Bliss (The Custos) (14 page)

              He hissed and flashed me his fangs. "Careful human, I bite."

              I knew what he was struggling with and I wanted him to know I wasn’t afraid. Carefully I reached for him again, never letting my eyes leave his. "I know what you are Cash, and I don’t care." I reached for his neck to pull him on top of me, but he wouldn’t budge and I knew I couldn’t make him, it was as pointless as pushing a cement truck up hill. Not. Gonna. Budge. So I would make him.

              "What would happen if you bit me, is it bloodlust, would you kill me? Or would you take your fill and regain control?" The look on his face was shock and I smiled because even as I said the words I knew the answer, he would not kill me.

              "Jesus Princess, I’m not gonna feed from you?" He said, but the words sounded painful and I knew then that was what he was struggling with.

              "Even if I wanted you to?" I did, I wanted him to be with me and feel what I felt, how he made me feel. We were both outcasts, we had nobody and he made me feel worthy and I desperately needed him to know that I was ok with what he was, as he was ok with what I was.

              "You don’t know what you’re saying, what you’re tempting me with. This isn’t like your little dance earlier, this affects me so much deeper and you would resent me for it."

              I shook my head no. "Read my mind, I’m open and not blocking you, read me and see that I want this as much as you do."

              He looked at me as if he was waging a war in his head, to bite or not bite and I wished he would hurry and decide. "Last chance Princess because I can’t hold back."

              I stroked my neck and tilted my head to the side. "I’m not afraid of you Cash."

              He palmed my knees and opened my legs before laying over me. "You don’t know how badly I've wanted this from you, the last four days have been like four hundred years I've wanted you so bad." Jesus I came apart when he said things like that to me, I needed scotch guard from Cash or it would kill me when he was free of me.

              I reached for his cock and guided him towards me but stopped when he met my entrance. "I’m scared more of this than of you drinking from me. Promise me that....." I couldn’t say the words because I didn’t know. Promise to go slow, promise to come back in a few days, promise me I won’t love you. But I stayed silent fearing if I continued I would say all of those things.

              He reached between our bodies and slipped two fingers inside of me and stroked me till I entered that lustful place he was so good at taking me to. "Look at me Princess." He said and I felt the head of him enter me. It burned but he stroked my clit and kept our eyes locked. "You’re tight, but I'll go slow and gentle and make sure you come first." I moaned as he smiled and pressed inside of me further, stretching me I gripped his shoulder and dug my nails in.

              He hissed again, making me moan but he didn’t go further, he just stroked me harder and faster."More?" He asked and I nodded and he pressed all the way inside of me. "Oh God....are you ok?" Looking at him I saw fear, of hurting me and it was controlling him.

              "Very ok." I said and raised my hips to take him further. "More please." He pulled back slowly and then pressed back inside and I moaned at the feel of him inside me. I could feel every hard inch of his cock, his back, and his arms. He had filled me to the point of pain, but I welcomed it. After a few more strokes inside me he pulled out of me. "No..." I said but he pressed the head of his cock against my clit erupting shockwaves inside of me. He did that a few times before coming back inside me with less fear.

              Now we were going, he was deep and I was wet and everything felt so good. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him, my tongue searching for his. I felt his fangs and moaned as they scratched against my tongue. "I think you like my fangs Princess." He said against my lips. I brought my hand up and stroked one with my fingers and made him moan my name. "
Oh
....Princess...."

              The intensity of him inside me grew and I was a ravage beast. I clawed at his back every time he pulled out to stroke my clit with the head of him. Driving back inside me I gasped "Oh God." And bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, I bit so hard I drew blood.

              He hissed again and licked my blood away then kissed me deep and hard. His hips rocked into me, his cock so deep I didn’t want him to stop. I was so close to orgasm, I could feel my muscles tighten in need. He reached between our bodies and found my clit. "Come again, come on my cock."

              His words sent me reeling over the edge and I cried out, but he captured my mouth again, his cock kept driving me on, harder and faster and deeper. Not sure if I came once and it dragged on or if it kept happening but I was nowhere near done. Neither was Cash. He rolled to his back and leaned against the front passenger seat, bringing me with him our bodies never parting in the second it took him to move us.

              "Fuck me Princess; I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock."

              "Fu-huck" I said and came again, but still he didn’t relent.

              "More, I want more of you." He gripped my hips and guided me over his cock, showed me how he liked to be ridden, and oh yeah, he got good and ridden.

              I lost track of how many times I came, it was ridiculous and it had to be a thing with the super natural because no human man could last that long or be as creative. But Cash, he had a lifetime to fuck me and he loved pussy and made sure I knew it was mine he wanted. His hand slid up my neck, while the other stayed at my hip. He stroked his thumb over my carotid and I came again knowing what he wanted.

              "Fuck I want to strike your vein, but then you do that and my mind is back on your pussy."

              This time my limbs went lax and I fell against his chest, my hips now rocked by Cash's sheer will. "That’s it Princess, relax and let me feel you."

