for me and let me make you mine?”

  His words sent a thrill through me. God, how I wanted to be his! Not just now, but forever. I knew that wasn’t how he meant it but I still liked the sound of it.

  “Yes,” I whispered, putting my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

  “Yes, Victor—make me yours.”

  “There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he murmured hoarsely. “Hang on, baby—I’ll go slow at first.”

  “Slow is good,” I said softly as he pulled almost all the way out of me. “Very good.”

  “As slow as you want,” he promised and I felt him thrusting back into me, as slowly as he had promised.

  It didn’t take long for him to establish a rhythm. And though he was careful not to hurt me, I could still feel every inch of him sliding into my pussy. I bit my lip and worked with him, moaning softly at each deep stroke when he touched bottom inside me. I loved the hard press as he filled me and the way the broad, blunt head of his cock kissed the mouth of my womb each time.

  But the thing that made our lovemaking so unforgettable was that the entire time he was filling me, Victor was looking into my eyes. I might have been sucked into bad memories of the past but he never let that happen. He never let me go, never let me disconnect. He kept me in the present with him as he made slow, deep, deliberate love to me, his body thrusting into mine and his arms wrapped protectively around me.

  Every breath I took seemed to draw him nearer. I felt filled by him and not just below. His warm, masculine scent of fur and sunshine in the forest filled my senses and the look of protective concentration his face filled my heart.

  No one had ever made love to me like this, so slowly, so tenderly, so thoroughly. I felt like every bit of his attention was completely focused on me, like every ounce of his concentration was going into making sure I felt good. Our foreheads were pressed together, our eyes locked as his body moved within mine.

  I had never felt so loved.

  I don’t know how long it lasted. Only that the pleasure inside me was building to a peak again when Victor said, “I think it’s time, baby.”

  “Yes.” I tilted my head to give him easier access. “Go on, Victor,” I whispered. “Bite me—I want you to.”

  “I’ll try not to hurt you too much,” he murmured in my ear. And then I felt his hot mouth on the side of my neck and the sharp, delicious pain as his fangs pierced my flesh.

  The feeling of him penetrating me both above and below at the same time seemed to do something to me. Something hot.

  “Oh, Victor, oh,’ I gaspe
d and arched against him, tilting my pelvis to get more of him inside me as he sucked at my throat. I loved the feeling of my blood rushing into his mouth while his cock filled my pussy. The intense, overwhelming sensations were suddenly too much as our long, slow journey reached an abrupt, intense climax—at least for me. Sobbing his name, I scratched at his back as my orgasm overtook me.

  I could feel my inner muscles contracting around him, squeezing him tight as my body urged him to come with me, to join me in pleasure. At any minute I expected to feel him throbbing inside me, filling me with his cum. But that didn’t happen. Instead, Victor pulled away from my neck and looked into my eyes again.

  “Taylor,” he said, his voice a deep, needful growl. “I want you to bite me.”

  * * * * *

  Victor

  “What?” She looked at me uncertainly and I hoped I hadn’t gone too far. But whether I had or not, I couldn’t stop now.

  “Bite me,” I repeated. “Take my blood. Do it now.”

  She shook her head. “But…but I thought we were broken up. I thought that was how you wanted it.”

  “It’s not,” I said recklessly. “I never wanted to lose you, baby. I love you.”

  “Oh, Victor…” Her face was still flushed and her eyes were bright from coming. I thought I’d never seen anyone so beautiful, so desirable in my life. “I…I love you too,” she whispered and I thought she might cry.

  “Drink from me, then,” I urged her. “Do it, baby. Let’s reform our bond. I want you in my life—I want you forever.”

  “I want you too. But…are you sure?” Her eyes looked troubled. “You know how vampires get when they take blood and make love at the same time. I might get…a little out of control.”

  “I can handle it,” I assured her dryly. “I can handle you, baby. So go on…” I bared my throat for her, giving her the sign of submission. “Bite me,” I growled. “Get those hot little fangs in me deep.”

  Taylor’s eyes grew wide and then she struck. I gave a low groan as I felt the sharp little points of her fangs dig deep into my vulnerable throat. My cock surged inside her and my hips started to move double time.