Belonging (17 page)

He growled at her.
Growled
…animal-like. “I don’t bring women here, Analise. This is my private space reserved only for me. And now you, my mate. Only you.” He moved back, sitting on his haunches, eyes raking over every exposed inch of her now vulnerable body. She tensed.

“Analise,” he whispered reverently, “you’re so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at you. I can’t believe you belong to me.” Once again his words melted her. How could someone she just met know her so intimately?

“Jesus, the things I want to do to you, kitten. I’m going to take your blood into my body tonight, but I’m not going to make you completely mine yet. Bonding in the vampire world is irreversible and you need some time to digest what we talked about tonight. I need you to want this as desperately as I do. But make no mistake about it; I will make your soul mine very soon. Tonight, though…I will make your body mine.”

Her eyes closed on a moan. She couldn’t help it. He was right, she needed to think about what he’d told her, ask questions. The thought of being bonded for life sent a rush of excitement through her veins, but at the same time terrified her enough to want to flee. This was all happening so fast her head was swimming. But there was no denying she wanted Damian DiStephano to own her body. Her heart, however? That was another question.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch everything that I’m doing to your delectable body.” She complied, but her heavy lids made it difficult to hold them open. The way he looked at her caused every thought to fade, bringing her back to the moment at hand.

Starting at her face, he gently ran a finger across her brow and down her cheek. He continued working his way downward, over her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts. He softly circled her areolas, not touching her aching nipples.

“Please,” she moaned, as he moved down her stomach.

“Patience, kitten. I’ve waited for you for almost five hundred years. I’m not rushing this now.”

“You’re torturing me,” she whined.

“Au contraire…I’m
savoring
you. You’ll know when I’m torturing you.” His fingers had moved down her long legs and were now tracing every toe delicately. Both hands wrapped around her ankles and he now ran them up her shins, pushing her legs apart when he reached her knees. Her pussy was now fully open to him and he could see the evidence of her desire.

“Jesus Christ, Analise, you are so wet for me.” He leaned down, inhaling deeply before running his nose along the outside of her labia. She should be mortified, but she didn’t care. Her body was on fire. She was strung so tight, she thought she might orgasm the second he touched her.

She felt his hot breath right before his tongue descended, licking her from back to front, avoiding her clit. She cried out, her hips bucked and he used his free arm to hold her in place.

How was she going to survive sex with Damian DiStephano when she was ready to die from simple foreplay?

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hapter
25

Damian

She smelled so fucking good. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her clit and draw her essence into him, driving her to an endless orgasm. He was holding on to his sanity by a thin thread. In equal parts, he wanted to ravage her—as she wished—and he wanted to savor her, as he was currently doing. His kitten was right, the savoring was torture, but it was sweet, fulfilling torture. Besides, he didn’t think she had been with a man for a very long time, and he was very large. He needed to prepare her properly, not rip her to shreds with his cock on their first night together.

When his tongue touched her pussy, he swore he saw stars. She tasted musky and spicy and her lavender scent was stronger here. He’d never tasted anything finer or sweeter in his long life. He could eat her for days on end. The hunger to drive her to orgasm so he could lick every single drop of her come fueled him to devour her in earnest now.

He plunged his tongue into her pussy, mimicking what he would do to her shortly with his cock. He licked his way up to her clit, circling it for the first time since he’d gone down on her. She cried out and he looked up, their eyes locking. He circled her clit slowly with his tongue as he eased two fingers into her weeping passage.

“Jesus, kitten, you’re so fucking tight.”

He had a lot of work to do before she could take him. She’d closed her eyes and he commanded her to open them again, which she did. His kitten was very obedient, which made his cock throb with the need to be inside her. He eased out, now thrusting in three fingers, pumping in and out, all the while softly circling her clit with his tongue. He applied more pressure, flicking his tip back and forth. Her hips tried moving in time with his tongue, but he held them firm. She would learn he was in control in the bedroom.

