Summers, Jordan (24 page)

“Slide onto your knees and grab hold of the tub.” His
voice sounded strained as his hips jerked against her ass.

Lily did as she was instructed, grasping the tub as
Richard thrust into her from behind. Goosebumps prickled her skin at the new
and exciting position he’d placed them in. He seemed to reach deeper,
stimulating a spot inside her channel that increased the building pleasure-pain
sensation. Lily groaned and threw her hips back meeting Richard’s upward
stroke. They both gasped, then Richard growled. He clasped his hands onto her
hips and dove deep, spearing her with his cock.

Water sloshed from the tub, splashing onto the floor,
but neither cared as their skin melded, again and again. Feverish moans of
ecstasy filled the room, punctuating their joining. Lily could feel his heavy
sac hit the back of her thighs with each thrust, pounding, claiming. Richard
slid one hand around until he could reach her nub. He circled once and Lily’s
world crashed around her in a haze of delicious rapture. Her body quaked and if
not for Richard, her knees would have given out.

Richard plunged faster, driving his cock in deeper.
With a groan, he followed Lily into the abyss, pumping his fluids into her
channel.

Panting he sat back, taking Lily with him. “We better
get out of here before we shrivel up.” He laughed.

Lily stood on shaky legs and let Richard dry her off.
They stood in front of the fire, warming their already heated skin. Her gaze
darted to the bed and back to his face. He gave her a knowing smile.

“We shall get there in a moment.”

She stifled a giggle. “Am I that obvious?”

“Only anxious, as am I.”

“Are you going to bite me?” Lily took a deep breath and
held it.

Richard’s gaze pinned her. His cock began to rise as if
they’d not just reached completion moments ago. “When the time is right.” His
face held a promise of desire and something more.

Lily exhaled then reached out and took Richard by the
hand, leading him to his bed. She pulled back the rich emerald-colored linens,
exposing the soft sheets below. Before he could help her up, she yanked him
forward, twisting at the same time. Richard went down on the bed, landing on
his back taking Lily with him, laughing all the way.

Lily found herself spread across Richard’s rock hard
body, his shaft digging into her hip. She shimmied until they were flush against
each other. All laughter stopped as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Their
warm breaths mingled between them before being inhaled once more. The rise and
fall of his chest, the press of her nipples to his, the meeting of the crisp
curls framing their sex all became a moment frozen forever in Lily’s mind.

“What now?” she whimpered as her body’s needs took
over.

He brushed her golden hair from her face. “Now I
worship you, as you should be worshipped.” Richard rolled, pinning Lily beneath
him.

He slid down her body in search of her hidden treasure.
When he’d seated himself between her thighs, Lily’s legs thrown over his
shoulders, he looked up. “You have no idea how much I love tasting your pussy.”
As if to show her, he leaned forward and swiped her folds with his tongue.

Lily groaned, trying to keep eye contact, but it proved
difficult.

“I want you to watch as I plunder your bounty.”

She nodded, propping an extra pillow beneath her back.
Richard’s tongue plunged deep inside her wet channel. Lily cried out and
gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white. He didn’t break eye contact
as he swirled his tongue around her clit. He flicked her nub and it sent waves
of pleasure rolling through her. Lily mewed and bit her lip to keep from
dropping her head back against the sensual assault.

Like a man possessed, Richard laved and suckled,
whisking her pussy with his tongue. Lily’s nipples stabbed skyward, throbbing
in time with his motions. Her legs trembled and her lungs heaved. He was a
consummate lover—nibbling and palming, pinching and squeezing, controlling
every movement, every response. Her skin flushed a rosy pink a second before
Lily erupted in a torrent of emotions. She screamed out, as the intolerable
pleasure turned to a dizzying explosion. Tremors racked her as she came hard.

Lily dropped back onto the pillows as she floated back
to earth. Richard stayed between her legs, lapping at her cream, like a
contented cat. “You are amazing,” she uttered breathlessly, looking up once
more.

