Awakened (Vampire Awakenings) (19 page)

He turned the light off and laid her on the bed. Even though there was no light, he could see her in perfect, beautiful detail. Her body began to tremble in anticipation as he spread her legs and began to kiss her delicate inner thigh. His eyes locked upon hers as he levered himself between her thighs. She stared at him with a mixture of fear, and anticipation, as he parted her folds with his fingers and bent to her.

Pleasure soared through her as he pushed his tongue inside of her. She wound her fingers into his hair as he lifted her, and pulled her tighter against him. His hand rubbed gently against her hardened outer nub as his tongue dove ever deeper. She was like molten lava and sweet honey rolled into one. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably and she cried out as sparks of pleasure shot through her. He drove harder into her and her body arched against him as he savored every drop of her sweet juices.

He pulled away, leveling himself over her as he captured her mouth again. She lay trembling beneath him, sated, and yet still aching for more. For all of him. Her hands wrapped around his back as she lifted herself against him. He teasingly rubbed the head of his hard shaft against her. She moaned and arched more frantically as she begged him with her body to take her. He couldn’t resist her anymore as he drove into her with a loud groan. She cried out loudly as he stretched and filled her with exquisite heat. He pumped hard against her as his passion and desire made his body more urgent.

She met his urgency with her own as she rocked against him. Her hands clung to his sweat slickened back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him deeper into her. She relished in the feel of his hard body against hers. He left a trail of kisses across her face, her ears, her breasts that caused her blood to heat everywhere that his mouth touched.

When he moved away from her neck to kiss her ear, she gently captured his head with her hands, and guided it back to her neck. “Sera,” he gasped in her ear. “No.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

His body was stiff and trembling as he waged an inner battle with himself. A battle that she was going to win. She dug her hands into his hair, refusing to let him move his head away from her neck. She wanted this, she needed this, and she was going to get it. She had to know what it felt like. She eased him closer to her; his breath was warm and ragged against her throat. She felt a moment of trepidation steel through her but she refused to give into it.

“Please Liam,” she begged. “I need to know. I need to feel.”

Slowly, he began to move within her again as he slid in and out. She lifted herself to take more of him into her as she held his head firmly in place. She moaned, her hands clenched tighter in his hair as she turned her head to allow him better access.

She could feel his need; feel the hunger that drove his body fiercely into hers. Yet, he still resisted. “Sera...” he groaned.

“Please Liam!” she gasped.

Even if he wanted to fight her, he couldn’t anymore. He could smell the sweetness of her blood; hear it pounding through her veins. It was too tempting, and she was so willing. He wanted her in every way. He needed to taste her, to have her. Suddenly he felt like a wild animal, needing to mark its mate as his, and only his. With a fierce cry of possession, he sank his teeth deep into her neck.

  She let out a startled cry, her hands tightened as pain blazed through her. She struggled against it for a moment, but then it began to fade, and an overwhelming mix of emotions filled her. She could suddenly feel his overwhelming pleasure as he drank from her, and moved within her. She could feel his thoughts, his desire, his love, and his need. Delight spread through her body as she realized that she was helping him, that she was joining with him, and that they were one. She was satisfying a deep hunger that pulsed throughout him, and burned in his veins.

She moved harder against him as his ecstasy spread throughout her, and his need became fevered. His urgency drove her to primitive levels that she never knew existed, and never dreamed that her body and mind could reach. Her nails clawed into his back as her body exploded from within. Shivers of delight ripped through her, causing her to arch high, and tighten around him as her body shook with unending waves of ecstasy. She felt his orgasm rip through him, felt his pleasure as it poured from him into her mind and body.

He pulled slowly away from her neck and looked breathlessly down at her. His mouth was tinged with blood, her blood, and there was a look in his eyes that took her breath away. It was a wild look, a hungry, frenzied look that revealed the thing inside of him. But his eyes were also filled with a love so intense that it melted her heart and made it impossible for her to look away from him.

She suddenly realized why he had never fed off of her. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. He was afraid that whatever was inside of him would take control, and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. She also realized just how hungry he was, how badly he needed blood.

She let out a slow breath as pain for him bloomed in her chest. He touched her face gently as the wild look slowly left his eyes. “Do I scare you?” he whispered.

She wanted to tell him no, but she couldn’t. “Yes,” she admitted. “And no.” She stroked his cheek gently as she sensed the pain that her words had caused him. “I know you would never hurt me,” she whispered softly. “But...”

“But, you can’t help but be afraid,” he finished for her. “I can understand that. Just as long as you know that I would never hurt you.”

“I know that,” she assured him. She continued to stroke his cheek as her eyes searched his gorgeous face. She ran her finger over his lips and wiped away her blood. She held it before him, and he took it into his mouth, gently sucking on it. “You’re not feeding well,” she said softly.

He released her finger. “It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not. Why?”

He shrugged and dropped his hand away from her. He slowly eased himself out of her and propped his head on his elbow so that he could stare down at her. “Sera...”

“If it’s because of me...”

“It’s not because of you,” he assured her. “It’s just...”

“You feel guilty,” she said as realization dawned on her. She felt a sharp sense of guilt, along with relief. She had thought that he also enjoyed being with other women, even if he wasn’t sleeping with them. Now she realized that he didn’t enjoy it, that he felt as if he were betraying her, and he was depriving himself because of it.

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed her softly.

Her breasts brushed lightly against his chest as she reached out to stroke his cheek. “Of course I worry about it. I worry about you. I admit that it bothered me, but I realize now that it’s something you have to do to survive. I don’t want you depriving yourself because of me.”

