Her Dark Heart (3 page)

The very last thing Trevor expected to be doing when he woke up this morning was kissing a gorgeous eight-hundred-year-old vampiress. Pulling bullets out of her maybe, but definitely not making out with her.

He'd had vampire girlfriends in the past, there was just something about vampires he was drawn to, but none were as powerful or as seductive as Guinevere. She stood out above them all.

He pressed his hands along her back as he moved his mouth over hers and down over her chin to her neck, teasing her, tasting her. She tasted exotic, an unusual mixture of lemon and spices. Not what he expected considering her Celtic coloring and the lilt in her voice. It was the taste of a woman who was steeped in ancient history and who had traveled many years across the world and back. She seemed to carry the flavor of several cultures on her skin like a perfume.

 

He trailed his tongue along her throat and up to her ear, lightly sucking on her lobe. She moaned against him, her hands making small work of his uniform shirt. She had it off him in seconds and tossed it, still damp, onto the floor.

She ran her hands over his chest and he found he couldn't contain his groan of pleasure at the way she touched him. Soft yet possessive. As if she'd not touched a man in a long time.

“We don't have to have sex, if you don't want to,” she murmured against his mouth. “I could just take blood.”

“No, I definitely want to.”

She laughed and the sound was so sexy it made him hard.

Still peppering kisses to her lips, to her neck, cheek and mouth, he backed her up to the bed. Once the mattress hit the back of her knees, she went down, pulling him with her.

She lay on her back, and Trevor covered her with his body. He hovered over her, his arms braced against the mattress. He didn't want to injure her further. She still needed to heal. Although by the way she yanked him down, he didn't think she was feeling any discomfort or pain.

He kissed her mouth, then moved down to her shoulder, lavishing attention to her collarbone then over to her other shoulder. She gave him a sly look when he ventured lower, trailing his tongue over the swell of her perfect pale breasts.

“It unhooks in the front,” she breathed.

Trevor flicked the clasp open and looked his fill of her. She was flawless in every way. Pale round breasts with rose- tipped nipples beckoned him to feel and to taste. He did both.

He sucked one pebbled nub into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue, pulling and suckling at will. Guinevere bowed her back and wrapped a hand in his hair to urge him on. He didn't disappoint, and bestowed the same attention to her other nipple, applying both tongue and teeth until she was a whimpering writhing pool on the bed.

He moved down her torso, mindful of her bandages, and pressed his lips to her belly, circling her navel with the tip of his tongue. Then he ventured lower still.

Hooking his fingers into the thin band of her panties, he pulled them down the long length of her legs. He tossed the garment to the side and settled himself between her legs. He trailed one finger around her belly then over the light sprinkling of red hair on her mound. Then sliding his hand down, he slipped into her hot silk center and prepared to worship her completely.

Guinevere's breath hitched in her throat, as his fingers brushed over her sensitive flesh again and again. Like a gentle breeze, his hands swept over her, careful not to touch too much too soon. He was teasing her, and it was driving her insane.

The throb at her center intensified, hovering close to the line between pleasure and pain. She needed to feed. The hunger clawed at her, but this pleasure was too much to forgo. She wanted him in any way he was willing to give her.

Her wishes did not go long unfulfilled. Lying down on his stomach between her spread legs, Trevor parted her with his thumbs. She could feel his hot breath on her intimate flesh as he nuzzled his face into her. Lightly at first, he trailed his tongue up and down, swirling the tip as he reached her opening.

Heaving, Guinevere thrashed about on the mattress. The torment of his tongue sent her spiraling under waves of pleasure. Each time he neared the throbbing nerves, she thought she'd die from the agony of near release. She moaned urgently to him.

As if bowing to her wishes, Trevor nudged her flesh with the tip of his tongue. She jerked up in response to the hot lash of pleasure that whipped over her. With one hand, he pressed on her belly, keeping her still while he continued his delicious assault on her flesh. He lapped at her slick core, concentrating on her most sensitive spot, suckling on it between strokes of his tongue.