Her breaths indicated she was close to exploding. “Come for me, kitten,” he commanded right before he sucked her clit hard. His name never sounded so sweet as it did falling from her lips while she shattered on his lips, in his mouth. He licked and sucked, savoring the taste of his efforts. Her head thrashed against the pillows he had her piled on.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside her. He climbed off the bed, divesting himself quickly of his clothes. Analise had opened her eyes and was now watching him disrobe with fascination, eyes wide.

Not many vampires had as many tats as he did. It was an obsession for a while after his torment. Relieve pain with pain. But then he turned his depravity to the bedroom instead and it was a more cathartic release anyway. While he found he definitely wanted to do kinky things with Analise, the drive to release his demons in debauched ways was strangely absent with her.

“I want to touch you,” she murmured. “Please untie me.”

“Not a chance. I’m barely hanging on here, Analise, and if you start touching me, I
will
lose control. And neither of us wants that. I’ll let you touch me, I promise. Just…not right now.” He wouldn’t let her touch him. He couldn’t. How long could he come up with excuses to avoid that? Her disappointment gutted him, but he just couldn’t do it, even with her.

“Let me love you, kitten. I want to so fucking bad.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he was back between her legs, driving her up again. The need to sink his fangs into her fleshy mound was too overpowering to resist this time and he struck fast. She screamed, her orgasm riding her hard while she bucked and thrashed beneath him. She called his name over and over again, the sound music to his ears. This right here…between her legs, her blood pooling in his mouth, was pure nirvana. He took three quick pulls before closing the wounds, only barely sating his insatiable desire to have her lifeblood running through his veins.

Rising to his knees, he grabbed under her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.” She obeyed, eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction. His chest puffed that he was able to bring her to that state, though they were far from done. “Look at me. Don’t look away.”

He guided the tip of his cock into her sheath, groaning at the tightness he already felt. Their eyes held as he slipped in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, tension coiling every muscle in his body from holding back the urge to simply slam home. After several minutes, he was finally buried balls deep in the tightest pussy he’d ever felt. She was like a second skin. He was wrong before. This…this was pure nirvana.

“Fuuuuuuck, you feel so good,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

Gazing down at their joined bodies laid out on
his
bed, her hands tied to
his
headboard, pure satisfaction on her face, he’d never felt more fulfilled, never more content. Never more right.

He started pumping into her furiously, leaning down to swallow her moans of ecstasy with his mouth. She broke the kiss; trailing wet kisses down his neck, over his broad shoulder, baring her creamy neck to him. He latched on, sucking and nibbling, murmuring, “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“God no. It feels too good. Please don’t stop. Never stop,” she panted.

Her skin was flushed and her blood sang to him, calling his name, begging to be taken by its mate. For the second time, he struck, relishing in her sweet, honeyed, life-giving taste. He was fucking in love with this woman who was perfect for him in every single way.

Her taste.

Her touch.

Her smell

Her light.

Her heart.

He thrust in earnest, chasing his own pleasure. Feeling her tight pussy clench around his shaft, he knew she was on the verge of another orgasm. But he wanted to go over the edge of bliss together.

“Damian, please don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she wailed.

“Yes, Analise. Come apart for me, baby.” Her pussy tightened like a fist around his cock and two furious thrusts later he fell over the cliff with her, ejaculating harder than he ever had before. Divine pleasure infused every cell in his body and they cried each other’s names in unison. Several long moments later, his hips slowed. He showered her face with kisses, as she lay limp beneath him, a goofy smile on her face.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked. If her screams and moans of ecstasy were any indication, yes, but he still wanted to her hear her say it. Males like validation…
all
males.

She nodded. “More than,” she choked out. He drew back to look at her, sensing something was wrong. Her watery eyes scared him.

“Analise, what is it? Did I hurt you?” Oh Christ, he’d never forgive himself if he went too fast. He knew he should have taken more time to get her ready.

She shook her head, a few tears leaking out in the process. “No. You didn’t hurt me. It was incredible. I never knew it could be like that. I’ve just never been so…happy.” She paused. “Or felt so cared for.” Her voice broke on a sob.

