KissBeforeDying (2 page)

Chapter Two

The button on Sebastian’s slacks gave me trouble. He
remedied that by reaching down with one hand and undoing it himself. Heart
pounding and hands beginning to shake, I slowly pulled the zipper down. I’d
never seen Sebastian naked, nor had I seen a naked man. Although I had pored
over the books in his collection for guidance—including the ever-valuable sex
manual the
Ananga Ranga
—I was excited but nervous.

When I pushed his slacks down his thighs his cock sprang
forth—solid, long, thick and hard. The pink flesh was engorged, blue-hued veins
prominent beneath the surface of the slicked skin. The length strained forward,
a temptation and promise.

I brought my hands around that impressive part of him,
caressing him in the manner that the books described as pleasurable. The
rounded, plumlike head was swollen and large, much broader than the root. As I
worked his length a bead appeared at the tip, like a crystalline diamond at the
thin slit. I stared at the shimmering drop, mesmerized, longing to taste him.

“You may,” he groaned and shifted his hips, fisting the base
of his shaft along with the heavy sac beneath in his hand.

I took the cool bead from the bulbous head with the tip of
my tongue and brought it into my mouth. It was a slightly salty taste, bitter
but not entirely unpleasant. I savored the gift, finally knowing more than the
delicious flavor of his blood. Intrigued, wanting to explore him further, I
moved in for a second lick. Every part of Sebastian was magnificent. This was
certainly no different.

His hand shifted from his shaft to my hair. His fingers
twined at the base of the fake strands and tugged. “No more teasing. Adore my
cock as you should. Show me how much you want me.”

Widening my mouth and parting my lips, I brought my tongue
out to cradle the meaty head. The rounded tip held my attention and I made sure
to suck firmly and work my hands in harmony with the movements of my lips. Up
and down, hot and wet. I sucked and relaxed my jaw. Within seconds I tasted
more of his saltiness on my tongue, his pre-cum spilling into my mouth.

“More,” he demanded, thrusting. “I don’t like to be teased.”

It was difficult taking his length, even though I wanted to.
As much as I tried to press my mouth down his cock, he was simply too long to
sheathe completely. I sucked harder to compensate, brushing my tongue against
the underside of the crown.

“That’s it,” he groaned, rocking his hips and going deeper
into my throat. “Just like that. Worship my cock with those glorious lips and
that wicked little tongue. Get me hard, Arianna. Get me ready.”

I moaned, wetter and wetter by the second. My pussy
clenched, panties now drenched. His ragged inhalations told me he was enjoying
my attempt to bring him pleasure. His thrusts turned forceful, a glorious
rocking. I pictured him gliding his cock in and out of my sex in exactly the
same way, using long, hard thrusts. He was strong but gentle, insistent but
patient.

“I’m going to come.” His voice was throaty. He sounded
precariously close to losing control. “Your mouth feels so good, so hot and
wet. Suck me, sweet. Suck me hard.”

I moaned again, vocal cords sending vibrations up my throat.
He must have felt them against his cock. He groaned loudly, gliding past my
lips, bringing my head forward as his pelvis bucked against me. As the motions
increased in intensity I sucked harder, wanting to taste him, to know what it
meant to belong to him.

His.
I would finally be his.

“Take it all.” His muscles went tight, hard thighs flexing.
“Suck me dry.”

I wasn’t fully prepared for his climax and nearly choked.
Thick, salty seed poured into my mouth, torrents of semen coating my tongue. I
opened my throat and swallowed, breathing through my nose, steadily drinking
him down. I continued even when he stopped moving, worshiping him in the only
way I could until he tugged my head back.

“Enough,” he ordered, moving away.

Sebastian removed the last of his clothing, shucking out of
his slacks, shoes and socks. He lifted me from my knees, swept me into his arms
and carried me across the short distance to the bed.

He settled me atop the pillows so that I was upright and
started removing my clothing—shoes first then garters. “You’re so beautiful,”
he murmured. “Completely breathtaking.”

“No more than any other, sire.” I gasped, unnerved by his
fingers tickling a path down my thighs. He removed my hose, bringing the thin
material down my legs, taking his time. His fingers played against my skin,
creating a chorus of sensation.

