Vampire Lover: Purely Paranormal Pleasures

by C. D. Gorri

  “What are you doing?” He growled the question and in two steps had her plastered to his side.

  “Oof,” she yelped and he loosened his hold. Barely.

  “Hey, what’s wrong? I did ask Lea if you were cool with this and she said you were. What are you doing?” She asked and wiggled again sending all of his blood to the last place on earth that needed it.

  Terrence hissed in a breath and Daisy stilled immediately as she felt what her wiggling was doing to him.

  For the love of! Grrr, think of something else dammit.

  “I heard a crash and thought you injured yourself. Stay right here. No. Don’t move. I’ll get that,” he growled and gently shoved her behind him while he made quick work of the barrel and shards of pottery.

  “Wow, you must be really strong,” she said her voice holding a fair amount of awe and he realized he’d moved too quickly nearly giving himself away in the process.

  He was just so amped up he was using way too much of his Vampire strength and agility in front of her. Did it matter though if he was going to claim her anyway?

  That was the question, he supposed.

  “It’s just the adrenaline. Look, what are you doing up here? It’s freezing.”

  “I know,” she smiled at him and it was like the sun coming out.

  “Come here, let me show you,” she reached for his hand.

  Without caring about the consequences, Terrence accepted her touch knowing full well he was reaching the point of no return. She was like the best kind of drug to him. Sweet and addictive. If he did not break ties now, he wouldn’t be able to.

  Fuck. He exhaled as he followed her into the newly erected wooden structure with thick glass panes for the roof and walls. A real greenhouse. On his roof. In Manhattan.

  Whoa.

  Inside were rows and rows of seedlings he couldn’t possibly name. Brightly colored flowers hung from baskets. A few herbs and vegetable plants too. Along the ceiling and floors were humidifiers, misters, large lights, and heaters.

  It was incredible. An entire ecosystem in a little glass box. Wondrous. Fascinating. Precious.

  Like her.

  “Wow,” was all he could say.

  “I know, right?” She smiled and he could sense her pride and happiness. His own grin echoed hers. He couldn’t help it. She should always smile.

  “You should have asked me first though, Daisy. I don’t know if this is up to code,” he said hesitating to break her joy.

  “But Leandra said it would be okay,” she bit her lip and stepped closer.

  “I tell you what. Let me do a little looking around. Check the safety of the roof before you come up here again. Would that work for you?”

  “For insurance purposes?” She asked stepping closer still.

  “Sure,” he agreed, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what he was agreeing too. She was so close to him and then, she moved in further.

  Bold. That was a new word to describe her. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. Hadn’t decided what to do about her yet. But one thing was certain, if she came any closer to him, Terrence wouldn’t be able to help himself.

  “What are you doing?” he breathed the question more than spoke it.

  “Who me?” She whispered into the dimly lit room. There was barely enough space for the two of them to stand, but he liked it that way. Liked having her close.

  Terrence swallowed. She was so near now. Her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest. He felt them as if she were standing there in the nude despite the thick sweater she wore.

  “You,” he whispered back, his breath mingling with her.

  A slow, wicked grin spread across her face. She placed her hands flat against his chest, sliding them slowly upwards until they gripped his collar. Then she pulled.

  “This,” she said and mashed her sweet mouth to his.

  Terrence held his breath for just one moment. He wanted to feel nothing but her lips. The softness, the steadily building pressure. He wanted to savor it, to imprint it on his memory.

  This was it. The very moment when he decided what the rest of his life would be. He could push her away, excuse himself, pack his apartment up and leave town. He could spare her all of the disbelief and possible anguish of finding out that the unthinkable really did walk beside her on this very planet.

  Or he could breathe. He could inhale all the earthy freshness of her scent, explore the depths of her mouth as she wanted him to. He could bite her. Swallow her blood, let it slide down his throat, solidifying their bond for eternity.

  Making decisions was never his strong suit. Terrence sometimes took hours deciding what tie to wear with what shirt. How could he decide his future and hers in mere seconds?

  As if she felt his internal struggle, Daisy moaned softly and pressed herself more fully against him. She’d chosen him with that small action, whether she realized it or not. Then the dam broke.

  Wave after wave of torrential emotion poured throughout Terrence. The foremost being desire. His gums ached, his throat burned, and his chest heaved. He wanted her. Now.

  With a growl he grabbed her by the hips and backed her up against the wall. She clung to his lip, opening for him and thrusting her tongue into his mouth without reservation.

  Terrence barely held onto himself. He wrestled control of the kiss from her searching lips. Needing to lead the pleasurable duel in order to keep his baser instincts at bay.

  With one hand anchoring her soft frame to his much taller and harder one Terrence couldn’t help the natural urge to flex his hips into her. Her reciprocal moan encouraged him to do it again. With his other hand around her neck and face, he tilted her head back and plundered her warm mouth more deeply.

  She tasted sweet and inviting. Like the honey she’d had with her tea that morning. So good. So real. So his.

