Love Charms (166 page)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Beth realized
Trinity was always going to tempt her and it sent shivers trembling through
her. He could barely touch her and her body responded to the promises of
pleasure he was capable of giving. It was overriding her earlier troubles. His
kisses made her forget everything but what it felt like to be naked in his
arms. She completely forgot to be afraid of him as his thumb brushed over the
crest of her breast.

The motion sent
aches sliding between her thighs and gave her the intense desire to bare her
breasts to him. Such scandalous thoughts to think inside a moving carriage in
daylight, even though the curtains were drawn. Instead of making her timid and
withdraw, it heated her desire. These were the type of impressions she'd tasted
in Trinity's blood — the hungry and naughty things men and women did
together.

Things she'd
barely understood before last night's passion and this morning with a man's
hand cupping and stroking her breast. Trinity's mouth teased her lips and she
boldly took ahold of his other hand and lifted it to her other breast, while a
blush made her feel hot from her temple to her toes. He groaned, and it was an
obvious sound of approval as his hands cupped her breasts. She arched her
spine, lifting her breasts to him for more.

"Take your
bonnet off. Take your hair down," he murmured against her lips. His
fingers kneaded her breasts, while his thumbs grazed the tips, making her
tremble. He leaned back a bit to watch her as he continued to caress her bosom.
His eyes were blue with the rims turning yellow as his hair swept over the side
of his chiseled jaw. His hands followed the lift of her breasts as she reached
upward to take off her bonnet, then further to undo her hair.

The black
strands of her hair fell in a stream over her shoulders and his hands. It felt
extremely freeing to have her hair loose. It made her feel more wanton and
worldlier as she boldly searched out Trinity's mouth for a deep kiss. His hands
left her chest and tangled into her hair, turning her mouth under his. The more
he kissed her, the more her body moved with his, until she was arched over his
arm with one of her legs easing up the side of his hip.

Without the
support of his arm, she'd be lying on the carriage seat. It curved her body
beneath his and her pelvis against the evidence of his hard shaft. Miles of
petticoats and material between them and she could still feel the unbending
thickness, which instantly made her core ache for him. Her body was yearning
for him through the fear of pain.

"Mmm,"
she moaned, lifting her hips, pressing harder against the firm ridge. The aches
twirled and tightened as she clutched his shoulders. She felt his lips kissing
her cleavage and she so wanted her breasts bared to his mouth.

Trinity let his
fangs extend along the creamy curve of Beth's cleavage. It was a reaction to
his desire, yet this time it didn't disturb him. He could control it, because
of Beth … for Beth, his wife. Then with the knowledge he was master over his
reactions, at least up until fresh blood was involved, he teased the Devil.

He grazed his
fangs over plump flesh in the valley of his wife's breasts. A tremble and a
moan followed and she pressed the mound of her sex tighter against the
determined impression of his hard shaft. He wanted to moan with her, the
feeling was so sublime, as he licked his tongue with slow strokes after the
graze of his fangs.

"Trinity,"
she gasped, lifting her bosom against his mouth for more. He bent her over his
arm at a deeper angle. She was a decadent offering and he freed his hand from
the tangle of her silky hair. Once free, he plucked at the buttons of her
cut-away traveling coat, pulling the jacket open, then down off her shoulder.
The capped sleeve of her dress pulled along, baring one shoulder and gaining
him access to the slope of her naked breast just to her nipple.

He used his
mouth to pull that nipple free. Beth gasped with pleas of pleasure as he sucked
the taut tip into his mouth. His gaze found her passionate dark eyes as he
played with the jutting lance. Each taunt of his mouth and tongue crimped
Beth's gaze in pleasure and each draw played tendrils of desire over his
hardening shaft. He sucked more of her breast into his mouth, drawing up tender
white flesh between his fangs.

"T-Trinity,"
her voice rasped with pleasure, and she began to grind against his erection.

Heat infused
him, the animal rose with a growl of lust that should have frightened Beth with
its intensity, however, she looked more aroused, more heated, clasping his
head, pulling him tighter to her breasts. He obeyed her passionate command,
sucking luscious tit and nipple deeper into his mouth with his tongue roughing
the point.

