Scarlet Heat (Born to Darkness) (47 page)

“Coming inside you,
you mean,” he growled, pulling back to look at me. “Are you ready for that yet,
baby? Ready to have me deep in that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I…I think so.” It was
the first time in over six years that I had made love willingly. I had bad
memories of other times, painful images that wanted to intrude. But I found I
was able to push them away and just concentrate on being with Victor. He was so
big and warm and solid he took up all my attention, all my concentration and
focus. I wanted to be here, in the present with him, not stuck in the past.

“Wanna kiss you again,
first,” he murmured, tilting my mouth up to his. He covered my lips and pulled
my leg up over his hip. I felt myself flowing to him, opening naturally both
above and below. My lips parted for his tongue and at the same time, I felt the
broad, blunt head of his cock slide gently along my sensitive slit.

I moaned and jumped a
little at the sensation but only because I was still so tender from the way he
had tasted me and made me come again and again earlier. Inside, I was throbbing
with need. I felt empty again, just as I remembered feeling the first time we’d
had sex.

“Victor,” I moaned
softly, as he slid against me again, parting my folds with his shaft. “Please…I
need you. Need you in me.”

He pulled back and
looked at me, catching and holding my eyes with his own.

“I want to be in you
too. But gently, baby. Slowly. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered
back. “I…I like that idea.”

“Me too.” He stroked
my hair away from my flushed cheeks. “We’re going to go at one speed—yours. So
whenever you’re ready, put me in.”

“Oh, I…” I looked down
between us, feeling my cheeks get even hotter. “Okay,” I whispered at last.

It hadn’t occurred to
me that he would want me to be in control of the penetration but when I thought
about it, it made sense. Victor knew about my traumatic past—he wanted me to
feel like I was in control of this situation. Wanted me to feel safe, not
cornered. Knowing that made me feel loved, cared for in a way that warmed me
from the inside out. I wished I could tell him so, even more I wished I could
tell him I loved him. But that would only make things awkward.

Victor seemed to sense
my hesitation because he smiled at me and cupped my cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he
rumbled. “You can touch it—it won’t bite.”

His playful words set
me at ease even more and I smiled back.

“Yes, I know. You’re
going to be doing the biting this time.”

“Can’t wait, baby.” He
leaned down and bit the skin of my neck gently but firmly. He didn’t break the
skin but I still shivered at the erotic feel of his teeth closing on my throat.
God, how I wanted him—wanted to submit to him, to feel him taking me, pushing
himself inside me and claiming me for his own. Even if it was only just this
once.

Feeling less nervous
about the situation, I reached between us and grasped the long, thick shaft
that rose from between his thighs. Victor groaned softly and I felt a shudder
run through his big body. I had a momentary feeling of power, knowing my touch
could affect him so strongly. Then I fit the broad head to the entrance of my
pussy and closed my eyes, waiting.

“No, Taylor.” Victor’s
voice took me by surprise.

“What?” My eyes flew
open and I saw he was watching me. Also, he hadn’t moved an inch—he was still
poised just at my entrance but he hadn’t made a move to enter me.

“I want you to look at
me,” he said, his deep voice almost stern. “I want to see it in your eyes when
I enter you. Want to watch you watching me when I fill you up.”

“Oh…” I felt my
stomach clench with desire at the hot look in his golden eyes. I knew what he
was doing—he wanted us to stay connected. To stay focused on each other every
precious, fleeting minute we had together. I wanted that too but it felt so
intimate…so raw. Like I was opening not only my body, but my soul to him at the
same time.

But the look on
Victor’s face said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Slowly, I nodded.

“Good.” He nodded once
and kissed me again. “Now look at me. Look in my eyes while I take you…while I
fill you, baby.”

I bit my lip, forcing
myself to hold the intimate eye contact as I felt the head of his cock finally
breach my entrance and press slowly but relentlessly inside me.

“Slowly,” he murmured,
his eyes still holding mine. “And I’m trying to be gentle, too. God, you’re
tight.”

“Maybe it’s just that
you’re, uh, big,” I whispered, having a hard time getting the words out. I knew
he had been in me before but I didn’t really remember it much. This was like my
first time with him and I could feel his shaft stretching me as he entered my
pussy, inch after thick inch sliding slowly inside me.

“Almost there,” he
murmured, stroking my cheek again. “You okay, baby?”

“I think so.” I bit my
lip. “It feels good. Just…tight. That’s all.”

“You’ll loosen up in a
minute,” he assured me. “Just got to get used to having me in you.”

“I’m trying…” I moaned
as I felt him nudge farther inside me. “God, you’re in me so
deep
,
Victor.”

“Have to be deep. Have
to be buried to the hilt in your sweet little pussy to make this work,” he
reminded me.

Just then, I felt him
fill me completely. We both moaned as the head of his cock came flush against
the end of my channel and I knew he was as deep in me as he could get.

“
God
,” I
whispered.

“That’s me inside
you—all the way in,” he growled softly. “Does it feel all right?”

“Yes.” I nodded, still
looking into his eyes. “It’s good…I like it. But I need more.”

“You ready to feel me
moving inside you?” he asked, stroking my cheek. “Ready to give it up for me
and let me make you mine?”

His words sent a
thrill through me. God, how I wanted to be his! Not just now, but forever. I
knew that wasn’t how he meant it but I still liked the sound of it.

“Yes,” I whispered,
putting my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
“Yes, Victor—make me yours.”

“There’s nothing I’d
rather do,” he murmured hoarsely. “Hang on, baby—I’ll go slow at first.”

“Slow is good,” I said
softly as he pulled almost all the way out of me. “
Very
good.”

“As slow as you want,”
he promised and I felt him thrusting back into me, as slowly as he had
promised.