  “Mmm,” she held onto his shoulders. He lifted her in his arms, wanting her closer still and she complied. Lifting her legs until they were circling his waist. Her hot core pressed more fully against the ridge of his desire.

  It occurred to him he’d been right when he’d called her bold. She was. That and so much more. His body throbbed with need as they kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

  Fuck. She was so goddamn irresistible. Her curvy form was the perfect foil for him. His Vampire’s body was hard and svelte. Muscles corded his long frame much like a professional soccer player.

  He was tall, lean, and impossibly strong. Certainly more than capable of cradling this sexy siren against him without breaking a sweat. And he had no intention of letting her go.

  “Daisy,” he said her name, trailing his lips down her throat and nipping her collar bone.

  “I don’t know about you,” she whispered against his mouth, “but I’d like to continue this downstairs. In my apartment.”

  Chapter 5

  Daisy had little experience with men. Especially a six-foot plus drop-dead gorgeous man. But something had happened in the last few days.

  She hadn’t quite felt herself lately. Not since she had met Terrence Davies, director, sexy nerd, mystery man and hot as fuck neighbor.

  She had no idea what had come over her, but the truth was, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her seemingly shy landlord since she’d first laid eyes on him.

  Imagine her shock when he’d come storming through the door to the roof just moments ago, ripping it off its hinges actually, to find her there.

  He looked so hot with his pressed khakis and his thick cotton rugby shirt. Today’s shoes were light blue with navy and yellow paisley socks. He barely seemed disheveled after his herculean display.

  Even his short reddish blonde hair was perfectly combed. Like he was daring her to come closer to mess him up properly.

  Challenge accepted. As if she were being maneuvered by some grand puppeteer, she’d walked over to him and to her own great surprise, she kissed him. It was touch and go for moments after that. He seemed frozen in place and Daisy almost died of em
barrassment when he didn’t reach for her immediately.

  But something encouraged her to hold on, so she did. Lips pressed to his thin, hard and totally sexy mouth, she held onto his collar like a lifeline. Then the most wonderful thing happened.

  Terrence Davies, shy hottie from next door, attacked her lips and tongue with all the suave confidence and technique of a closet Casanova.

  Holy shit.

  Her panties practically melted off her body with the intensity of his kiss. It was like he was trying to devour her, and yes, she was so ready to let him.

  She had never done this before. Literally never. She was not one to jump into bed with her new neighbor, hot or not, but here she was suggesting they move this to a more comfortable place than her cold and wet greenhouse. Like her bed.

  Yes. Please.

  It was like some alter ego had taken over. Some secret carnal lust filled she-demon. And Daisy kind of liked it.

  So there they were. Making out like two teenagers on her used sofa. Half-dressed and panting as they kissed, fondled, and rubbed all over one another. It was too fast. It was too crazy. But it felt so good she didn’t want to stop.

  Couldn’t find any reason to. None at all. She just wanted to feel and feel and feel. And he felt so good, so right. Never before had she felt such a desperate need. Her pussy clenched on air. Her needy clit twitched and throbbed. She’d had oodles of experience touching herself, but she’d never wanted another’s hands on her so damn bad. She was ready to beg.

  Daisy sucked in a breath as his mouth caught her nipple through the functional cotton bra she wore beneath her shirt. She was a practical kind of girl. If he wanted lace and silk, he wasn’t going to find it in her underwear drawer.

  Hopefully that wouldn’t be a deal breaker because for the first time in her life she was ready to have sex. With him. Now.

  “Fuck, Daisy, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned while opening her jeans and tugging them down.

  She thought about sucking in, trying to tame her belly, but quickly dismissed the notion. Forgot about it actually the very second she was completely revealed to him in all her pink cotton glory.

  “You have too many clothes on,” she said trying to lighten the mood.

  Was that okay? Talking while attacking your neighbor? Must be she figured, because he remedied the issue by immediately shucking his own clothing and tossing it onto the floor. Daisy salivated while she took him in.

  She’d seen naked men on television and once by accident in college. But that was nothing compared to the specimen before her. He stood tall and proud, his thick, long erection jutting forward more beautiful than any of those Greek statues she’d studied in school. He was like a god come to life. Her own personal David.

  “I think we’re still a little uneven,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

  Gulp.

  “I’m going to take this off you now,” he said and tugged on the straps of her bra.

  With a single flick of his fingers he had her bare-breasted and gasping before him like a virgin sacrifice. Which she supposed, she was.

  Daisy bit her lip. She knew she was larger than most women and it wasn’t necessarily a great thing. Real boobs did not stand up. They hung down. They had veins. They were functional, not picture perfect.

  But he didn’t seem to mind. He traced her from collar bone to nipple. Circling her sensitive flesh until finally covering her mounds. No one had ever looked at her or touched her quite like that.

  “Beautiful. Perfect,” he said and leaned forward to lick and suckle her hot flesh.

  Daisy moaned. Her eyes wide as he tended her breasts. She never felt anything like the warm, tugging sensation that seemed to spark pleasurable little spikes straight through her body directly to her throbbing sex.

