Her Vampire: An Instalove Possessive Vampire Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 207)

by Flora Ferrari

I feel my legs trembling as I stand on my tiptoes, almost falling over the couch.

  Everything shakes and then a gushing fountain opens up inside of me.

  Something shatters and then comes together and shatters again.

  “Fuck, your cream is flowing down your thighs,” Torsten gasps.

  Even through my eyelids, I can see the redness filling up the room now, a flashing siren of light that proclaims his vampiric, carnal desire.

  I feel my hole fluttering around his finger as his other hand sends charm-ecstasy surging through me.

  “I can’t wait,” he growls. “Come here, Tammy.”

  I open my eyes and he spins me around.

  His body is glowing like a furnace now and his fangs are glinting in the light. He grabs my hip with one hand and lifts me up, lifts me as though I weigh less than air, balancing me with his hand palming my ass at the same time as I prop my hands on his shoulders.

  “F-fuck,” I whimper. “You’re so strong.”

  With his free hand, he tears down his pants and reveals his manhood, a glistening come-slick length that springs up ten inches long, and thick, so thick a tremor travels through me at the thought I won’t be able to take him.

  He places me down on the back of the couch, but still props me up as he steps forward and guides his manhood to me.

  “I have to be strong,” he growls, stroking his engorged head up and down my clit, the grinding wetness almost driving me to orgasm all over again. “But goddamn I need to see those juicy breasts, too. But I’m scared if I do I’ll feed on them.”

  “You can heal me after, right?” I whisper.

  “Yes.”

  “Then do it, Torsten. Take me.”

  “Don’t tempt me,” he snarls.

  “Why not?” I touch his face, stroke it softly, and then run my finger along his lip and touch one of his razor-sharp fangs. “It’s just so much fun.”

  With a savage thrust of his hand, he tears my dress off, the fabric ripping under his godly power and ending up crumpled on the floor.

  Another—and my bra goes the same way, my breasts spilling free.

  “Those breasts,” he snarls. “This creamy cunt. You were made for me, Tammy.”

  I gasp as he arches his back and slides his length inside of me.

  Collapsing forward, I bury my face in his neck as a twinge of fear kisses me, making me wonder if he’s too big if I’ll be able to …

  But then my doubts wash hotly away as I feel my pussy blooming and flooding with his tingly need for me.

  I squeal as he rears back, pumping his hips, one hand always grabbing and kneading and massaging my ass cheeks.

  He gazes down at my breasts, his eyes wide, his pulsating getting quicker as he struggles with the desire to plunge his erect fangs into them.

  “Do it,” I urge. “I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.”

  “You better,” he groans. “Because you smell fucking incredible.”

  I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders as he leans down and bites my breast softly. The warmth of his fangs is orgasmic, thudding into me with the force of a promise.

  He pumps his hips faster and I grind against him, the walls of my pussy feeling tight and close and oh-so-intimate around him as we sink into a rhythm.

  He gasps and growls as he sucks on my breast, his teeth clamping tighter, but he must be using a charm because where his fangs make their mark orgiastic tingling spreads through my breasts, making my nipples hard.

  “Fuck,” he growls, breaking it off and leaning back, gazing at me with his red-smeared mouth, his eyes ablaze. “You’re close. You’re close again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “I—I—”

  “Beg me to bite you,” he groans, hardly able to get the words out past his overwhelming desire, desire that blazes clearly in his face. “Beg me, Tammy.”

  “Bite me,” I moan, forcing the words out past the catching scream in my throat. “Oh, God. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me!”

  He buries his face in his breast again.

  This time, the way his cock fills me seems to get even more dominating. My pussy starts to pulse in time with his feed-driven lust, his thrusts getting even quicker, far quicker now than any human man could pump his hips.

  He pounds into me in a flurry of movement and all I can do is clutch onto his large shoulder muscles to stop myself from collapsing backward.

