“I know,” I say with tears in my eyes. “But I was talking about me getting fat.”
He snorts with mirth at my vanity. “Your paranoia knows no bounds, my sweet. You are growing our child, why would you think that I would be turned off by that?”
“Because you have always said that you didn’t want me to change,” I mutter.
“Into another person,” he says. “This is completely different.”
“Show me then,” I say quickly. He lowers his mouth to mine in a deep kiss that sends the lust firing through me at a rapid rate. “I need you to bite me,” I murmur to him as he grazes his teeth over my lips.
“No,” he says, sternly pulling away. “I did before because I needed you so desperately, but it was wrong. I will hurt you and I will not take sustenance from you when our child needs it.”
Wow. Mood killer much?
“Stop overthinking everything and just do it,” I say in exasperation. “You speak like I am on death’s doors. I still have the Faerie in me. I am still strong.” So, a slight lie, but no one must ever know how weak and pathetic I feel. “I need it,” I add forcefully, and he can’t deny me. I can see it in his eyes how desperately he wants it. He rapidly gets rid of his clothes and leads me over to the bed. He lays me down gently in the middle and then kisses my lips. He traces his lips down my jaw to my neck, where he pauses. He breathes in deeply and I brace myself in anticipation, but the sharp sting doesn’t come.
“Constantine,” I breathe. “Please.”
“Patience,” he murmurs as he trails his lips down in between my breasts.
“Ah,” I cry out as his mouth closes over one of my nipples. He flicks it with his tongue, teasing me so that I wiggle in rapture underneath him. I can feel the twitch of his cock against my inner thighs and I lift my hips up, eager to have him join his body with mine.
He pins me to the bed with his weight then, needing to take total control over me. I let him because I need to feel his strength and dominance. I need to know that when the time comes, if I can’t do it myself, he will protect me against all odds.
He takes his time with me. Caressing me, kissing me, licking me, flicking my nipples with his fingers and tongue, trailing his fingers lightly over my round belly with a soft sigh.
Then finally he delves his hand in between my legs. I am soaking wet for him and he moans appreciatively, as his fingers slide inside me and his thumb presses on my clit.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispers in my ear as I explode with a fierce orgasm from his attentions. “Tell me that only I can do this for you,” he demands of me. “Tell me that what you felt with him was a pretense, nothing more than a means to an end.”
I don’t want to answer that. My traitorous body reveled in Remiel’s touch; it needed it. “Just a pretense,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t know I am lying. “Do not let his words affect you, my love.”
“Mumph,” he mutters as he claims my mouth in a rough kiss. He presses his body against mine and I wrap my legs around him. We need each other now urgently and
it is remarkable when he thrusts inside me swiftly. He hits the spot dead-on and I shudder intensely in his arms as he rides the wave of my pleasure.
“Now,” I scream at him as I arch my back. “Bite me, Constantine.”
He growls at me and rolls us over so that I am on top. I sit up, grinding myself brutally down on him. I ride him roughly for a few moments, enjoying his hooded eyes on me and his hands on my bouncing breasts. Then he sits up and I wait for it. He drops his fangs and I cream on his cock with a loud moan. I pull my hair over my shoulder and tilt my head to the side. He attaches his mouth to my neck and quickly sinks his fangs into me. I cry out with the pain, but then the rush comes: the high of his suckling on me, tugging on my veins, sending all the pleasure straight to my clit.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I thump around him, keeping up the motion of slamming my hips up and down. He grabs my hips to keep me still, but I don’t want to go gently. I want a vicious tearing at my throat, I want his fangs to rip through me and remind me of what I am missing out on. I remove his hands and continue to ride him, feeling his fangs jolt through my flesh. I want him to come while he is feeding from me, I need that for him.
A few seconds later, I feel his body tense up and his jaw tighten on my neck. I scream with the pain and then I feel him flood me. He is purring loudly, and it thrills me that I have made him feel so content. He quickly extracts his fangs and swipes his tongue over my slowly healing wounds.
“Did I take too much?” he asks anxiously, his hands going protectively to my belly.
“Just enough,” I say with a dazed smile. I am as high as a kite from the pleasure overload. I need his body joined with mine for all eternity. I never want to leave his arms, or this bed, or this room. I crave him.
I sit up suddenly, having sunk into his embrace in my drugged-up state. Crave him? I crave him. But not CK, there is someone else I need. Who? I can’t seem to get my brain to work properly. I squint my eyes closed, trying to think, and then I see a face, a man smiling at me and touching me as I lay on my bed in the Underworld house. He digs his talons into my stomach and whispers, “Such raw power,” to me.
My eyes fly open as CK strokes my hair and I come back to myself. I’m not sure where I went then, but I know to whom.
Laurentis.
Chapter 14
CK settles me in bed, pulling the covers up over me. I am shivering and he is panicking. He thinks it is from blood loss, but it’s not that. And I can’t tell him that his real father violated my mind and my body. I don’t even want to know how that would play out. For some reason I didn’t remember it before. Not really. I had a sense of something when I was with Remiel in the Dragon Realms, but now I remember everything with a clarity that I wish wasn’t so. He touched me in places he has no business going and I let him.
I. Let. Him.