Authors: Felicity Heaton
He lay and watched her as she lowered her mouth to his erection and ran her tongue up the length of it. She swirled it around the blunt head, moaning so low that his cock jumped eagerly. She smiled and licked him again, torturing him this time with the bare tip of her tongue. It wasn’t enough. He lifted his hips and she pressed them down, pinning them to the bed. He groaned, thrilled by the feel of her restraining him, controlling him.
She sat back, reached around her, and unzipped her dress.
Javier swallowed and stared, hungry for his first glimpse of her bare body. She teased him, slowly removing her dress, making sure she kept as much of her hidden from him as possible by keeping the dress in front of her. He growled again and her heart remained steady this time, no trace of fear entering her blood. She was growing used to him. Did she trust the darker side of him now? He would never hurt her. He might snarl and growl and snap but it was only because she drove him wild and made him burn for her with a need that consumed him.
He bit his lip and clenched his fists when she finally lowered the dress, revealing the curve of her breasts at first and then the lacy trim on the cups of her black bra. Another growl escaped him as the rest of her bra came into view and then the flat plane of her stomach and finally she moved the dress aside, tossing it onto the floor and leaving herself on display. He wanted her bra gone too, and her panties. He wanted to tear them off her with his fangs and devour her nipples and plunge his tongue into her core to taste her.
“Come to me,” he whispered, aching to taste her on his tongue.
She shook her head and smiled.
Vixen.
She reached around behind her, undid her bra, and drew it down her arms. The first peek of her dusky pink nipples over the cups of her bra did him in. His cock throbbed and he bucked his hips, desperate for her to touch him. She did. She let her bra fall onto the bed, leaned over him, and ran her breasts over his hard length. He groaned, rolled his eyes closed and tipped his head into the pillow. It was too much. He tugged, tempted to break the restraints, torn between remaining at her mercy and seizing control.
Lilah placed his cock between her breasts and held them, squeezing him between them and moving up and down. The box flashed across his closed eyes, the thrill of easing into her for the first time while she watched the performance returning full force and carrying him away. He had never done anything so erotic and so wicked. Slowly entering her as the man on stage had penetrated the woman, feeling Lilah shiver and tense around him, her warm wetness enveloping him, had brought him dangerously close to coming. He’d had to stop and wait until the hunger had receded before continuing, and even then it had been difficult to hold off his climax until Lilah had found hers.
He wanted to come inside her this time. Needed to claim her fully.
Javier opened his eyes to find she had moved up him while he had been reliving their first time together. She leaned over him, her hands on the top of the headboard and her breasts dangling above him. He craned his neck and captured her left nipple between his lips, and sucked it into his mouth. Her breathy moan tore a groan from him and he closed his eyes and suckled, rolling the hard bead between his teeth and fighting the temptation to nick it with his fangs and truly taste her.
She lifted away from him and he reached for her, craning his neck as much as possible and desperately trying to capture her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He managed to flick it and she moaned so sweetly that he tried harder, ignoring how the bonds cut into his wrists and the splintered wood of his headboard stabbed into the back of his hands. She lowered enough that he could sweep his tongue over her nipple again and then enough that he could suck it back into his mouth, harder this time. He wanted her wild with need, as hungry as he felt inside. He tipped his head to one side and looked down at her black knickers.
He needed to taste her.
“Come to me,” he whispered and flicked her pert nipple with his tongue, hoping to tease her into doing as he asked this time. “I want to taste you on my tongue.”
She blushed but didn’t do as he said. She had reacted as sweetly when he had asked whether she enjoyed watching the couples fucking. Did she like to hear him speak so obscenely to her and be blunt about things?
“Let me fuck you with my tongue,” he said in a rough commanding tone and she bit her lip and moaned, her blush deepening.
It worked.
She slipped out of her panties, revealing the soft neat thatch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. The scent of her drove him deeper into his hunger and his mouth watered, eager for the taste of her on his lips. He wanted to drink from her, to taste the nectar of her desire and know it flowed because of him. She wanted this as much as he did.
