Caressed by Night (9 page)

Dimitri shoved himself away from the door. He had to get out.

He had to get away from her. A good body-dropping, lust-destroying workout is what he needed before they continued this discussion.

“Where are you going?”

“The gym…for a run.”

He spun and threw the doors open.

“Wait!”

Against his will, his body froze. “I should go.” She was off the bed. “No.”

He closed his eyes, his senses spiraling out of control. He could feel her coming towards him. He could hear the breath leaving her lungs and the blood flowing through her veins. The scent of her arousal was so strong he could taste it. God, she was sweet.

“You have been through enough today,” he said. “I do not want to take advantage of you.”

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Her fingers brushed his shoulder. He shuddered and jerked away.

“Don’t leave.” Her voice was low, sad, and filled with longing.

Dimitri silently cursed and slowly turned back to her.

“I must.” His words were denial, even as hunger glowed in his eyes and lust radiated from his body.

She took a step forward. She could feel the heat coming off his chest. Her tongue ran over her upper lip, her eyes locked with his, and Dimitri groaned.

“You’re a good man, Dimitri.”

“I am a vampire,” he snapped, revealing his razor-like fangs.

“You could have taken advantage of me earlier in the garage, but you didn’t. You have saved me twice and you could take my blood anytime you like, but you won’t.”

Kerstyn closed the space between them, placing her palms on his pectorals, caressing the firm muscles of his chest. She raised herself up on her toes, her lips a breath away from his.

“You make me feel things.” Her fingers moved up his neck, tracing his jaw. “You are absolutely mesmerizing. Captivating.” Her hands tunneled through his damp hair. “When you touch me, it feels as if my body is glowing and I’ve never felt this way before now.” Leaning forward, her breasts pressed against his chest while their lips remained a whisper apart. “I want you, Dimitri.”

“Kerstyn,” he whispered painfully, achingly. His last attempt to refuse her, but God, he wanted this. He needed this. He needed her. He needed her love, her warmth, and her passion. He needed her to take the cold away, to melt the ice surrounding his dead heart.

“I want you to take me.”

Unable to resist her invitation, he crushed her to him, his mouth claiming hers. The world fell away and all that existed was the two of them. He devoured her sweetness, feeding on her desire.

He gripped her hips and ground himself against her core. Her moan of pleasure pushed him even further. Wild, untamed passion
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boiled his blood. Her hands slipped to his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles.

Dimitri had her on the bed in a flash of movement, never releasing her lips or her hips. He held her captive beneath him, his hard chest pressing down on her.

Kerstyn was bathed in heat. She needed to escape her clothing.

She needed to feel his naked form against her. She tugged on the waistband of his shorts before Dimitri captured her fingers, drew her arms over her head, and imprisoned her wrists with one hand.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he attacked her throat, kissing, nipping, and sucking his way down to her slender shoulders, her collarbone. His free hand slipped under her shirt, up her side to caress her breast, his palm teasing her hard nipple.

“Take my shirt off,” she moaned.

Obliging, Dimitri released her arms, lifted his torso, and peeled her shirt off revealing creamy mounds with rose-pink tips. Kerstyn cried out as his mouth closed over her nipple. With each strong pull of his lips, each stroke of his tongue, each gentle nip, there was an answering rush of liquid heat as her body beckoned him. She ran her fingers through his hair, before he caught her wrists again. She groaned in protest, then gasped when he captured her other nipple with his lips.

Dimitri’s hold on his sanity was cracking. He wanted to feel her fingers skip across his skin, her nails run down his back, but he was too far-gone and he feared he would lose complete control if he allowed her access to his body.

His touch was light as he drew his fingers back down to her hips, pressing his palm flat against her belly, filling the space between her hipbones, holding her in place as his lips followed.

Kerstyn writhed as he moved his mouth down her stomach to where his hand rested leaving behind a trail of flames. With one hard tug, he pulled her flannel bottoms and black panties down her smooth, long legs.

“Sweet heaven,” he breathed.

His heart stopped at the naked perfection of her. The scent of her arousal was so strong, filling his lungs, feeding his lust. Releasing her arms, he ran his hands from her ankles, over her legs, up the inside
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of her thighs, over her hips, to her breasts. His thumbs brushed her nipples as he dropped his head.

She restlessly rubbed her legs along his sides as he rained kisses up her inner thighs, his teeth tenderly nipping her. His tongue found her core and Kerstyn’s body arched, her cry of ecstasy caught in her throat. His mouth moved with a frenzy of raging hunger, his lips and tongue teasing her, sucking on the tip of her sex.

Kerstyn came hard and fast, her muscles seizing, her hips rocking against his face. His name was ripped from her lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with a low, warning growl. He wasn’t finished.

She closed her eyes against the terrible pleasure. Flames consumed her as another orgasm claimed her. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her blood pounded through her as more heat and aching need filled her. She wanted him inside her. Needed him inside her. Filling her. Stretching her.

Dimitri blocked everything out, focusing solely on the taste, the feel, and the scent of her sex. He swallowed. The beast within him roared. She was his. All his. And he would make her come again and again to prove it.

When he finally pulled away, she was lost, delirious with pleasure. She couldn’t move, her limbs were heavy, her breathing rapid. Dimitri’s eyes captured hers as he slipped from the bed. He kicked off his shoes and let his shorts drop to the floor as Kerstyn’s eyes glazed over and she swallowed hard. His erection was rock-hard and enormous.

Dimitri sank back down on the bed. Shifting his weight, he covered her. He scooped her up, his large hands spanning her back, pressing her to him. His touch was strong, demanding, and gentle. He held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, crushing her breasts to his chest. Shivers of excitement danced across her skin as she spread her legs, hooking her ankles around his hips as he lowered his body down to hers.