“I’m not, really.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel it in you; your mind was in mine. I could feel your desperation, your need. Don’t lie to me about this.”

He sighed as he caught hold of her hand and dropped a quick kiss on it. “I’m not lying. Granted, I’m not feeding as well I used too, but I can handle it. Okay?”

She studied the hard planes of his face and the firm set of his jaw. “Yes,” she said grudgingly. “Does your mind mingle with everyone?”

He smiled as he began to stroke her shoulder and down toward her breast. “No,” he said as her body began to respond to his touch. “Only if I let it. I always keep my mind shut out of theirs, and theirs shut out of mine. It keeps them from knowing what’s going on, and I don’t care how they feel.”

His finger gently stroked her nipple and teased it back to hardness. “You knew what I was feeling too?” she asked, her voice husky with pleasure.

“Uh huh, every thought, every sensation.” His hand skimmed along her body, and down between her thighs. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She hadn’t thought it was possible after everything that she had just experienced, but her body was beginning to ache again.

His lips traveled down her neck, and then up to her ear. “Good,” he murmured as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Did you?” she breathed, as he pushed her slowly down and lowered his body over hers.

“Immensely.” His hands traveled over her body as his eyes burned into hers. “Do you want to try something else?” he asked as his fingers slid into her.

She stared into his eyes as her body came alive with electricity, and desire. She ran her hands along his back, feeling the tautness of his skin, the sweat that still coated them both, and the texture of his muscles. “What?” she asked, her voice choked with passion.

“You can taste me,” he said as the demanding movement of his hand caused her to moan softly. “Not enough to change you, but enough to let you inside of me again.”

He kissed her neck slowly as his tongue flickered out to brush against her flesh. “Do you want too?” he groaned.

He lifted his head to look into her eyes, kissing her softly, as his hand slipped away from her. Her body tingled and ached for his touch. But it was the hopeful look in his eyes, the fierce longing in his gaze that made her want to do anything for him. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want as much of you as possible.”

He lifted himself from her and stood up. She admired his naked body as he opened the closet door and searched quickly through his bag. He grabbed something and came back to her. His body glistened with sweat and his hard prick pulsed in the dim light of the room. He moved with the elegance, and grace, of a powerful jungle cat.

A shiver of pure desire, and possession, ripped through her. This big, powerful man was all hers and she was never going to let him go.

He slid in beside her, his eyes intent upon hers as he slid on top of her, teasing her slowly with his hard penis. His eyes locked onto hers as he put whatever he had grabbed on the pillow. His hands skimmed down her body, and back up to her face as he slid slowly into her. He touched her adoringly as his eyes burned passionately into hers.

Her immense love for him was consuming her as she kissed him, touched him; loved him with her heart and body. He made love to her slowly, caressing her, enjoying her, and making her ache all over with need.

He had never tasted anything so sweet, so wonderful. Her blood flowed through his body, burned in his veins, and made him stronger. He wanted all of her, everything, and he knew that he would never be able to get enough of her. Her hands roamed all over him as she learned every aspect of his amazing, perfect body.

“I love you,” she whispered. 

“I love you.”

She could feel her desire mounting as he moved languidly within her. He reached over the pillow and slowly brought out a knife. She watched nervously as he made a small slit at the base of his throat. Blood welled against his beautiful skin and began to flow forth. He gently guided her mouth to his neck and pressed her against him.

The blood was warm against her lips, metallic in her nostrils. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly frightened and unsure. His hands tensed upon her hair as he waited breathlessly. She could sense how bad he wanted this, how bad he needed it. She wanted to cry for the loneliness that she felt in him. She couldn’t deny him this. She could deny him nothing.

“Liam,” she murmured before opening her mouth to him. His hands clenched even tighter as his blood trickled into her mouth. It was warm and surprisingly sweet. She closed her mouth around him, and began to drink deeply, sucking on his skin as she reveled in the taste of him. He moaned as he held her tighter, urging her to drink deeper, and to taste more.

His body began to move faster with his urgency. She drank deeper, her body alive with pleasure as the need building within her reached a fevered level. She moaned as she clung tightly to him, wanting more of him, needing more as his blood, his body, and his mind filled her. She felt the fierce possession that he felt for her, and she knew that he would never let her go, that she was his. At one point in time that fact would have frightened her, instead it only served to arouse her further. He may think that she belonged to him, but he also belonged to her, and she was never going to let him go.

His mind begged her to take more, to have it all. She responded by biting harder on his neck, and causing a fresh surge of blood to fill her. He moaned and pounded into her, grasping at her body frenziedly as an animalistic need overtook him.

Her body arched against his with the same wild need as his blood, and mind, overtook her. She was suddenly like a crazed animal that couldn’t get enough. She would never get enough. She wanted all of him in her. Their actions became uncontrollable as their bodies ground together, and their minds whirled.

Her body exploded in a blur of pleasure as lights filtered across her eyes. He cried out and thrust hard into her as his body found its sweet release. She held him gently, continuing to taste him, and love him, and wanting desperately for him to feel her love like she felt his.

“You have to stop,” he said softly. It took her a moment to realize that his words had not been spoken, but were floating into her mind.

She didn’t want to stop though; she didn’t want him to leave her. She wanted to stay like this forever, feeling his love, and the peace that it brought her. He rubbed her head gently as his own aching need spread into her body. Along with his fear.

It was his fear that finally made her pull away. She expected to feel a huge sense of loss, but she didn’t. As she stared at him, she knew that she would never feel alone again. That she had found her home, and she would never lose it.