“Come to me, Lilah,” he growled. “I must have you.”
She nodded and then looked uncertain.
With his hands tied above his head, it would be difficult to get to her, but asking her to undo the makeshift cuffs wasn’t going to get him anywhere. She would refuse and he didn’t want her to take them off him anyway. He wanted her to pleasure herself on him, to be the one in control, and he wanted to hear her say what she was going to do to him.
“What do you want to do?” he whispered and her expression turned hesitant again. “Tell me, Lilah. I want to hear it. Don’t be afraid. Do you know what I want to do to you?”
She shook her head, causing strands of her chestnut hair to fall out of her bun and brush her cheek. She hooked them behind her ears.
“I want to lick you until you scream my name, and then I want to bend you over and thrust my hard cock into you and make you scream again. I want to feel you come on me and know it was because of me... because you want me too.” Javier was surprised he had managed to get everything out without stuttering or stumbling along the way. He had never been one for dirty talk but Lilah’s reactions to it made him want to try it for the first time, intoxicated him and lured him into putting voice to his wicked thoughts so he could get another fix of her blush and the hunger that flashed in her eyes whenever she heard how much he desired her. “What do you want to do to me?”
She swallowed, mumbled something he didn’t catch, and then bit her lip.
“Tell me, Lilah. Tell me what you want to do with me now you have me at your mercy.”
Her gaze rose, locked on his, and she didn’t hesitate this time. “I want to sit on your face and suck your cock until you can’t take any more and then I want to... fuck you... until you come in me. I want you to come in me this time.”
Devil, that was the most erotic thing anyone had ever said to him. His cock pulsed at the thought, hard and aching, telling him to make her skip the sucking and licking bit and jump right to the fucking. Not fucking. She could use that word and so could he, but this was beyond such a base sounding act. No matter how they did it, it would be making love to him, joining them as one body, seeking pleasure in their desire and feelings for each other.
“Come to me then and let me taste your desire.”
L
ilah wasn’t getting used to hearing Javier speak to her like that. Whenever he husked such dirty things, detailing what he wanted to do to her and telling her what to do, she blushed beetroot red and wasn’t sure how to respond. Saying what she had wanted to do to him empowered her though. His reaction had been delicious, his hard cock leaping for her attention and his pupils swamping the colour in his irises and turning his gaze dark and hungry. He liked to hear it and she thought he liked to hear that he was at her mercy too. The more things she said to him and him to her, the more comfortable and confident she felt.
She ran her hand over his erection, still amazed that she had made him come by merely biting him, and what she had said to him afterwards. Did she want to be a vampire? If Javier wanted to make her into one, would she consent to it so she could be with him forever? The thought of it was strangely appealing, exciting, and her heart was willing to take the leap and trust that the forever he had spoken of was something he truly wanted with her.
“Lilah, you torture me,” he whispered, hoarse and rough, Spanish accented voice thick with desire. Her eyes widened when she realised she had taken to stroking his cock, her fingers curled around it, and he was thrusting through the ring of them. “Come to me.”
She nodded and he groaned and didn’t stop as she moved into position on him, seating herself above his face with her mouth near his hungry cock. She teased him first, holding his shaft and licking the crown, running her tongue over it and tasting the salty tang of his seed. He moaned, his cool breath tickling her pussy, luring her into wanting to lower herself onto his face and giving him the taste of her that he desired.
“Please, Lilah,” he said and the moment she dropped her hips closer to him, his tongue delved into her plush petals and found her clit.
Lilah groaned loudly and then stifled herself by wrapping her mouth around his cock and sucking it. The more she sucked and licked him, shifting her hand up and down his hard length, the more pleasure he gave her. He moaned into her, swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit and then licking upwards. She breathed hard against his cock as he thrust it into her mouth and thrust his tongue into her slick core at the same time. His groan was nothing short of profane and erotic, full of deep satisfaction that echoed within her. She sucked him harder, eager for the taste of him again, desperate to make him continue alternating between plunging his stiff tongue into her wet sheath and suckling her clit.