With ease, he slid two fingers into her. She could feel him pressing against her delicate flesh, as if searching for just the right spot. She prayed he'd find it soon and end her agony.

The heat between her thighs was building, nearing unbearable. Guinevere was close to climaxing. The muscles in her belly and thighs tightened, preparing her for the overwhelming rush of ecstasy. A few more flicks of Trevor's talented tongue, and she'd dive over the edge.

As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out, pushing as deep as he could go, he suckled on her. She could feel his teeth scrape against her sensitive flesh as he sucked on her and she cried out from the delight of it.

With one final lunge of his hand, she orgasmed hard. Clamping her eyes shut against the sudden rush of pleasure, she screamed as he found her spot. He pressed hard just as he clamped down on her wet core with his lips.

She came in a hot blinding rush. She couldn't get her breath. Thrashing about, she grabbed onto Trevor's head, pulling on his hair, but he remained affixed to her. He continued to lick and suckle her, prolonging her orgasm.

Another powerful jolt of ecstasy zinged over her. Again, her body tightened and writhed on the bed. Sizzling hot flicks of pleasure assaulted her body one right after another, until she could not think beyond the sensations deep inside her body.

And that was when her hunger broke free from its bonds and forced her to act.

She bolted up, and grabbing Trevor she spun him around to the side of the bed, so that he was sitting up near the edge and she was pressed intimately into his back. She wrapped her arms around his chest, and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled so damn good she could barely contain herself.

She could feel the quivers in his body and smell the excitement and the fear rushing through his veins. Both scents drove her forward. She liked that he wanted it.

“Have you ever been bitten before?” she whispered into his ear.

He shook his head. “I've never been tempted before now.”

“Once I bite you, you'll crave it afterwards. You'll crave me. Can you live with that?”

He nodded.

Guinevere kissed the side of his neck. She laved her tongue over his skin, sucking and nipping playfully. He moaned loudly when she scraped the tips of her fangs over his vein. It wouldn't take much to puncture his skin. But she knew how to make it easy, how to make it hot.

A vampire could make the bite hurt or make it feel so damn good, like a drug rush going straight to all the erogenous zones. She could make Trevor so hard with her bite that he'd scream in both pleasure and agony.

Tilting his head to the side, she settled her mouth over his flesh. With her other hand she reached down and found the hot hard length of him still imprisoned in his pants. She cupped him, feeling him grow ever harder in her palm. He was ready.

Baring her fangs, she lifted up then sank them into Trevor's neck. She moaned as an explosion of flavor erupted in her mouth as his sweet blood rushed in. She swallowed a mouthful, mindful to not take too much this first time.

A surge of hot searing pleasure pierced her body and she nearly gasped from the shock of it. She'd never experienced pure euphoria before drinking blood.

So, she closed her eyes and reveled in it.

Trevor bowed his back as a fusion of pain and pleasure shot through his body. The second Guinevere's fangs pierced his skin he knew he was in for an experience beyond anything he'd ever felt.

Every suck on his neck drew a line right down to his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pressure between his legs. He'd never been as hard as he was right now. It was almost painful.

He struggled against the sensations coursing through him, but she held him firm with her hands and her mouth. Damn, he knew vampires were strong, but the immensity of her strength jolted him.

As she continued to draw his blood from his neck, she massaged him through his pants with her hand. Barely holding onto his thoughts, he unbuttoned his pants to allow her free access. She took it immediately and her long slim hand blissfully wrapped around his girth.

While her lips and teeth stroked his flesh around his throat, her hand stroked his cock. At first it was long and slow. A languid torturous pace. Then she picked up the momentum and Trevor found he was barely holding on to his sanity.

He didn't want to orgasm like this, he wanted to be inside her when he did. He wanted to bury himself so deep that he wouldn't be able to tell where he ended and she started. The urge was so intense it made his teeth ache and his bones throb.