He smiled against her curls then rose above her like a
powerful predator. The element of danger still clung to him despite his
nakedness. He prowled forward rising over her on all fours. “Do you remember
the first time we did this?”

She smiled. “Vividly,” she licked her lips.

“Are you sure you want to take this to the next step?”
His face was hard, showing no emotion.

Lily realized he braced for her answer. Could she
really go through with this? Could she let him bite her? Would it really cause
immense pleasure? The answers to those questions had already been answered,
every time their bodies merged, their minds met, their souls entwined.

“I’m sure.”

Richard sighed, his body shuddering from the release of
tension. “Just relax. Let me love you.” He lowered his weight onto her, resting
most of it on his elbows.

He stared down into Lily’s eyes, his mahogany hair
falling about his face. He looked like an archangel with his pale skin and dark
features. He lowered his head until his lips were but a breath away,
enticing—coaxing. Lily leaned up meeting him, their mouths melding. It only
took a moment for the embrace to turn ravenous.

Soon their tongues danced and twirled, dipping and
twisting. Lily flamed. His cock lay heavy and thick against her belly. She
needed him inside her. Yet he hesitated. Her hips undulated in invitation,
rocking out a motion known long before man could speak.

Richard stilled her movements as he fed from her mouth,
expertly drawing on her desire, stoking the flames. Her nails dug into his skin
as he positioned the head of his cock at her molten entrance. Lily was in a
frenzy as he kissed his way down her jaw to her ear. He teased the lobe,
nipping and licking until she felt the tension pull tight in her body. Richard
slipped the crown of his cock into her pussy. Lily went wild, tugging at him,
trying to get him to thrust deeper.

He seemed to know when her nerves could take no more,
for he drove home, sinking his cock and his fangs at the same time. Lily
shrieked, as white-hot pain swallowed her for a brief moment, before releasing
her back to pleasure’s grip. Her body convulsed beneath him, slammed by a
powerful orgasm.

Richard closed his eyes and drank. The pulls at her
neck matched the thrusts of his cock as he rode Lily with a voraciousness he’d
not known existed. Just as he’d remembered, her blood was tangy and sweet, yet
subtly different than any other he’d ever tasted. Her life fluids flowed into
his body revitalizing him, but it was more than that, much more. She sated him,
as only a bloodmate could. She was his other half, his missing part.

Lily walked across the floor, her steps silent on the
rug. The sheet from the bed, secured around her body, tucked in at her breasts.
Richard stood naked, staring out the window. She approached, snaking her
fingers around his chiseled waist. He tensed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, turning him to face her.

Richard’s face was a mask, completely devoid of
expression. “There’s something I must ask you.”

Lily swallowed hard, before nodding her assent.

“You know I love you more than life itself, right?”

“Y-yes.”

He reached out and grabbed her hands. “And you know I
want us to always be together.”

“Yes.” She licked her lips nervously.

He exhaled, his breath heavy from his chest. “The only
way we can be is if you choose to join me.”

Lily frowned. “Join you? I don’t know what you mean.” A
disturbing thought niggled at the back of her mind.

His gaze bore into her. “Yes you do,” he whispered.

Lily took a step back, pulling the sheet tight around
her trembling body. “I don’t know if I can do it Richard,” she pleaded.

“You don’t have to do anything unless you want to. I
will not force you.” He closed his eyes and his head fell back.

Lily stared at his perfect face, taking in the slight
lines around his eyes. She didn’t know if she was brave enough to allow Richard
to
embrace
her. If she did this,
there would be no turning back. Could she live with the fact they’d never have
children? Never see the sun again? She didn’t know. She stared out the window
at the darkness below.

The thought of aging while Richard remained the same
left her feeling cold. She didn’t want to be without him—ever. Could she do
this? Accept his gift and curse? She glanced back in time to see Richard
staring at her, his obsidian eyes intense, waiting.

Lily released a heavy breath. The man before her was to
be her husband. The man she loved more than life itself. There was no her
without him. She looked up into his face and tried to smile. She hoped it
belied more confidence than she actually felt.

