Nectar: DD Prince (14 page)

“Your body knows you’re mine,” she thought she heard him whisper but she wasn’t sure. It was like the words were in her head instead of in the air.

“Tristan?” she asked softly, wondering if that’s what he’d said. She felt herself floating and slowly swirling, it felt like her veins were throbbing, but not painfully, more like opening, blooming.

His erection poked her hip and then he was suddenly inside of her, deep inside of her. She clenched as hard as she could with her kegel muscle and a primal-sounding grunt escaped his mouth. He angled upward and hit her sweet spot. He kissed her eyelids and then found her mouth with his, “Oh Kyla…Princess…Open your eyes; look at me.”

Oh he did NOT just call me Princess!

That word unleashed an orgasm that came quickly and sliced through her like a dozen spikes and she felt like she was ripping in two. It was a heady combination of pleasure and pain,

“Fuck!” she grunted, “Tristan please…” she didn’t know what she was pleading for. His burning gaze was so intense she felt like she was coming unglued.

He pumped into her ruthlessly and dragged his hands from her hips up to her armpits and then pinned her tight to the bed and sank his teeth into her left shoulder. Kyla let out a yelp but thrust her pelvis at him.

She was sore, raw all over, but she couldn’t help it. She clawed at his shoulders and pulled him tight to her as he climaxed and breathed her name.

He collapsed onto her, “Don’t leave me, princess,” he whispered, “I need you.”

His soft words rippled through every part of her. A word entered her mind then and she was so glad she didn’t say it. She almost said, “Anything.” 

The weight of him started to feel like too much a minute after she had stopped gasping. She started to twist, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. He shifted onto his side and planted his elbow into the pillow and balanced his ear on his palm. He leaned over and licked her shoulder wound and then stared down at her, looking sleepy. He was smiling, showing those dimples and an almost blinding perfect smile.

The room was dim, but not pitch dark, and his eyes were luminescent enough to create a soft glow around his face. His mouth looked so full and sexy. If possible it was as if he was more handsome than ever. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.  Before she put any thought into what she was doing she touched a dimple with her index finger and then her fingertips were on his chin cleft. Then her thumb swept slowly across his lower lip until it rested on his jaw and her palm and fingers rested on his neck. She could feel his pulse against her fingers. He stared at her with hunger and moved to give her thumb pad a slow, lingering kiss. She tightened her grip slightly, wanting to feel his pulse stronger, wanting to feel it inside of herself.

Then they were locked into one another’s gaze for seconds, minutes, she didn’t know. She couldn’t turn away. Didn’t want to turn away. Despite the dimness, she could see the flecks of black and shades of blue in his irises; she felt like she was swimming in them. A serenity washed over her, a serenity she’d never ever felt before.

Suddenly it was like she could see clearly, but she couldn’t articulate her thoughts fully. Those eyes, everything she wanted and needed was right there in those eyes. It didn’t make sense but yet it was something she knew in the depths of her soul.

He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, his tongue pushing between her lips and briefly tangoing with hers. He tasted like rich chocolate pudding. His eyelashes feathered across her cheek and it was so tender and sweet,

He whispered, “Let this happen. It’s time. Be mine.”              

She sank further into the depths of his irises and then felt a sudden onslaught of anguish course through her. Suddenly she was sobbing, hyperventilating. He grabbed her and pulled her body tight against his. He flicked the covers up and then let them fall over them both and caressed her back and let out a long slow breath.

“Shhh,” he pushed wisps of hair off her face, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her. “This is it, yessss, this is it. It’s okay, Kyla; it’s okay. Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you?
Those words struck something in her, strummed her hard. She began sobbing and it went on for… she didn’t know how long. He just kept comforting her and kissing her, rubbing her back, massaging the back of her neck, running his fingers gently through her long hair. His leg wrapped around her and locked her against him. She couldn’t verbalize, couldn’t even form coherent thoughts other than that she felt like she was plummeting toward the fiery centre of the earth so she clung to him like breathing, her life, her everything depended on it, on him. He was saving her, stopping her from slipping away. She was frantic, afraid he was going to let go. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She kept clawing, trying to pull him closer, trembling hard, so hard.