              Suddenly the mood changed, what was a hot and sexy fuck fest full of sinful words courtesy of my Vampire, had now become slow and sensual. His hand on my hip, he still guided my pussy to his cock as if it were no more effort than lifting a pillow, his other hand at my back he stroked his fingers up and down my spine. I wondered when I had lost my shirt but couldn’t remember. My mind was focused on the feel of him inside me, the way he used my body against his. "Let me kiss you...." He said and brought his lips to mine, but even then he was slow and gentle as he sucked and nibbled my tongue and lips.

              He bent his knees and shifted me against them. "Lean back and let me look at you." I did as he asked and basked in his touch as he fondled my clit some more, not because he wanted me to come but simply because he wanted to touch me. Next my breasts, he sucked and bit my nipples hard and soft but never breaking the moment. "I love your tits, the way they bounce and sway when I thrust my cock in you." He leaned forward again sucking one distended nipple between his lips and releasing it with a pop. "They are so red and hard from my kisses, and beautiful, shaped like tear drops." Taking my hand in his he pulled me back against his chest and held my hand. His free hand moved the hair from my shoulder and I leaned my neck to the side knowing what he wanted.

              His thumb stroked back and forth over my carotid, it was devious the way he did it, like he was warming it up. Leaning forward he pressed kisses along my now throbbing vein and I waited for the strike, wanted it. I felt my heart pick up on what was taking place and so did Cash. "I have you...." he said and then struck.

*

Chapte
r
Eleven

London

              How to describe Cash biting me? It was as erotic as he said but it was so much deeper. With every pull his mouth took my entire body tightened in need, I wanted him to take it all and live off of me and my life. The feeling of him inside me still thrusting while he took my blood....it was....intense. He was so quiet and controlled, his hand still at my back still stroking, then I was the one riding him again, offering everything I had to him. When I came this time it was bone deep, no, even deeper. It came from my soul, from the very depth of me and I wanted to stay in that moment forever.

              He closed my wounds and rolled me to my back taking over. "Was it enough?" I asked.

              "It was more than enough Princess....." He wanted to say more but he didn’t, he just made love to me. Completely. He covered me in him; nothing could hurt me or touch me in his presence. So slow he loved me so slow and I let him, completely lost in a compulsion to get closer, as close as I could.

              "I wish like hell I had you in my bed right now." He said and kissed me before I could ask why. He elaborated and picked up the pace. "I would stay in you all night, doing this. I would tap every vein and taste every inch of you. I would curl you into my side and forget the world." He looked at me then his jaw tight I knew he was close. "I would reach for you all night, and do it all over again." He placed a hand on my cheek and stroked across my mouth with his thumb. "I’m in so deep with you, I’m unfolding.

              I smiled because I knew what he meant, I felt it to. I was inside out around him, laid bare to the bone and every instinct said
don’t do this London,
but I had no choice to ignore it.

              He came and kissed me deep as his body went stiff, pumping once twice before finally stilling. He lay over me kissing my neck where he had bit me and nuzzling it, proud that he had marked me. How fucked up was it that I was turned on my that?

              I wanted to tell him that whatever happens Next that I was glad we did this but I didn’t get the chance. As if on cue he jumped and dressed in a flash, tossing my clothes at me. Hurt even though I hated myself for it I looked at him completely lost in what we had just down, how intense it was and now he was itching to get me dressed.

              "Don’t look at me like that." He said and squatted before me kissing my cheek. "I know what we did here, I felt the intensity. I’m trying to move your ass because Preacher is coming, and fast."

              That did it; I was dressing wishing that I could be as fast as Cash. Finally I was dressed and zipping my boots when Cash handed me my beer. "Take this you'll need it."

              I took the beer and figured why not and took a drink. Cash pulled his jacket from the front seat and I saw the 9mm in the clip on his belt. He didn’t take the gun off, oh god he fucked me with a gun strapped to his hip. In the pocket of his jacket he had a flask of his whiskey, twisting the cap off he took a few swallows and then put it back before reaching in for a bottle of water. His jacket was like Mary Poppin's bag. Why did he need the whiskey though?

              "Are you in danger of bloodlust?" I asked wondering if he didn’t take enough blood from me out of fear. I felt fine and I wondered if that was normal.

              He stepped out of the van and stretched. He reached for me as I hopped down from the back, and pulled me into his arms. He kissed the top of my head tucking me in tight below his chin. I had to admit I loved being smaller than him, I felt petite and safe and special. Rubbing my arms he said "You’re cold." He opened the doors again and grabbed his jacket. Handing it to me I asked again. "Answer me Cash are you in danger of Bloodlust?"

              "No, why?"

              "Why are you drinking the whiskey?" He was acting strange, not about me or what we did but I don’t know, it was like his skin was crawling. "What's going on?"

              "Your blood was powerful Princess so stop worrying."

              "Then why are you acting weird?" And then I knew what it was. "My god...." I stopped unable to say anything else; all I could do was stare at him. I wanted to laugh but it would have been rude and well....it was obvious. "Did I not get you off?"

              There it was, I hit it on the head, pun totally intended. He was still hard, I felt him come, literally but it was plain as day, he was throwing wood. "Did I?"

              "Yes I got off Princess you’re a goddess in bed but I'll never get enough. Satisfied?" He sounded annoyed and scanned the area; I knew Preacher must be close.