Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (29 page)

“You would have been dead Fabian if I hadn’t done the spell. Is that what you would have preferred? Do you wish I’d never brought you back?” Her eyes searched his face.

“I don’t know my beauty; death or a life sentence? Let’s face it; being human is a life sentence. I’m weak and eventually I’m going to become a weak and feeble old man. Maybe death would have been a better alternative?”

He watched Sirene gape at him and there was a brief flash of hurt in her eyes. Damn he didn’t mean to keep hurting her, but being in a room with all vampires only brought it home to him what he no longer had. He loved her but he wanted his old life back. They were going to be faced with a very real problem eventually.

Could she still love him if he was vampire again? Could he love her enough to stay human for her? That scared the crap out of him to think about it. He wasn’t sure he could give it all up for her. Assuming he got the chance to live as vampire again that was, and what about her? She wanted him to stay human, but he didn’t want to. If he was turned back, would he lose her and end up heartbroken for eternity? There was a lot at risk here. It was late and he was so tired. He couldn’t think about this right now.

Sirene

Pain sliced through me, not unlike how I imagined it would feel to be stabbed. Fabian was not going to be able to settle for life as a human that was obvious. The question was, could I settle for a life with him if he was vampire again and I was not?

If this morning had never happened I’d be with my vampire lover now, but this morning had happened and a part of me secretly liked Fabian as a human. I honestly thought he could adjust to it if he gave it more of a chance, but he was making it more and more clear that he didn’t want this lifestyle.

“Is the idea of growing old with me so abhorrent to you?” I asked him. For me personally I loved the thought of us being together when we were old and grey, for us to have babies and maybe one day be Grandparents. I could picture him in my mind with his hair greying at the temples, more lines appearing on his face, but obviously I was the only one thinking like that.

“It is hard for me to imagine anything other than what I’m used to Sirene. I certainly do not relish the prospect of becoming wrinkled and maybe balding, my body soft and my muscles wasted. To have my eyesight deteriorate is not exactly something I look forward to. Surely you can’t be looking forward to all the weaknesses the human body encounters as it ages?”

“I don’t let it worry me because it’s all just part of life. What about babies? Don’t you want to be a father one day?” I asked.

He looked shocked at my words. “What? Babies? Hell no! Of course I’ve never considered parenthood. Why would I? I was vampire for nearly 600 years. I knew I would never father a child sired by my loins, only by my bite. Anyway, why do we have to have this discussion now? I’m exhausted my beauty, it’s been a long morning.” He reached for me. “Please, come to bed with me. I wish to sink deep inside your body and after we both come, I want to fall asleep still inside you.”

I sighed, my body instantly softening at his words. Just like that he made me forget the problems that hung over us, threatening to destroy us and I felt myself melting inside. Damn, he could go from being an arse and making me almost hate him, to loving him all over again.

Still, could I go and lie with him now and act like nothing was wrong? I was upset, hurt, I wanted him to want a normal life, and the prospect of bearing his children one day triggered an intense longing deep within me. I stared up into his handsome face feeling the usual skip of my heart at the sight of him and I knew I’d go to his bed. I loved him and something told me to make the most of our time together while I could because I suspected the future would be rocky and unstable which scared the crap out of me. I could try putting a spell on him to make him want the human lifestyle, but even I knew there was a time for witchcraft, and a time where it should never be used. Forcing his hand by witchcraft, making him want to be with me using spells, was hardly the grounds for a long lasting relationship. No, somehow I had to make him see what he had all by myself with not a spell in sight.

“Are you coming to bed?” He asked again and I pushed my thoughts aside for now, taking the hand he held out to me, before following him down the corridor to his bedroom.

Once inside he began to remove his clothes, indicating that I should do the same. It brought a reluctant smile to my lips at his bossy behaviour. I wasn’t sure he realised that although he was no longer vampire, he still exhibited a lot of the same traits, even now, when he was human. Becoming human hadn’t taken away his need to be controlling, bossy and arrogant. Why couldn’t he see, that he was still Fabian, the arse, and he could be that way as a human? Being human didn’t have to mean he was weak, but I wasn’t sure how I could ever get him to see that. The main difference I saw in his demeanour now, was the vulnerability that showed itself at times when he thought about his future as a human. Despite his strength, underneath it all, Fabian was a creature of habit. He liked the familiar and that of course was all gone now. He faced a future filled with uncertainty and it was that, that had him so panicked, I was sure.

When we were both naked, he opened his arms and I stepped into them, holding him tightly, breathing in the scent that was simply him. He started sliding his hands down my back, smoothing over my skin until he reached my ass, cupping it, dragging me against him, where I could feel his erection growing between us.

His lips came down on mine, coaxing them apart until he could slip his tongue into my mouth. He explored every inch of me, teasing, caressing and tasting me, as I did him. We gave ourselves over to one another, tongues licking, duelling with each other until we were both out of breath, and forced to separate long enough to drag much needed air into our lungs.

“I want you Sirene but this time I want to start fucking you here.” He slipped a couple of fingers deep inside my wet pussy. “Then I really want to fuck you and to come here.” He shifted his fingers back, grazing over my puckered opening. “Will you let me have that pleasure? I would love to show you how enjoyable it can be. I want to show you pleasure like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.”

My heart skittered out of control in my chest for a moment at his words. Holy fuck, he wanted to take me up the ass? I’d had anal sex before and wasn’t much of a fan. The man I’d been with, hadn’t been hung like a horse, as Fabian was. My gaze dropped to that massive pierced cock of his which was standing up, fully erect between us. I stared at it, swallowing nervously. How could I possibly accommodate him? He was so big and all I could think about was him splitting me in two if he tried to shove that thing in me.