  A symphony of pleasure erupts in my breasts and deep in my pussy, and then they both travel through my body and join somewhere in my belly. They sing brightly and hotly and then I’m shivering and I feel the orgasm shooting out of me, my juices squirting down his length as he pumps deeper and bites harder.

  “Beg me to come in you,” he snarls, breaking off the biting contact for a moment. “Beg.”

  “P-please,” I sing. “Come in me, Torsten. Please come in my tight virgin pussy.”

  “Keep saying that,” he commands.

  “Come in my tight virgin pussy,” I moan, my pussy getting tight and then loosening suddenly as more squirting pleasure flows out of me. “Come in—Come—Come—”

  He throws his head back and roars, his fangs making two shiny points in the semidarkness.

  I grab the back of his neck and pump with my hips, grinding my pussy down onto him.

  Then he grunts and his whole body goes taut and tense.

  We collapse against each other as his cock pulses inside of me.

  “God,” I whisper, as we stop our mad animal bucking. “Jesus, Torsten. Are you okay?”

  “Y-yes,” he growls, staggering away and pawing at the blood covering his mouth. “Just please, get dressed. Oh, wait.”

  He pricks his finger and places it against the fang marks on my breasts, healing them. But then he growls and starts palming them again, spreading my blood over them.

  “Fuck.”

  He forces himself to turn away and walks to the other side of the room.

  “Torsten.”

  “Hmm?”

  “What am I supposed to get dressed in? You sort of ruined my dress, you animal.”

  I grin at him and then he glances at me, smirking slightly. Our smiles mirror each other and then we’re both laughing, like sex-crazed loons, laughing so that our voices fill the room in a song.

  Then he darts to me, vampire-quick, seeming to appear inches in front of me within a heartbeat.

  “Then I guess I’ll have to take you into the bedroom to see if there’re any clothes in there.”

  I run my hand down his shirt, pressing my fingernails hard so I can feel his hot, stony flesh beneath.

  “Okay,” I whisper. “But this time you have to get naked too. It’s only fair.”

  Lust flares between us, and we don’t fight it.

  We can’t.

  Because we belong to each other now, in body as well as soul.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Tammy

  I sit on my apartment balcony as the midday sun makes the city glitter like a diamond. Chipper rests on my lap in a tight ball, snoozing softly, glancing up at me every time I let my ear-stroking lapse.

  Mommy, his eyes seem to say. I think you’re forgetting something.

  My mind soars over the past almost two weeks with Torsten, the dates, the closeness, the little fun experiments we’ve had in the recording studio together. But as I sit here what strikes me most is how glorious the city looks as it’s lit with startling yellow and how I wish Torsten was sitting here beside me, basking in the warm glow of the sun.

  “Tonight,” I whisper, giving Chipper a belly rub.

  He rolls over and his tongue lolls as he grins up at me.

  “But is he ready, eh, little man?” I mutter.

  Perhaps that’s an unfair question. He’s told me he’s ready plenty of times, told me he’s been waiting his whole life to find me, but my head spins whenever I think about it.

  He’ll go from never having to worry about mortality to being a forty year old mortal man.

  “But I do
n’t care,” he growled last night, his fingers making patterns in my hair as we recovered from our frantic sex. “I want to put my seed inside of you. I want to watch you grow with our child. I want to live, Tammy, with you.”

  “I hope you don’t mind me leaving you with the dog sitter tonight, boy,” I say, bringing him to my face and kissing his nose.

  He smiles and laps at my cheek, his tail wagging as he scrambles up my chest to get better purchase for more face-licking.

  Tonight.

  Everything changes.

  And I can’t wait, my womb eager for his child, to begin a life I never could’ve dreamed of just two and a half weeks ago.

  I take a deep breath of the bracing autumn air and then turn Chipper so that he’s facing the city, his little body bathed in sunlight.

  Curiosity swells in me as I step from the chauffeured car and walk across the airstrip. A light rain falls across the sky, seeming to sparkle in the light of the landing strip, flashing.