“I’m not letting go,” he whispered, as if reading her mind.

She didn’t know what was happening to her. It was like he was all she could hang onto, like she had to hang on otherwise be sucked away into an abyss of pain. The fear slowly subsided as he comforted her with his hands and his lips, stroking her and showering her face with soft kisses on her eyelids, her nose, her chin, her lips.

Finally, she felt like she was turning to mush in his arms and just melted into him, feeling totally relaxed, feeling safe. The sound of his breathing, the warmth of it, the beat of his heart, it comforted her. She felt like she would float away if he wasn’t anchoring her. He was hard again. She leaned back and looked into his eyes again and their hips connected. He slid into her and she held him tight as they found a rhythm; looking directly into her eyes and suddenly she felt whole.

“Bite me, Tristan. Please,” she whispered. She grabbed his shoulders and then raked her fingers up the back of his neck until they caught in his hair. He obliged and as he drank from her throat, she detonated into an instant sweet climax, feeling fire spread through her. She felt protected, felt safe, felt connected to him somehow. She was so relaxed, so light and airy. She floated on a cloud; he was the cloud. After he climaxed he stayed inside of her, holding her, and she started to drift off to that place between sleep and being awake, and just floated.

Then, after a long time, she could hear his phone buzzing. She didn’t know where it was coming from but it started to pull her out of wherever she was, back to here and now. He ignored the phone and kept stroking and massaging her back and arms. It kept buzzing. Finally, she tensed. She pulled back and looked at him. He blinked a few times like he, too, was coming back from somewhere else.

She couldn’t fathom what that emotional meltdown was about but all she wanted throughout it was him, to hold her tight, to keep whispering in her ear, she wanted to feel him, to smell him, to get inside of him. She’d never felt such an intense outpouring of emotion in her entire life. Never grabbed on this tight to anyone before.  Never felt so safe, never felt a sense of belonging like she did right now. When he drank from her it was like he was inside of her in every way, like she could feel inside of him. It didn’t make any sense whatsoever but it felt so amazing. ‘This is it’, he’d said. This was what, though? Had she fallen under his spell?

He let go of her, except for one hand, which rested on her stomach, and leaned over toward the floor and fished his phone out of his jeans pocket. He stared at the screen for a split second, then he dropped the phone on the floor carelessly and reached for her again. He pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her, her head fell onto his shoulder.

I have totally lost my ever-loving mind. I can’t believe I begged him to bite me.

He stroked her hair, staring at the ceiling. She studied his face, wondering what he was thinking. Finally, she rolled off to the side and balanced on her elbow and planted her head on her palm. She broke the silence, “Tristan?”

He smiled at her and touched her face, showing dimples.

“Hi,” he whispered and his eyes sparkled.

“Hi,” she said shyly, catching her bottom lip with her teeth.

He touched her lips with his.

She felt joy bubble up inside her, “I’m staaarving,” she whispered shyly and then inexplicably pressed her lips to his chin.

Tristan kissed her on the bridge of her nose and then snapped up to a sitting position, “As you should be. I can remedy that. 20 minutes.” He got out of bed like a man with a mission and speedily got into his jeans, commando. She watched the muscles ripple on his stomach, his arms, and his legs.

He left the room and she flopped back onto the pillows. While he was gone she just laid there feeling peaceful, relaxed, her mind almost blank. She knew it was odd but for once didn’t want to prod deeper, talked herself out of delving deeper. She just laid there enjoying a feeling of weightlessness and euphoria; it was as if she’d been drugged.

The ceiling fan above her sent a gentle breeze over her skin and she absorbed the sensation amid the cool sheets. The phone buzzed again and she looked down at the floor. It was ringing with the name ‘Dawn’. She ignored it until it stopped buzzing.