“Are you sure you want to be my bloodmate?” Richard
raised his hand as if to touch her, but stopped short.

Lily met his gaze. “I’m sure.”

Richard nodded, then scooped Lily up in his arms. She
gasped in surprise. He walked the few steps it took to reach the bed and gently
laid her upon the covers. He pulled the sheet away, then he followed her down,
blanketing her body with his own.

His kisses were slow and languid, as if savoring the
feel of her lips. He drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking. Lily moaned at
the delicious torture. Richard’s mouth trailed across her cheek, finding her
sensitive lobe area with his teeth. He nipped and nibbled, drawing an answering
wetness between her thighs with each inhalation.

Her hips started moving of their own volition, rising
up to meet his hardening cock. She wanted him inside of her, stroking, driving,
riding her to the edge of oblivion. Lily grabbed his head, drawing it down to
her aching nipples. Richard laughed but let her guide him. He sucked one bud
into his mouth, milking the nerves with each swipe of his tongue. She wriggled,
pressing her breasts against his scorching heat. When he pinched her other
nipple at the same time, Lily arched beneath him, her channel flooding with
moisture.

“I can’t take much more.” She tugged at his hair. “I need
you inside of me, Richard.”

He continued to lave and suckle her nipple as if he
hadn’t heard her, taking special care to caress the underside of her mounds. He
released her nipple and slid his hand down her body, massaging her skin every
few inches. Lily felt as if she were going out of her mind. No matter how many
times he made love to her, she still craved his body. He’d created an
insatiable hunger that she realized would never be quenched. Richard had
somehow bewitched her. That could be the only explanation.

Richard fingers found her wetness, circling the tiny
bud hidden amongst the dewy curls. Lily almost came off the bed when he pressed
down sending nerves zinging through her body.

“Please, Richard,” she begged.

He looked up from her breast. “Please what?” he asked,
plunging two fingers inside her wetness.

Lily shrieked, bucking her hips, wanting his cock.

“If you don’t tell me how will I know what you need?”

She panted, unable to catch a breath. “You know what I
need. You can read my mind or so you’ve told me.”

He laughed. “That’s true, but it’s not near as much fun
as hearing it from your lips.”

“Grrh.”

“Are you growling at me, my love?” His voice came out
as a strangled rumble.

“I-I want you!” she gasped.

“Mmm… good, but what do you need?”

“Please!” His thumb circled her pearl once again. Lily’s
nails bit into his shoulders.

“All you have to do is tell me.”

“I want your cock inside of me now.”

“My pleasure.” Richard licked her nipple.

He plunged inside of Lily before she had a chance to
realize what he was about to do, his cock filling her up to the hilt. He
stretched her channel, claiming her once again, like he had so many times
before. Lily ran her fingertips over the straining muscles of his back,
following his rhythm as he thrust deep, stabbing at her heart. Her mind turned
to porridge when his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath
her golden curls. Richard pressed down at the same time he drove forward
sending Lily spiraling into the void.

“I love you,” came from his lips in staggered staccato.
His movements grew frantic as he neared completion. “Tell me you love me, too.”

Lily grasped his head bringing his mouth to hers.
Richard’s body stiffened, his hands grasped her shoulders, as his mouth
devoured hers. Convulsing he drew his lips away from her and sank his fangs
into the tender skin at her breast. Lily screamed, as she came again. The
throbbing between her legs matched the draw of his mouth on her nipple. Within
minutes, she was unable to keep her eyes open.

“I love you, too,” she murmured as her heart stuttered
to a stop.

Tonight Lily had given herself freely. She’d walked
into his embrace with open arms and open eyes, not once looking back. Lily had
given Richard the greatest gift anyone could ever offer, the gift of love.

Epilogue

A week later, Richard and Lily were married in a small
sunset ceremony, although unusual the haut ton gathered nonetheless to see the
elusive Earl wed. Few remarked on the shortness of the ceremony, because it
only lengthened the time of celebration afterwards. Fewer still noted the
paleness of both bride and groom as they strolled down the aisle accepting well
wishes from the who’s who of
London
.