  Torsten stands next to a small plane, the kind you see in stunt shows and in spy movies. It has a propeller and a DIY look about it, and as I get closer, I can just about make out its blood-red paint in the darkness.

  Torsten has a smirk on his face as he strolls over to me, moving languidly in a tight-fitting black shirt and jeans, the clothes doing nothing to hide the irrepressible bulk of his body beneath.

  “You’re about to tell me you know how to fly that thing,” I say. “Aren’t you?”

  “That would be bragging,” he chuckles deeply. “And you know how much I hate that. Anyway, I’d prefer to show you. If you’ll trust me?”

  I glance at the plane, a note of fear shivering through me.

  “I’ve never been on a real plane before,” I murmur. “Let alone a toy plane.”

  “I am an excellent pilot,” he says. “But if you don’t feel comfortable—”

  “No,” I say quickly. “I mean, I’m going to be scared. But you’ve taught me not to live my life in fear, Torsten. Where are we going?”

  “Somewhere private,” he says, closing the distance between us and leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek.

  Neither completely warm nor completely cold, it oscillates between the two as his hunger flares within him. I place my hand on his chest and then feel something new there.

  The amulet.

  I feel its heat, too, glowing against my palm.

  “Are you nervous?” I ask softly.

  “About what?” he says. “Seeing the sunrise with the woman of my dreams? Starting a life that’s going to be filled with happiness and joy and mortal savor? No, Tammy, I’m not nervous. Are you?”

  “Only about the plane,” I giggle, nudging him playfully. “I really hope you’re the pilot you claim to be.”

  He leads me over to the plane and helps strap me into the front seat. I sit back, taking deep breaths, as Torsten climbs in beside me and starts fiddling with the controls. He handles them all deftly and then starts to taxi the plane onto the strip.

  “Don’t worry,” he says, turning to me with his so-Torsten smirk. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

  His voice is comforting through the headset.

  And then, like magic – how fitting – we’re soaring over the inky blackness of the water and out to sea.

  I reach across and grip onto Torsten’s arm, feeling the solidity of it, ready to snatch my hand away if he tells me needs his hands free for the controls.

  But he allows me to clutch onto him as we make our path through the sky, the stars seeming insanely close when I finally summon the courage to look.

  He turns, grinning at me, seeming almost boyish in the simple joy he takes in the flight, his hair the same silver of the moon as it glistens.

  I relax into the flight, even a little surprised when he turns us down to land on a small island seemingly in the middle of nowhere. A flashing landing strip marks the spot and Torsten guides us steadily down, landing so lightly I can barely feel the transfer of the wheels to the strip.

  We come to a stop and he leaps down, opening my door and reaching up to help with my straps with his vampire speed.

  Is he going to miss it? an anxious voice whispers. Is he going to miss being a creature a thousand times more powerful than other men?

  “Where is this?” I ask as he takes my hand and we walk away from the strip, into a small clearing and then beyond to a cabin that rests on the beach.

  It overlooks the ocean, the ocean that seems to stretch to infinity as my eyes roam to the skyline.

  “A perfect place to watch the sunrise,” Torsten says, the heat suddenly flowing through him descrying his desire. “I wanted a special place to spend tonight with you. So I bought this island and had this cabin built. I hope you’ll find it accommodating.”

  “It’s perfect,” I whisper, turning to him and finding an out-of-place look in his eyes. “Torsten, what is it?”

  “I need to ask you something,” he says softly, his voice just a few notes above a carnal whisper, the ocean an unceasing backdrop and the stars so bright this far away from the city they blare down like a million winking diamonds. “The most important thing I’ve ever asked anyone, in all my long years, a question I would’ve thought absurd before I scented you in the autumn air.”

  I feel tears threatening to prick my eyes.

  The voice of the woman I was before I met Torsten – the scared woman, the self-conscious woman – tries to tell me that this couldn’t possibly be happening.

  But it is.

  Oh my God.

  It is.