  Swirl, lick, kiss, bite. Every touch, every caress, every sweet stinging nip of his teeth on her skin made her pussy weep with longing.

  “Want you, Terrence,” she moaned as she leaned back granting him better access to her more than ready body.

  She’d never done this before. Never had mind-numbing sex with anyone let alone a man she’d just met, but truth be told she’d felt a connection to him since the very first. He was so good looking, but it was more than that.

  It was as if a light had shone down on him the first time she’d seen his silver-gray eyes. Like some ethereal force was saying, yoo hoo Daisy this is what you’ve been waiting for your whole life.

  She was captivated by him. Intrigued by the ferocious spirit she’d glimpsed inside his steady gaze. Whoever Terrence Davies really was, he was a good person. True, honest, and loyal. A man she could trust. Of that she was positive.

  “Are you sure you want this?”

  The question startled her out of her lusty haze. She searched his face for any sign he was trying to back out but found none. Relieved, she felt herself nodding.

  She didn’t know why, but she was more than sure. Terrence was the one she’d been waiting for her whole life. All those lonely nights, forgotten in this one moment in his arms.

  She trusted him. Knew instinctively that he would never hurt her. Wanted to join with him more than anything else.

  Forever.

  The thought shocked her. It was absurd. This was surely not going to be more than a one night or afternoon stand, but still, she wasn’t going to stop.

  “Yes.”

  One word. That was it. Three little letters that would change her life as she knew it. This wasn’t about a new apartment or a new start for her business. It wasn’t about the move to New York City.

  This was about finally living life to its fullest. This one act meant she was finally ready to embrace and claim her life. A chance for a whole new outlook on the world for Daisy.

  She was determined to grab life with two hands while she still could. Daisy wasn’t that sickly, scared little girl anymore. The one whose parents sent her away to boarding school to distance themselves from their only daughter whose fragile health was too great for them to risk their affections.

  It had been years since she thought about the sad childhood she’d had as a result of a genetic heart condition. Years since she’d allowed it to stop her from doing the things she wanted to. It would not stop her now. No matter how hard the organ pumped and pushed as Terrence kissed her to heights she’d never experienced before in her life.

  Her life. It was her life and she was going to claim it as her own here and now. With him.

  “Yes,” she repeated more firmly, “I want this.”

  Chapter 6

  Terrence could hardly hear past the one word. Everything inside of him wanted to take care, to treat her gently like she deserved, but he couldn’t hold himself back any more than he could hold back the progress of time.

  “Need you,” he murmured as he pressed her knees open and slipped his head between her soft, smooth thighs.

  He kissed the tender skin up, up, up still until his lips met the thin cotton barrier that shielded his prize. With his teeth, he tore the panties from her sex, ears swallowing her moans surely as he was about to suckle her sweet cream from her most secret place.

  “Mine,” he growled.

  Terrence dipped his tongue between her folds, lapping at her nether lips like a man starved. And he was. A starving, desperate, needy thing all for his sweet Daisy.

  The mewling noises she made encouraged him to move faster, harder against her tight little bundle of nerves. The more he sucked, the harder she bucked until she was riding his face the way she would soon ride his cock. He couldn’t wait to witness that.

  His sweet Daisy naked as the day she entered the world, breasts bouncing, eyes wide as he thrust beneath her. Sinking into her sweet pussy was about the best damn thing he could ever imagine. She probably thought it was just this one time, but he had plans to keep her there forever. To be his one and only for as long as the gods and Fates allowed.

  Time slowed as he lapped at her se
x. He pressed closer between her legs, parting her nether lips with his fingers to better taste her essence. Terrence’s large shoulders spread her thighs even further apart, making more room for him while he made love to her with lips, teeth, and tongue.

  The ripples of her first orgasm began to build sending trembling waves echoing through him as he continued to kiss and suckle her sweet cream lick by delicious lick.

  Her emotions screamed at him, he realized as he read her needs one by one. She liked what he was doing. Wanted him to continue. And he intended to.

  Daisy’s submission to his touch made Terrence wild with need. As he kissed her sweet pussy, he added first one then another finger, stretching her tight sheath to the limit. She was so small.

  Holy shit. The reason for her tightness made itself known as he pumped his fingers into her slick heat. That male part of him wanted to roar and thump his chest. His little mate was untried! A virgin.

  Fucking perfect and mine. She was so beautiful. So new to all this. It almost hurt him to touch her this way, but he couldn’t stop. Not now. He wanted, no he needed to be part of her. Right then and there.

  He vowed to make it good for her. It was his privilege as her mate. And he was. Born to love this one woman forever forsaking all others.

  “Oh my God,” she yelled, clutching at his hair as she came apart under the onslaught of his ministrations. On and on it went. The pulsing, throbbing need burning throughout her mind, heart and body and flowing into him making his cock pulse with pure undiluted desire.

  Fuck. She felt so good, squeezing his fingers. He couldn’t wait until she was doing the same to his cock. To be the first to love her, the only man to love her, that was his ultimate wish. But first he needed to explain.