He held her face between his hands. “Oh, Analise. This is how it will always be between us, except it will only get better and better, especially once we bond.” He withdrew his still stiff cock, quickly freed her and rolled onto his back, pulling her tightly into his side. They fit together like a puzzle that was missing its pieces.

He wanted to hold her in his arms all night, making love to her between bouts of sleep she would need, but he needed to get to Grina. He was actually looking forward to taking Analise to see his pet project.

Since she had none here, earlier he had asked Katrina to purchase some clothes for Analise and bring them to the penthouse.

“Why don’t you sleep a bit, kitten, before we shower. I need to go to one of my clubs tonight and you’re coming with me.” She rose on an elbow, looking down at him. Her tears had dried and now she just looked like a very sated woman.

“I don’t have anything to wear. You flashed me here without anything but the clothes on my back, remember?” Did he sense a little hostility?

“I’m taking care of that. You’ll have fresh clothes here within the hour and something very appropriate to wear to Grina, I assure you.” Katrina was Devlin’s mate, a member of his security team. She had very good taste and he was confident she’d deliver something worthy of his mate.

“I don’t want some guy picking out my panties, thank you very much.”

“Neither do I, kitten. That’s why I’m having a woman do it.” A flash of jealousy scrunched her pixie nose. She was as easy to read as a book. “She’s bonded, Analise. She’s not a former lover.”

He sat against the headboard, pulling her to straddle his lap. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this before you believe it, but you are the only woman for me, kitten. Because of my longevity, I can’t change the fact that other women came before you, but I can promise you…
none
of them meant a fucking thing to me.” He grabbed her neck, pulling them nose-to-nose. “You are the only woman to ever have my heart, my soul and my every breath. Do you understand?”

She closed her eyes and he felt her relief. His Analise would need regular reassurance of her worth, of his love. Fuck it, he was going to tell her.

“I do love you, Analise. I know you may think it’s too early, but it’s not. Nothing has ever felt so right or perfect. You are my life now. And I am completely and irreversibly in love with you and I want you to know it. That has everything to do with the woman you are and nothing to do with the fact that we are fated. “

She nodded but didn’t reply. Although it stung more than he would admit, he felt her love. She was just too scared to admit it out loud. Saying it made it real. He’d waited such a very long time for her that he was more than ready to jump into this headfirst. His main objective now was to make her feel safe and loved. He wanted to throw her down and bond with her right this minute, but he would wait until she was ready.

“So, I’ve been thinking about some questions.”

Good, that was a good sign. “Shoot.”

“Okay. What’s entailed with this bonding thing, exactly?” He wasn’t sure what she was going to ask, but that wasn’t it. His still hard dick swelled even more and she was sitting squarely on it. Her eyes widened as she looked down between them.

“Sorry, kitten, involuntary reaction to your question. Thinking of bonding with you gets me hard. Can’t be helped.” A shy smile lit up her face like a thousand suns. “So…this bonding thing. As I said before, a vampire bonding is far more serious than a human marriage. There is no divorce between vampire mates. Most vampires are male and there is only one human female mate for us. Once we complete the bonding ritual, we will be bound together forever. You will wear my family crest mark on your left thumb, as will I. Then all vampires will know you are permanently bonded and because I’m a lord, they will all know to whom.”

“Okay, but what is the bonding ritual, exactly? I mean, what do we do?”

“Ummmm…” He grabbed her hips, pulling her more firmly against his stiff erection. One thrust and he’d be buried inside her again, but he used every ounce of restraint to hold back. His eyes glowed with fierce desire. “The bonding ritual is pretty simple, kitten. We make mad, passionate love until we see fucking fireworks and then we exchange blood. I take yours and you take mine.” He remembered Dev saying something about bloodlust with Kate, so he was cognizant he’d need to be careful. He didn’t have a place to restrain a blood-crazed vampire in his penthouse.