  Torsten reaches into his pocket and takes out a ring box, falling to his knee in a fluid movement, and looking up at me with so much affection in his eyes I can’t hold the tears back any longer.

  “I love you, Tammy,” he growls fiercely. “I love you more than I thought a night creature like me was capable of. I’ve spent so many years wondering if I’d ever feel again, feel like mortals feel, but that question was answered the second I laid my eyes on you. You’re strong, passionate, loyal, and fucking sexy on top of all of that. You’re talented, kind, and easily the best person I’ve ever met. I’ve lived a thousand years and I’ve never felt even a tenth of what I feel now, looking at you framed by moonlight. I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my mortal life with you. Tammy Holden, will you marry me?”

  Tears blur my eyes as I stare down at him, my voice threatening to catch in my throat and become useless.

  But then I find it.

  Because I’m done being voiceless.

  Torsten has shown me that.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper. And then I say it louder, almost screaming it, pride blooming. “I love you. Oh, God, I know it’s crazy. But I know it’s fate. Freaking fate led us together.”

  I stare at the ring, an elegant diamond set within a silver band.

  And of course, there’s a little red jewel, a small note of character, an inside joke in the form of a precious gemstone.

  “And yes,” I giggle, smearing the tears from my cheeks. “Did I say that yet? Yes, yes, all the yeses in the world, Torsten.”

  Red shimmers through his cheeks as he reaches over and slides the ring onto my finger, and then he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him with the unstoppable power of a vampire.

  I feel the heat of his amulet, blazing, urgent.

  “Are you ready?” he growls, kissing me softly and then harder, a savage thrum moving through both of us.

  “I am,” I gasp, breaking off the kiss, clasping his pulsating face in my hands. “But are you? No matter what you say, Torsten, you’re giving up a lot for me. You’re giving up—”

  “I’m gaining so much more,” he says with passion flaring beneath his words. “A life. A life I never dreamed I’d have. Perhaps a life I didn’t think I deserved. I love you, Tammy, and nothing in this world would make me want to choose the dark of the night over the light of our love.”

  I blink away anoth
er wave of tears and lean up, kissing him softly, and then harder, sinking into the kiss as my body rages just as hotly as his.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Torsten

  I guide her into the cabin, minimally but sleekly furnished. The entire space is open-plan, with a deluxe kitchen, a corner couch arranged in front of a crackling fire that rages and crackles after a little encouragement, a separate bathroom with heated floors and then the bed, the goddamn bed, the only thing I’m interested in as my hand roams over my fiancé’s body and down to that round, plump ass.

  “Fuck,” I snarl, palming it as she bends over for me, knowing what I like, knowing how to please me just as I’ll spend every day for the rest of our mortal lives trying to please her.

  I slide my hands over her pants and then push her down softly, spinning her onto her back. The lighting is soft and the sheets are blood-red silk, but I can’t help but let the surging feed pulse through me one final time as I pull down her pants and her panties in one savage stroke.

  The room pumps red like an artery, lighting up brightly, as I lean forward and brush my tongue roughly up her lips. I suck on her clit, attacking it with the tip of my tongue, sending shivering charms through her body until she’s breathing heavily and twitching against me.

  I reach up and grab her breasts over her shirt as she creams in my mouth, sucking in the tangy come, drinking down every last drop like the fucking savage I am.

  Then I stand up and tear my clothes off, my whole body trembling with the importance of this moment.

  I strip my chest bare to reveal my muscled torso, the skin smooth except for the war scars I received in my mortal life.

  I gaze down at her when I’m naked, my cock so hard I feel like it could erupt any second.

  The amulet pulses as brightly as my feed-infused skin, flashing against her, lighting her up for me.

  “Shirt,” I snarl. “Now. I need to suck those nipples.”

  She wriggles out of her shirt and unclips her bra, lying on her back, her body a curvaceous juicy treat just waiting to be ravaged by me, by her man, by the only man who’s ever going to get to touch that body.

  Because if anybody else tried, vampiric abilities or not, I’d make them regret it.