He lowered his mouth and swirled his tongue around her aroused nub and it was too much for her. She shifted her hips up, out of his reach, and breathed hard against him, struggling to hold back. She didn’t want to climax. Not yet.
She crawled away from him and he growled again, the threatening sound of it sending a chill chasing over her skin and down her spine. She was coming to like it when he growled at her, marking the difference between them in such a primal way. He was a vampire. A powerful predator.
And she had him at her mercy.
Lilah paused and looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the need and desire in his eyes, the fierce hunger for her in the red tinge to his irises, and the hope buried beneath the surface, locked deep in his heart. He felt something for her, and she felt something for him, and that meant that there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. She didn’t care if vampire society said what was happening between them was forbidden. She would fight them all so she could be with him.
She would fight for the man that she loved.
The hunger in his eyes softened, curiosity surfacing in them as he searched hers, as though he had seen the feelings she held in her heart.
Lilah turned to face him, straddling his hips, and stared into his eyes, letting him see that this meant something and that she would fight for it. She wouldn’t let him suffer the consequences of their actions alone. She would stand by his side and tell the world that her master had no control over her and that she loved Javier with all of her heart, and she didn’t care if that was wrong, because it felt right to her.
She reached behind her, gripped his cock, and held it poised at her entrance.
“Javier?” she whispered and the words fled her lips and her courage fell away.
He tugged at his restraints. She gasped when he snapped them, grabbed her upper arms and pulled her down to him. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back, his mouth fusing with hers, tongue plundering with fierce thrusts and sweeps. She groaned, buried her fingers into the longer lengths of his sandy brown hair and wrapped her legs around him as he plunged his cock hard into her.
His answering moan was low and deep, full of feral hunger that turned it into a snarl.
“Tell me what you were thinking,” he uttered against her throat, kissing it and nibbling as he withdrew and thrust back into her, burying his body deep within hers, joining them as one. He caught one of her legs, getting his arm under her knee and holding it up. She groaned, unable to find her voice when he was driving her out of her head, his pelvis slamming against her clit with each deep plunge of his cock into her wet core. “Tell me, Lilah. Tell me I am not alone in this. Give me the strength to fight.”
God. She wanted to. She wanted to cling to the hope that everything would turn out all right in the end just as he had said it would but she couldn’t fool herself. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned as he moved slower and deeper, long thrusts of his cock that threatened to have her climaxing before she managed to put voice to her feelings and give him the reassurance he craved. The thought that so strong a man needed her with such ferocity, that she could give him the strength that he sought with only a few honest words when he was so powerful in her eyes, awed and empowered her. It made her strong too.
“You’re not alone, Javier,” she whispered and his name came out as a long moan as he pumped her, thrusting his long cock into her, completing her in a way she had never felt before. She felt so connected to him, so strong but so weak at the same time. Her happiness, her pleasure, her future, all of it was in his hands and it scared her. They had given up their fight against their feelings but rather than giving them the joy it should have it had given them pain and fear. He kissed her throat, whispered low Spanish words against it, words that sounded so romantic and so full of love that they brought tears to her eyes. “I’m right here with you.”
He growled and held her tighter, his fingertips digging into her thigh and her shoulder, his hips pumping harder and faster. Each deep plunge of his cock pushed her closer to the edge. Each brush of his pelvis against her aroused nub sent shivers chasing up her thighs and tore a moan from her throat. She leaned her head back and to one side, sensing his intent, inviting him in and wanting him to go through with it this time. She wasn’t afraid of the consequences.
“Forgive me... I cannot help... I must.” He snarled, withdrew sharply and then thrust his cock hard into her as he buried his fangs deep into her throat.