He pressed his hips forward and she felt the head of him, velvet and blunt, against her entrance. He pushed inside a little, then a little more, slowly stretching her. She was so deliciously tight. He gritted his teeth, even as ready as she was for him, he knew he was an invasion.

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Kerstyn closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him. She wiggled her hips, urging him to go further. She ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, arching her back, taking him even deeper into her body. She did not notice the resistance her body gave, but he had and, with his mind, he swept aside her pain. A moan vibrated in her throat as he completely sheathed himself within her. She felt him shudder and opened her eyes. He loomed over her, his mouth open, his fangs elongated from his pleasure. He was…beautiful.

Dimitri took her hand and pressed her fingertips against his mouth. He felt the thrilled shiver run through her as her fingers touched his fangs. A low growl filled the room and he began to move, that hard part of him stroking her.

The rhythm was slow at first. His teeth clenched as he tried to hold onto his self-control. He dropped his head down into the fragrant curve of her neck. Her breasts burned his chest as her thighs set fire to his hips. Her nails scraped his shoulders, her back arched, and her whispered pleas sang in his ears.

Raising himself back up, lifting his upper body from hers, he began to surge into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. Him. The vampire within him roared its pleasure. Every thrust grew faster and harder, her breasts bouncing from the force. The deeper he drove into her heat, the wilder her response.

Kerstyn’s elegant fingers wrapped about his thick wrists like silken shackles as his thrusts began to inch her up the bed. She gasped for breath, the sweet, new tension building in her core with every thrust, the fiery friction between them a seemingly endless torture.

“Please…Dimitri…please…”

Her orgasm slammed into her, filling her core, racing through her. Her body convulsed, her slick, velvet muscles clenching his shaft.

Dimitri could feel every ripple of pleasure take her as if they were his own. No longer able to hold back, he pushed himself up on his knees and gripped her hips holding her off the bed as he buried himself deep within her over and over. He was so hard, so swollen with his seed. Her silken, wet heat sucked on him as his name was ripped from her lips again. He tossed his head back, his hips pounding forward. His orgasm erupted, pouring into her, filling her. He collapsed into the cradle of her body, his breath harsh and ragged. Aftershocks rolled over him, continuing his pleasure.

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When the last shudder released him, he rolled to the side, and wrapped an arm about Kerstyn. He brought her up against him, her head resting on his shoulder. Her fingers danced across his chest, circled one nipple, then the other before he captured her hand and kissed her knuckles.

Kerstyn pressed herself as tightly to him as possible, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his dark scent. Never in her life had she ever felt so blissfully happy and content.

She should be horrified with what she had just done and would have been if she had given her virginity to anyone else. Peace. Perfect peace was what settled in her chest when they had finished.

She stretched. Her muscles ached.

“Sore?”

“Yeah,” she moaned as she slowly sat up, her hands massaging her inner thighs.

“I should have been more gentle with you. I was a brute to take you in such a way your first time.”

She huffed, “I’m tougher than I look.”

Dimitri brushed his fingers down her back causing her to shiver and sigh with relief.

Kerstyn straightened and looked over her shoulder. “Weird,” she said thoughtfully, “I didn’t notice any pain when you entered me.”

“I wish you to feel no pain.”

“Okay…meaning?”

“I removed your pain. As I did now.” He pushed himself up and off the bed. “Would you like a shower?”

Kerstyn took the hand that he offered and allowed him to lead her into the black, marble floored bathroom. He started the water and Kerstyn stretched her arms over her head. Her muscles were no longer tight. She had never felt this good or this loose, not even after a yoga session.

She winced as she realized what he had meant by “removed the pain.”

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“You literally took my pain away?” she asked.

He nodded in answer and stepped into the shower, positioning himself under one of two rain showerheads.

Kerstyn had to shake her head to free herself of the awe that gripped her. Dimitri was now experiencing her pain. The tightness of her muscles had been minor, nothing she couldn’t handle.

She watched him move about under the water, thin rivers flowed over his shoulders, down his arms, and cascaded down his chest. If he had taken her pain, she could not tell.

Kerstyn blushed after she caught herself staring at his golden nakedness with her mouth open. He was perfect. Not one scar. Not one physical imperfection. His shoulder-length blond hair darkening as it became wet.

Focus!
“Thank you,” she said as she joined him, shutting the glass shower door behind her, “but I’ve experienced soreness before, like after a good workout. It’s no big deal.”

“And I have endured much worse pain. As you said, ‘it’s no big deal’.”

She rolled her eyes at his macho-man statement and wet her hair.

“Were you a Viking?” she asked.

“No. Why?”

“Just another question on my list. You look like what I imagine a Viking would: tall, stacked, blond, and dangerous.”

“I’m much older than any Viking,” he chuckled.

She nodded.
Yep, figured that would be the answer
. She took up his shampoo.

“Allow me,” he said, taking the bottle from her.

Kerstyn turned around and hesitantly tipped her head back. She had never showered with a man and no one, besides her hairdresser, had ever washed her hair. He massaged her scalp with his strong, gentle fingers and her eyes rolled back.

“Mmm.”

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He directed her into the water to rinse.

Forcing her brain to work, she asked, “Any chance you’ll tell me how old you are?”

Dimitri lathered her hair with conditioner and stepped back, allowing her access to the water.

“I do not know.”

He seemed to retreat from her as he took up his bar of soap and began to rub it over his arms.

“You don’t know if you’ll tell me?”

His hand freezing for a moment, the soap momentarily came to a rest over his right pectoral.

“I do not know how old I am.”

His voice had been low and she detected a hint of sorrow. She turned to him, reaching out she placed a gentle hand on his bicep. She wanted to say something, but words escaped her. Sleep was beginning to tiptoe across her mind, slowing her thoughts. This insane day was finally catching up to her.