"Oh,
oh," Beth's head thrashed from side to side and he pulled at cloth, until
he had her other fleshy breast bared to his tongue and fangs. The sway of the
carriage was in his debt because it rocked his thick erection over Beth's hot
mound, which was grinding back. Then he had her other nipple lance dancing
against his tongue as his hand tore voluminous amounts of skirts and petticoats
up between them to bare her thigh. His hand found the top of her stockings and
garter, then the disappointment of serviceable linen drawers. He searched,
trying to find flesh.

With her nipple
suckled in his mouth, he rumbled with lust-filled irritation, until his nails
sharpened and he slashed the linen to bare the prize he sought. Cloth split and
he pulled it away, willing his claws back to caress her tender flesh.

"Trinity,"
Beth gasped, arching her wet cleft to his lusty stroke. He dug deeper, his dark
desire to feel the snug sheath his shaft pounded for. "Oh!" Beth
cried and her inner walls clenched around his finger.

"Gods,
woman," he rasped, circling his finger in wet heaven. He brought the cream
back to rub deep into her slit as she panted, high sounds trembling against
him. His jaw tightened to granite with the effort he used not to throw her down
onto the carriage floor to just fuck her. But he had to have her. He'd played
too deep. The thoughts there would be no virgin's blood this time, taunted him.
He could control his blood lust … just not both.

He worried for
her innocence, to take her in a carriage, but the raging need inside him
overrode his good intentions as his finger stroked between her swollen cleft
and her creamy sheath.

Beth grasped
Trinity's shoulders as his powerful strength lifted her upright, then over him.
She was dazed as he lifted her to straddle his hips. Then clarity shot through
her when she felt the bare heat of his shaft press against her naked core. Her
skirts were like pillows beside them, as the carriage rocked her hips and she
panted, her gaze latched onto Trinity's yellow eyes. His face was lean with
harsh lines, his fangs long and gleaming as every grind fed the knowledge from
him to her. From her to him. Pleasure. She saw it on his features. He was as raw
with it as she was. His head dipped and his fangs slid on each side of her
nipple, and his tongue skimmed forward caressing the tip. Her breath caught
with intense pleasure, making her damp slit ride his hard shaft. With each draw
of his lips over the taut tip of her nipple her hips rolled pressing the heated
aches in her core against him.

"Trinity,"
she gasped. "Trinity, oh, oh."

Her eyes crimped
with pleasure as her head fell back and her breasts thrust forward for more of
his attention. His large warm hands grasped her bare hips and tugged her body,
using his hands to grind her against him harder.

"Hellfire,"
he uttered, his voice rumbling against her nipple.

Beth felt
wetness slick the way as she slid her core along the hard length of him. The
center of the ache drew her attention and she rolled her hips to stroke it
harder. "Trinity," she moaned his name in long sounds. His lips
tugged on her nipple, sending sparks into the aches, making her feel wild.
"I want, I want," she panted.

She felt his hand
between them, and he lifted his hard shaft. She rose on her knees riding her
slit over the head. Trinity's head fell back as he groaned and his neck arched
to her lips. She kissed the strong column of his throat as the carriage swayed
harder, moving her slit deep onto the head of his erection. She mewled in
pleasure.

"Hold onto
my shoulders," he commanded in a tenor voice that instantly had her
complying.

She felt both
his hands brushing her inner thighs as the thick head of his shaft slid down
her slit making her whimper and toss her head, then it seemed to fit to her,
sinking in. She gasped with a low, "Oh," etching from her mouth.

Trinity grabbed
the back of Beth's neck pulling her mouth to his. It took tremendous will power
to not move faster when his lust was so ripe and hot he could feel the blood
pooling in Beth's sex, swelling the lips, flushing them open for his shaft. The
perfect place for his fangs to pierce. He growled that thought aside against
Beth's soft lips. He would not draw his wife's blood. Ever.

But he would
lift his hips, thrusting more of his erection into his wife's snug sheath, as
he groaned in pleasure. He had Beth half seated onto his shaft as he held her
from impaling herself on it, so he could ease the way. His muscles strained
with tremors as she whimpered against his mouth and he kissed her with abandon,
beyond thoughts about the sharpness of his fangs.