It didn’t take long
for him to establish a rhythm. And though he was careful not to hurt me, I
could still feel every inch of him sliding into my pussy. I bit my lip and
worked with him, moaning softly at each deep stroke when he touched bottom
inside me. I loved the hard press as he filled me and the way the broad, blunt
head of his cock kissed the mouth of my womb each time.

But the thing that
made our lovemaking so unforgettable was that the entire time he was filling
me, Victor was looking into my eyes. I might have been sucked into bad memories
of the past but he never let that happen. He never let me go, never let me
disconnect. He kept me in the present with him as he made slow, deep,
deliberate love to me, his body thrusting into mine and his arms wrapped
protectively around me.

Every breath I took
seemed to draw him nearer. I felt filled by him and not just below. His warm,
masculine scent of fur and sunshine in the forest filled my senses and the look
of protective concentration his face filled my heart.

No one had ever made
love to me like this, so slowly, so tenderly, so thoroughly. I felt like every
bit of his attention was completely focused on me, like every ounce of his
concentration was going into making sure I felt good. Our foreheads were
pressed together, our eyes locked as his body moved within mine.

I had never felt so
loved.

I don’t know how long
it lasted. Only that the pleasure inside me was building to a peak again when
Victor said, “I think it’s time, baby.”

“Yes.” I tilted my
head to give him easier access. “Go on, Victor,” I whispered. “Bite me—I want
you to.”

“I’ll try not to hurt
you too much,” he murmured in my ear. And then I felt his hot mouth on the side
of my neck and the sharp, delicious pain as his fangs pierced my flesh.

The feeling of him
penetrating me both above and below at the same time seemed to do something to
me. Something hot.

“Oh, Victor,
oh,’
I
gasped and arched against him, tilting my pelvis to get more of him inside me
as he sucked at my throat. I loved the feeling of my blood rushing into his
mouth while his cock filled my pussy. The intense, overwhelming sensations were
suddenly too much as our long, slow journey reached an abrupt, intense
climax—at least for me. Sobbing his name, I scratched at his back as my orgasm
overtook me.

I could feel my inner
muscles contracting around him, squeezing him tight as my body urged him to
come with me, to join me in pleasure. At any minute I expected to feel him
throbbing inside me, filling me with his cum. But that didn’t happen. Instead,
Victor pulled away from my neck and looked into my eyes again.

“Taylor,” he said, his
voice a deep, needful growl. “I want you to bite me.”

* *
* * *

Victor

“What?” She looked at
me uncertainly and I hoped I hadn’t gone too far. But whether I had or not, I
couldn’t stop now.

“Bite me,” I repeated.
“Take my blood. Do it now.”

She shook her head.
“But…but I thought we were broken up. I thought that was how you wanted it.”

“It’s not,” I said
recklessly. “I never wanted to lose you, baby.
I love you.”

“Oh, Victor…” Her face
was still flushed and her eyes were bright from coming. I thought I’d never
seen anyone so beautiful, so desirable in my life. “I…I love you too,” she
whispered and I thought she might cry.

“Drink from me, then,”
I urged her. “Do it, baby. Let’s reform our bond. I want you in my life—I want
you forever.”

“I want you too.
But…are you sure?” Her eyes looked troubled. “You know how vampires get when
they take blood and make love at the same time. I might get…a little out of
control.”

“I can handle it,” I
assured her dryly. “I can handle
you,
baby. So go on…” I bared my throat
for her, giving her the sign of submission. “Bite me,” I growled. “Get those
hot little fangs in me
deep.”

Taylor’s eyes grew
wide and then she struck. I gave a low groan as I felt the sharp little points
of her fangs dig deep into my vulnerable throat. My cock surged inside her and
my hips started to move double time.

Taylor wrapped her
arms and legs more tightly around me and caught my rhythm, impaling herself
eagerly on my cock, meeting me thrust for thrust as she sucked my neck.

Suddenly, I couldn’t
take it anymore. My balls were tight with the need to come and the wolf inside
me was howling that we had to claim her now—to claim our mate. Somewhere
deeper, I felt the beast agree. Taylor was ours—mine. And I had to mark her,
had to claim her so that she stayed mine forever.

I grabbed her hips
tightly in both hands and brought her forward, pumping into her as deeply as I
could. And then I felt myself exploding—flowing into her. My blood, my seed, my
life force—everything that was in me was filling her up.

At that point
something amazing happened. I felt a warm, golden glow start somewhere in my
abdomen. Soon it began spreading to the rest of my body. It healed the brand on
my cheek—I could feel the flesh there mending itself, knitting together as the
mark of the brand smoothed away. But even better, I could feel the glow of
power healing the hole in my heart—the empty socket that had been left behind
when Taylor had broken our bond wasn’t there anymore. It was healed—filled in
completely.

Filled with her.

It felt wonderful—like
a chronic pain I had somehow learned to live with was suddenly gone. Like my
heart was whole again. Because it was.

“Taylor,” I whispered
hoarsely, stroking her back. “Baby, do you feel that?”

She retracted her
fangs and licked my neck to seal the punctures before looking at me.

“Yes.” Her eyes were
bright. “It’s back, Victor. Our blood-bond…it’s back.”

“More than a blood-bond
now,” I reminded her, kissing her fiercely. “It’s a life-bond now.”

She looked worried.
“Is that…are you all right with that?”

“Of course, I am,” I
promised her. “It’s what I wanted all along. It’s fucking
perfect
.”

“Victor,” she
murmured, her eyes wet with tears. “I love you so much. I’m so glad you feel
the same way.”

“I never stopped
feeling it,” I whispered, kissing her gently. “You’re mine, baby. Mine forever
and I’m never letting you go. Never.”

Chapter
Thirty—Taylor