Two missed calls from Dawn? Who was Dawn?

She curled back into the covers and let her mind wander to where she could see his dimples, feel his strong hands, feel his eyelashes tickle her cheek, his stubble tickle her inner thighs. She felt butterflies, Jell-O knees; a goofy grin spread across her face and made her cheeks hurt. She ignored the nagging little voice telling her to get a grip. She didn’t want to analyze things, for a change. Didn’t want to get a grip. Wanted to feel this. It felt so good to just… float.

He was soon back, with arms full. He placed a steaming bowl of pasta on the table and fetched the bottle of wine from under his arm and put it on the table. He opened the drapes further. It was now dark but her eyes were adjusted well enough that she could see what he was doing. He fiddled with things at the long dresser and produced two glasses and a corkscrew from one of the cupboards below.  Kyla climbed out of bed with the top sheet and draped it around her nakedness and padded to the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror at herself. Wild curls tumbling down her naked back, swollen lips, body littered with bite marks…

Holy Jumpin’ Dracula, Batman!

She had bite marks in three places on her neck as well as on her left shoulder. Her cheeks were pink and rosy and her eyes were glistening, looking wet, the green vivid like sparkling emeralds. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, barely recognizing herself. She leaned toward the mirror and examined the most prominent mark on her throat. Then she felt a tingling roll through her body almost like a warm wave had gently washed over her.
Wow.

That was the only word she could muster and she was pretty sure she’d said it aloud. Her stomach rumbled loudly so she finished up and got into the shower. When she was done and back in the bedroom she saw him putting a lit tray of tea light candles on the table. He walked over to her,

“Mademoiselle?” He stood by the door and held open the red silk robe for her. She dropped the towel she was wrapped in and put her arms into the robe. He wrapped her with it and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. His actions were so endearing, it was totally disarming. (Clearly she was disarmed as she’d just dropped a towel covering her naked self in front of him!)

He signalled to a plate of food on the table and then sat across from her. He was gorgeous. Rock hard body, bright blue eyes, sexy bedhead, and he had just cooked food for her after making sweet love to her and helping her through that emotional …whatever that was.

“You aren’t eating?” Kyla asked.

“I’m quite full, as it happens,” Tristan said, smirking, cheeks dimpling, eyes sparkling like bling that had the light shone on it just right. He lifted his wine glass and dipped it slightly in her direction and then drank from the glass.

She felt the heat rise in her face and felt a swish of moisture between her legs. She clenched and shuffled uneasily in the chair and sipped her wine.

Kyla devoured a plate of linguine in a rich sweet tomato and wine sauce. It was heaped with mushrooms and peppers and meatballs and the sauce tasted like it had been cooking all day.

Tristan poured her a second glass of wine.  She had hardly looked at him throughout the meal, just focused solely on the food, which she must have desperately needed due to lack of much to eat in the past 2 days and a whole lot of calories expended. And blood lost…

He smiled at her as she sipped the second glass of wine and put her fork down.

“Thank you; that was delicious.” she said.

“You’re delicious. To your health.” He clinked her glass with his, “All this must agree with you. You have an appetite, colour in your cheeks, you’re beautiful, Kyla.”

She blushed.

Agree with me? Imprisonment? Vampires?

Kyla felt whatever ease and happiness she’d been feeling the last few minutes drain out of her. She suddenly felt empty. Gutted and empty. She put the glass down.

No. No, this is all so wrong. I can’t just let myself get caught up in this. This isn’t me. This isn’t right.

His expression dropped. He quickly reached across and covered her hand with his,

“Wait, don’t do that, don’t…”

Kyla snatched her hand back and picked up the wine glass with both hands. She downed the rest of the wine. They sat in silence for a moment. It was suddenly beyond awkward. Tristan looked like he was getting ready to say something but then his phone started to buzz.