“Even more so,” he said and paused to gaze up at me with his
luminous sapphire eyes. “I wonder why you agreed to share my bed. How could
you? Knowing you’ll never return from it.”

Another part of the façade was pretending to be born into
slavery, and I answered evenly, gazing into his eyes. “My death will enrich the
lives of my family. It’s an honor to serve you.”

He looked away then, tracing circular designs with his
fingers along my calf. “So you’re doing this for your family?”

No. I wasn’t. But I couldn’t tell him that so I nodded.

“I see,” he said and moved up my body, his chest brushing
against mine. He settled his shoulders between my outspread legs, forcing them
to part. His fingers brushed against the outside of my pussy in a lover’s
caress and a new wave of electricity shot through my spine, radiating
throughout me. Wetness soaked the area between my legs, coating my sex with
pure molten fire and need.

“Silky smooth,” he growled, fingering my tender slit. Sex
slaves were always waxed before they entered the bed, and while it had hurt to
have it done the reward of his guttural voice made it all worthwhile.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, arching my back and feeding my aching
core into his palm. He knew precisely what to do, using his fingers to part my
labia, pushing his thumb against my hammering clit.

“So wet, so incredibly hot and liquid. But are you equally
as sweet, Arianna? Do you taste just as good?”

I stopped breathing, grasping his meaning. He refused to
look away, vivid sapphire eyes studying me as his face lowered. His tongue
flicked and tasted me for the first time. I cried out, unable to remain still.
Grinning up at me, he licked again, this time long and deep, parting the lips
of my pussy.

“More than sweet,” he groaned. “You are
delectable
.”

Grasping my hips, he pulled me closer and lowered his eyes.
I couldn’t silence my cries, fisting the red satin sheets as he tongued, licked
and sucked my sex. He rotated between bathing my outer lips and then moved
inward, tonguing me deeply before licking me gently. When I couldn’t take it
anymore—as that pinnacle of release beckoned for the first time in my
twenty-seven years of existence—I begged him mindlessly not to stop.

“Remember, Arianna. I want to hear you cry my name as you
come.” He latched on to the swollen center in front and drew my clitoris into
his mouth.

The entire room disappeared as I did as I was told, screaming,
“Sebastian!”

It was more than an explosion, more than a detonation of the
body. It was letting go of the world around me, floating in a place that
existed but remained unseen. I rode the waves of pleasure and wanted them to
last forever. Ever so slowly my body stopped trembling and the room came into a
blurry focus.

“I want to take the vein here before I claim you,” Sebastian
rested little kisses upon my thigh. “You smell divine.”

Fear almost sent me off the bed. I could mask the scent of
my blood—as well as the taste—but only for a short while. The enchantment I’d
had placed on my mask would only work for minutes after the piercing of my
skin, then the magic faded.

“S-sire,” I stammered, my voice high-pitched and afraid. “I
would prefer a kiss before dying.”

“I’ll still give it to you.” He scraped his fangs along my
skin. “I want to taste your virgin blood before I take your body.”

I struggled to speak, unnerved that he knew of my virginity.
“How did you—”

“I smell your purity,” he answered before I could finish.

“Please.” My limbs trembled, fear coursing through my body.
“I don’t want to feel my death.”

“You won’t.” He sounded confident, but I knew better.

Even vampires couldn’t prevent idle gossip.

“I’ve heard about women who didn’t ease into their deaths.”
The kitchen staff loved to share the information they’d gained over the years,
much to my relief. “I know what might happen if I consent to your wish and
something goes wrong.” Beheading a bed slave in order to prevent his or her
slow, agonizing death was rumored to be the preferred method of vampires. The
shudder that swept over me was very real when I whispered, “Don’t ask me to
take the risk.“

He hesitated, his breath cool across my skin. I froze,
hoping the rumors held some truth. Otherwise, he’d take what he wanted and
everything I’d hoped for would be lost.

With a tiny scrape of his fangs against my skin, he moved
away. “Very well.”

He maneuvered his muscular frame up the bed, coming over me.
He was much taller and wider, blanketing me as he rested his weight between my
legs. His head came down and he kissed me. I tasted myself on him. His lips
were no longer cool but warm. Each nudge of his tongue heightened my senses.
After a moment I realized he’d bitten his tongue to share his blood with me.