He grabbed her hand to still her. “Stop,” he panted, hardly able to form coherent words. “Not like this.”

She paused, then he heard the sound of her mouth coming off his flesh. The sound was audible, like a suction cup coming off tile. “What's wrong?” She was as breathless as he.

He could feel twin rivulets of warm blood coursing down his chest and his back.

“I want to be inside you when I come.”

Without a word, she stepped off the bed, helped him off with his pants, and with him still sitting, she straddled his lap. She reached down between them, gripped him firmly in her hand and slowly lowered herself until she was fully seated.

Trevor bit down on his lip, breaking skin as she settled smoothly on him. She felt so damn good he could barely function. He slid his hands down her back to grip her firm rear end. Holding her tight, he helped her move up and down, searching for that perfect rhythm that would drive them both mad.

As Guinevere rode him, she found his mouth with hers. They kissed as if both desperate for air, as if the only oxygen available was within each other. She nipped and tugged at his lips. He was completely aware that she licked at the blood on his mouth from his bitten lip. He liked that. That she consumed all of him.

He was at her mercy. She could do what she wanted to him and he'd welcome it.

They kissed again. He lifted his hips to meet her as he pulled her down. The movement caused him to bury himself deep inside her. He grunted against her lips from the effort and from the intensity that was building inside him. He wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer.

 

Guinevere wrapped her arms around Trevor's neck as she rocked on him. She buried her face in his neck, licking at the bite marks to close them up. The blood was slowing because of her saliva which had coagulating qualities to it. She'd taken enough from him. Although she could've feasted on him all night. His blood tasted like ambrosia. She'd never sampled something so delectable before.

But now his blood was racing through her. She could feel it mingling with her own. It contained power, that was certain. Like electricity, it sizzled along her veins making all her muscles and flesh quiver deliciously.

Although she'd told him that he would crave her bite from this day forward, what she wouldn't tell him, what she would never admit, was that she knew she would crave him as well. This male witch was addicting to be sure. And it wasn't just his blood she desired, but all of him as well.

She dug her nails into his back as he drove her up. He was stronger than he looked. His arms and chest were roped with muscle so when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her, it was nice and tight and secure. She felt safe pressed against him.

No other man before him had ever made her feel like she wanted or needed to be protected. She'd been on top for so long, the one in charge, the boss, that she'd long forgotten what it was like to feel safeguarded from all harm in a man's arms.

It was that thought that she clung to as she closed her eyes and came in a maddening hot rush. Trevor squeezed her tighter and with a loud moan he came just as hard.

They held each other for another few minutes as they gathered their senses and learned how to breathe properly again. Guinevere opened her eyes and looked down into his face.

He smiled at her, sweat slicking his forehead and top lip. His hair was wet and she ran her fingers through it playfully. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his. She kissed him gently, but then he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and deepened the kiss until they both lost their breath once more.

When they broke apart, Guinevere slowly unhooked her leg from around his waist and rolled onto the mattress onto her back. He turned and lay on his side next to her. He played his fingers along her rib cage.

“You're almost healed.”

She half smiled, still feeling lazy and sex-drugged. “That is your amazing blood at work.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to just below her bandage. “You're amazing.”

Guinevere glanced at the curtained window. She could feel dawn nearing. She turned and looked Trevor deep in the eyes, feeling vulnerable again. “Will you hold me until I sleep?”

He nodded, then snuggled up along her side. Smiling, Guinevere rolled onto her good side, and grabbing his hand, pulled his arm over her. He nestled into her back and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“You're most welcome.”

She closed her eyes, and let her body relax. It was easy to do with Trevor so close, holding her, stroking a hand up and down her hip. She hadn't felt this contented in more years than she could remember. Maybe never since becoming a vampire. And that was a long time ago.

She knew it was a lot to ask, but she hoped that he was still there, snuggled with her when she woke again. She'd like to continue their, whatever it seemed to be, liaison further if he wanted to. And for the first time she was afraid that he would say no and she'd be alone again.