I swallowed again and when I finally attempted to answer him, my voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat and had another go. “I...I…I’ve only had anal sex once before and I didn’t like it.” I stammered. “It hurt and he…I mean...that man…well he...he...you’re...” I stuttered and Fabian chuckled.

“Come on Sirene, spit it out. What are you trying to tell me? You’re nervous about me taking possession of your ass? I get that, but I promise I will not hurt you ok? You will enjoy it, I need you to trust me.”

“You’re so big though.” I finally got my vocal chords working enough to finish what I’d been trying to say. “You’ll split me in half.”

“No my beauty, I will not rape your ass, I will caress it, woo it and make it open to me like a flower. I’m not going to hurt you, stop worrying. If for some reason it is too painful for you, I promise I will not proceed.” He grinned at me. “I will fuck your mouth instead.”

With just a few words Fabian could have me nearly giggling at his old fashioned way of talking. Wooing my ass and me opening like a flower? I mean seriously? He was talking about my ass after all, and I personally couldn’t see it opening like a damn flower but I knew I felt like clamping it so tight nothing would be able to penetrate that sucker. If I did that he’d need a dick the diameter of a damn straw because that’s all I’d be letting up where the sun didn’t shine. The thought of him going anywhere near my ass scared the crap out of me when I tried to picture that huge pierced shaft knocking at my back door.

My humour dried up and then I was back to panic mode, worrying about how the hell just the broad, pierced head of his cock was going to breach my ass, let alone getting any of the length inside me. I was scared he’d hurt me, maybe split me and then I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

While I was getting myself tied up in knots, Fabian lowered his head and kissed me. With his lips nibbling along mine, he pushed his hand between my legs and plunged two fingers into me. As he thrust them in and out of me, curling them, grazing my internal walls, his thumb flicked over my clit, and just like that, my concerns over him claiming my ass, were gone.

With those gorgeous soft lips of his on mine and his hand between my legs, working me towards my orgasm I leaned into him, wanting him and knowing that I could trust him with my body. Fabian would not hurt me, I just needed to give myself over to him and have faith in him.

I reached between our bodies curling my hand around his cock, flicking my thumb over the metal bar through the head and I heard him groan as he thrust into my hand.

“Fuck Sirene.” He pulled away briefly before beginning to back me towards his massive bed. When my knees hit the edge, I tumbled backwards and he came down on top of me, crushing me under his muscled body.

His lips closed over mine again and he shifted to one side encouraging me to part my legs until he could settle between them. I felt the heavy ridge of his cock brushing against my opening and I arched up, wanting him inside me, wanting him to fuck me.

“Do you want this, my beauty?” He growled, pushing forward until I felt the broad head of his dick rub against my clit.

I groaned and began to circle my hips, desperate for him to stop teasing me and give me the orgasm I knew that cock and metal rod were guaranteed to provide. He was the only man I’d ever slept with who could make me come with his cock alone. The size of him and his piercing both worked to tease me and turn me on, and I clenched greedily in anticipation. I needed him to hurry up and fuck me.

“Do you want it now?” He asked again, grasping himself in one hand and working the head around and around between my legs, coating himself in the moisture that trickled from me.

I looked up at him as he stared down at me. His voice sounded surprisingly calm but the look in his eyes was heated, scorching me under his pale stare. I could see sweat glistening on his forehead, his breath puffing in and out through his parted lips, so he was nowhere near as cool and calm as he was trying to make out.

“Please Fabian, fuck me.” I gasped, my gasp turning to a groan when he finally stopped teasing and slowly began to push his way inside me. Every inch as he entered me was an exquisite form of torture; the way his piercing rubbed inside me, lighting up nerve endings, until he was buried as deep as my body would allow. It was always too much, too intense, so overwhelming to have him in me and I bit down on his shoulder as I struggled to deal with the emotions and feelings sex with Fabian stirred within me.

“Animal.” He growled and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, grabbing it between his teeth before giving me a sharp nip. The sudden pain excited me and I clenched around him, forcing a low moan from him.

He bucked into me, grinding against me, his cock stirring me inside while the friction of our bodies grazed my clit, the combination pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer to my climax. Steadily, rhythmically, he thrust into me and helplessly I gave myself over to him, unable to do anything but hang on and brace myself for the overwhelming pleasure that was about to explode in me.

“Give it to me Sirene. Come on my beauty, let go.” He ground out through gritted teeth and the sound of his voice, the urgency in his tone, pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my back arching, frantically clamping down on him and squeezing him as I came apart.

He held me through my orgasm, whispering endearments in my ear, his movements slowing, giving me the chance to come down from my release. When I finally settled and my breathing had calmed, I realised Fabian was still as hard as a rock inside me. He hadn’t come yet.

When he pulled out of me suddenly and lifted himself off me, I cried out at the loss of his comforting weight from my body. Before I could do or say anything, he rolled me over until I was on my stomach; his fingers skimming over my ass, before pressing between my cheeks, parting me. As I felt them circle my puckered opening, I tensed all final traces of my orgasm forgotten. This was it, he was going to demand access to my ass and I trembled with a mix of both excitement and fear.

Fabian

Fuck, it was getting hard to stop himself from blowing all over Sirene’s back as he stared down at the vision of her beautiful ass and that tight little hole of hers that was tightening in reaction to him merely looking at it. He smiled to himself. She could tighten the damn thing up as much as she liked, he wanted to fuck her there and he had every intention of doing so. He needed her to relax and believe him when he told her he wouldn’t hurt her. He would never intentionally hurt his little witch, but he badly wanted to fuck her up the ass. He’d dreamed of it since he first saw her. The trouble was, he was so turned on, so close to losing control, he was worried he really would blow his load all over her before he got inside her.