Although I had taken Sebastian’s blood to ensure his scent
marked me and cemented our bond through the years, sharing blood was a rare
gift. Not only did vampire blood make humans stronger, it also enhanced and
multiplied all their senses. Due to that I’d been allowed to drink from him
once per year on the anniversary of our introduction. No more, no less. Given
just enough to know what I was missing, leaving me aching for more.

My eyes burned as tears formed. Knowing he’d share his blood
in such a selfless way—for someone who was nothing more than a bed slave and a
stranger—made me love him all the more. Due to his generosity I would
experience things with better clarity and enjoyment. His blood would also
ensure my final orgasm would last long enough to dim the awareness of my death.

“Take this off.” He lifted his chest away and tugged at my
corset.

I forced back tears and sat up as he untied the strings and
worked the corset free. He pulled the constrictive garment over my head and
threw it carelessly to the floor. His eyes lingered on my breasts, his stare
potent.

“Again, Arianna,” he bent down and brought his mouth to a
rosy peak, “beautiful.”

The tug of his teeth against my nipple sent a ripple through
my pussy, causing my core to clench. It was as though there was a connection
between the two most erotic zones in my body, each encouraging the other. Each
tiny flip of his tongue or nip of his fangs increased my arousal, building it
higher.

And it was all for him—only for him.

“Please,” I begged when he moved to the other breast while
he glided a finger into my drenched core.

“Soon, sweet,” he said, brushing his tongue against my
nipple. “I want nothing but pleasure for you.”

He worked a second finger into my body, forcing my virgin
center to stretch and accept the invasion. The heat from my excitement wet his
fingers, allowing him to slide in and out of my body. While uncomfortable at
the start, I was soon whimpering and undulating, crazed and incensed.

“You’re very tight,” he whispered, continuing to work my sex
with practiced fingers. “As tight as a fist. I can only imagine how you’ll
feel, all wet and hot around my cock.”

The explicit statement worked me up, got me hotter. Another
orgasm built, threading through my muscles, burning under my skin. I started
panting as the promise of pure bliss neared, wanting it so badly that I thrust
into his hand and tightened the walls of my pussy around his fingers. I could
feel the pulsating tingles beginning, bristling and rippling under my skin.

When he spread his fingers and massaged the tight inner
walls, it was over.

“Bastian,” I groaned, throwing back my head, crying out as
my body erupted. A release even more powerful than the first overcame me. The
combination of his lips and hand were too much, bringing on levels of pleasure
I never knew existed. This time when I came down from the cloud of bliss I
remained lax on the pillows, breathing quickly.

Nothing had ever felt so incredible—
nothing
.

“So good,” Sebastian purred, removing his fingers then
placing them in his mouth and licking them clean. “I could get spoiled by the
taste of you on my tongue, Arianna.”

I watched through weighted lids as he slid up my body,
licking a path from my bellybutton to my throat. This was what it all came down
to—the consummation. Once he claimed me, and just before he came to orgasm, he
would give me my kiss—the bite that would ultimately end my life.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured as if sensing my thoughts,
pressing his lips against each of my hardened nipples. “I promise there will be
no pain.”

“I know,” I whispered, bringing my hands to his broad
shoulders. I knew Sebastian would never hurt anyone unless it was deserved. It
was his way—one of the many reasons I had fallen in love with him.

His hand came between our bodies and he fisted his cock. He
slid the round head over my drenched labia, carefully working his way past the
wet folds. The tip slid past the crease and lodged in the mouth of my pussy. I
whimpered, wanting more, knowing he’d give it to me. He lowered his head and kissed
me as he thrust his hips. Each tiny plunge sent him deeper, bringing us closer
together.

He brought his hands down, caressed my rib cage and then
grasped my hips with determined hands. He pulled back, removed his cock from
the heat of my body and waited until he was nearly unsheathed before driving
forward in a smooth, firm stroke. My strangled cry was caught in his mouth. It
hurt but felt so good, so much better than I’d imagined. He stopped, remaining
utterly still, gazing down at me.