Don’t get me wrong, I want to be jumped, but not by him. No, I want my husband, really, really badly.
I send Ramon on his disappointed way, with a bulge in his pants that makes my eyes water and wish that I suddenly wasn’t shy about with whom I have sex. I strip off and look in the mirror at my totally changed body and then turn away from it with a pout. I climb onto the bed, just as CK comes back in, giving me raised eyebrows and a questioning glare.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I say to him with a smile. “This is all for you.”
His face relaxes and he closes the door, making his way to me in an instant. “I hate to ask,” he says, lowering his eyes before continuing, “but may I?” He reaches out to trace a finger down the long line of my neck and I sigh in happiness.
“I want nothing more,” I say to him.
He wastes no time in losing his own clothes and crawling up onto the bed with me. I turn into him as he presses his mouth to mine, engaging me in a kiss so sweet and tender, I melt in his arms. His tongue swirls against mine and he makes that delicious purring noise that sends a flood of desire coursing through me. He lifts over me, bracing himself on either side of me and then gives me that smile that I have always thought was made just for me.
“It’s not going to work this way, is it?” he asks lightly.
I glare down at the protrusion between us and shake my head. “Nope,” I agree.
He falls off to the side and brings my back tight up against his chest. I can feel how much he wants me when his engorged cock presses against my butt. I open my legs for him and draw his hand down to cup my pussy.
“Mmm,” he murmurs in my ear as he slips a finger inside. “So wet.”
“Just for you,” I murmur back, and he sighs but doesn’t say anything. I want to tell him that I only want him forever, but I know my head has been turned by this precious moment with him and that it won’t be true tomorrow. He removes his hand from me, and I feel his fangs graze my neck. He nuzzles me, his hand going to my breast to tweak my nipple. I hiss as one of his claws catches me, but he doesn’t apologize so I assume it was intentional. A small reminder of who he is and what he can do.
Then his fangs sink into me with a quick, sharp bite that makes me moan in delight. “I love you,” I gasp as he suckles deeply on my neck, drawing in my blood.
Suddenly, he pulls away and delves his fingers back into me, his thumb going to my clit to manipulate an orgasm out of me that makes me scream his name.
“That’s it, my sweet,” he growls. “Tell them all who makes you come like this.”
With a grunt, he impales me on his cock, drawing my hips back and onto him in one swift motion that has me creaming him as I pant.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out.
CK pounds his hips against me, lifting my leg up so he can bury himself even further into me. I grip the pillow for balance as he hammers into me with everything that he has. I come again, pulsing around him, but he doesn’t stop to let go himself. He keeps on going. Thrust after thrust until I can’t take it anymore. I am shaking with the effort of taking him this way, the sweat is plastering my hair to my head, my muscles are going slack, but still he manages to coax another orgasm from me that makes me shake and shudder next to him as I almost weep his name now.
This is when he lets go. With a loud roar, he tenses up and floods my body with his seed, pressing himself as close to me as he can get as he spurts into me again and again in a victorious orgasm that doubles up and I know that I did that. I gave him the high that he has chased for centuries but can only ever reach with me. He may have tried to prove a point with me, but I am the victorious one and in my haze of sweat and tears, I smile through the strands of my hair as he sighs with bliss, burying his face into my hair as he lovingly strokes his hand up and down my outer thigh.
“I love you so much,” he whispers. “I need to keep you safe. Both of you.”
I turn into him and caress his face before I plant a light kiss on his perfect lips. “You will, always and forever.”
“We have much to do before we can finally be free,” he murmurs. “I will do everything that I can to make sure that happens, Aefre. I want it more than anything.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
He nods at me, knowing that I have given him my blessing to do exactly that. Everything that he can. I am done caring about everyone else and feeling guilty. It’s time I started looking out for me and my children. And these threats against us are just not acceptable.
“Good girl,” he says to me, knowing the conclusion I have come to. “Rest now, my sweet love.”
I nod sleepily back and murmur, “Check in on Delinda for me,” before my eyes close and I am out for the count.
Ponte, Italy, October 2014 - Devon
He has no idea where to go. He doesn’t feel welcome here in this castle. He never did. Probably because he never has been. He climbs the steps of the dungeon where he is keeping his Feeder well out of the way of his sire. It is a pure coincidence that she looks like Elizabeth. She was just the first one willing to come with him, but Lizzie won’t see it that way.
He
slowly makes his way to the only room where he feels comfortable, which is her old bedroom. He cringes when he hears her cry out in ecstasy from her bedroom down the hall and ducks into the room as quickly as he can, banging the door closed behind him in a useless effort to block out the noise.
The curse of Vampire hearing.