The front plate
to his pants was open enough to have his erection free, but his high boots and
the confinement of his trousers restricted his movements. He had to use the
strength in his arms and the lift of his hips to follow Beth's undulations. The
sway of the carriage was with them, plunging them up and down. Then too far, as
an erratic plunge seated Beth fully and she mewled with a high-pitched curl.

"Are you
all right?" His demand was rasped with concern. He grabbed the back of her
head to turn her eyes to him, and he saw she looked dazed, not pained, as
though passion had her completely befuddled.

"Kiss
me," she whimpered and her lips sucked over his.

The draw of her
mouth on his bottom lip threw a hard groan from him. Her hands were tugging and
tearing at his shirt, until her fingers found the flesh of his chest, kneading
and digging in with lust. Her hips followed, rising and lowering against his
help.

"More,"
she growled into his mouth, and she began to ride him as if she knew what every
grind of her hips was doing to him.

A moment of
incredulousness touched him that she'd know the lusty rhythm, but it stormed
away with the wet heat of her inner sheath gripping him. She drew on his bottom
lip as her voluptuous body rose and fell over him and his mind blanked in
passion.

Beth's cry of
climax tugged her lips away from drawing on Trinity's bottom lip. The pleasure
was like the ocean crashing over her, and only such ecstasy could draw her away
from the taste of Trinity's blood. Blood from a pinprick of his fang on his
bottom lip. Blood that drew across her tongue and down into her body like
liquid fire. It struck outward to her limbs, curling and heating every fiber of
her desire, until it centered deep in her sex.

She screamed
Trinity's name, arching back, shuddering as the charges of pleasure rolled
through her with each of Trinity's continuing thrusts. He groaned nearly to the
depths of a bellow and she felt heat scorch her core, taking her higher. The
pleasure was nearly unbearable it was so intense and she felt the hard
throbbing of Trinity's shaft deep inside her as her nails curled into his
chest.

The tiniest amounts
of his blood she'd gathered seemed to fuse with her soul writhing and turning,
until she was a new being, not at all the same person she'd been. She could
hear Trinity's harsh breath, she could feel his connection to her inside her
mind or her body, somehow, she was unsure how, but they were united. More than
just a husband and wife. This was more. And the desire to give him her blood
grew strong.

She bared her
neck, pushing her hair aside, until Trinity's strong lips pressed the curve.
His fangs grazed her flesh with his heavy breath and her entire body tightened
in pleasure. Gasping she felt the thickness of him through the tightening
between her thighs. A moan escaped her as she sunk closer, offering her neck to
him, quivering with hopefulness and need.

"No!"
Trinity threw Beth aside, then he caught himself gentling, holding her until
she fell to the side of him. He'd nearly bitten her. He'd been so close.

"Please,"
Beth pleaded, with her black hair tangled around her. Her breasts were bare and
her skirts were thrown across her hips showing her thighs through the scraps of
linen he'd torn aside. "You need my blood, I can feel it," she
whispered.

How? Then he
tasted it. His senses screaming. "
You
tasted my blood," he
accused as harshly as if it were a sin. He'd not known there was a cut on his
lip.

She laid there
open to him, bared. "Is that such a sin!" Tears filled her eyes.
"Is it so undesirable that I crave your blood?"

He realized he'd
harmed her feelings, acting as though she was tainted for desiring that which
he took so freely to sustain him. But he was confused. "No, sweet
Beth," he uttered. "I'm just not certain what it does to you. I'd not
have you live like an opium addict." He reached for her, praying she'd
come to him, and then feeling as though he didn't deserve it when she did.

"Beth."
He smoothed her hair away from her face as she lay on his chest.

"I feel as
though you must take my blood, Trinity. It throbs like a demand inside me. It
can't be wrong when it is so strong."

He held her
tighter. What he had done to her? He was torturing her even though he tried so
hard to protect her from himself. His blood had to have done this to her.
"I don't trust myself," he admitted harshly.