Crimson Debt: Book 1 in the Born to Darkness series (20 page)

“Of course you can. But I think it will be
easier to reach you if you’re on your back.”

Before I could protest, he had flipped me
over again and pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my calves
were hanging over the side.

“Corbin!” I exclaimed, but he was already
kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading me wide.
“Stop this—I’m not hurt there!”

“Yes, you are. Look.” One long finger traced
my outer pussy lips again, which
did
look a little puffy and
red. Could his hand have landed there while I was struggling?
Even if it did, this is
not
a good
place to let him put his mouth.

I looked at Corbin. His fangs
were
out
but there was also a look of contrition in his eyes.

“So soft and sweet,” he murmured, nuzzling
his slightly scratchy cheek against my inner thigh. “So delicate. I
have to heal you, Addison. Please.”

“Well…” I bit my lip. “All right but
just…just heal me and then let me go.”

“We shall see.” Leaning forward, he placed a
hot, open mouthed kiss on the right side of my pussy. I clenched my
hands in the green and gold bedspread and tried not to jump as the
sexual tingle of his healing magic went to work on me. Corbin
kissed the left side too, taking his time, being extremely
thorough. Then he went back to the right side and then the
left…

“Corbin…” I muttered through clenched teeth.
I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. My pussy felt hot
and wet and swollen and my clit was throbbing with need, yet he was
only kissing my outer lips. God, I was going
crazy.

At last he looked up and this time the
remorse in his eyes had been replaced by lust.

“You’re very wet, Addison,” he murmured,
spreading my pussy with his thumbs. The motion exposed my slippery
folds, my pink inner pussy glistening with my juices as though to
illustrate his point.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “I…I can’t help
it.”

“I can’t help it either.” His eyes glowed
almost silver in the dim light. “I need to taste you.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You don’t
mean my blood, do you?”

“You know I don't. I need to taste your
pussy. Need to lick your sweet little cunt until you come for
me.”

I was torn between lust and fear. It wasn’t
that I’d never had a man go down on me before—it had been one of
the favorite activities of the guy I’d been sure I was going to
marry in grad school. He wasn’t very good at it, or else, maybe I
just wasn’t that into it, but that was beside the point. To let a
vampire
do it—that was skirting dangerously close to pretty
scary territory. Letting Corbin kiss me and heal me was all well
and good. Taking things a step further was something
else—especially if something happened to trigger his bloodlust as
he was tasting me. If Corbin’s control snapped, I was dead meat. I
had seen the gory results of vampire/human sex that had started
with much less erotic scenarios than the one we were currently
enacting, at least to hear witnesses tell it.

Vamps were able to control themselves through
the most elaborate glam-sex fantasy and, as long as the sex was
purely mental, there was no problem. But once you got the other
senses involved—especially scent and taste—things were likely to go
south in a hurry. Fuck-lust and bloodlust is a lethal
combination—lethal for the human involved, anyway. What Corbin was
asking me was tantamount to sticking my hand—or some other very
sensitive part of my anatomy—into a lion’s mouth and hoping the
lion would rather lick than bite.

Besides, hadn’t I already sworn to myself in
this very room that I would never put myself in this position
again?

“Corbin, after what almost happened last
time…”

“Last time I was thirsty but tonight I have
already had your blood. My bloodlust is satiated and well in
control.”

I looked at him uncertainly. His eyes were
filled with desire, the pupils dilated to a drowning black and his
mouth was half parted to show those sharp, deadly fangs. Frankly,
he looked hot. Hot and extremely dangerous.

“But I can’t…I’m not able to, uh, finish that
way,” I said, still trying to think of an excuse.

“I can make you come, Addison. I
need
to make you come.” His voice was a soft growl.

“Oh,” I whispered. His words seemed to make
my whole body tighten and I felt like I was blushing everywhere.
“But—”

Corbin didn’t let me finish. He leaned
forward and captured my mouth. The kiss he gave me was gentle but
urgent. His fangs scraped lightly against my tongue but never drew
blood. Finally he drew back and looked me in the eyes.

“Trust me,” he breathed, so softly I could
barely hear him.

It was crazy and wrong but I couldn’t help
myself. It had been a very long time since I’d last had sex and the
orgasm he’d given me the night before only seemed to whet my
appetite for more.

“All right,” I whispered at last, searching
his eyes with my own. “Just don’t hurt me.”

“Never.” He laid me back on the bed and
propped a pillow under my ass, elevating me and making me feel
extremely exposed. Then he positioned himself between my spread
thighs and took a long moment just looking at me again.

I understood he was probably trying to calm
and center himself but I was beginning to feel embarrassed all over
again when he finally leaned down and pressed an almost chaste kiss
to the top of my mound. Then he locked his arms around my thighs,
holding me open for him, and took a long, slow taste of my
pussy.

“
God
.” I moaned. Despite the pleasure
he’d given me with his fingers the night before, it was nothing
compared to the feel of his tongue. His mouth was warm and wet and
he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, unlike a few other guys
I’d been with. You know the kind—who only go down if they think
they have to or they’re going to get something in return? It wasn’t
like that with Corbin. It was as though he was sampling a fine
vintage of wine and loving every minute of it. Of course, I was
pretty sure he was getting off on my reaction too because his eyes
never left mine as he continued those long, slow licks.

“Do you like it when I taste you? Do you like
spreading your pussy for my tongue?” Corbin murmured, keeping me
pinned with his penetrating gaze. Between the dirty talk, he
continued to lick me as though I was his favorite flavor of ice
cream. I shivered uncontrollably as a new wave of desire swept
through me. His mouth was hot and hungry and his tongue was
extremely talented.

“Corbin,” I gasped, “
Please.”

“You taste so good, Addison. So sweet. So
soft and creamy under my tongue. I can never get enough of
you.”

I moaned as he licked me again, this time
paying special attention to my clit. The tip of his tongue danced
around it and then he sucked it into his mouth for a special
session of erotic torture. I was already incredibly sensitive from
the way he’d healed earlier and I almost felt like I could tilt
over the edge again immediately. But then Corbin stopped, holding
me off.

I groaned in frustration and reached down to
bury my hands in his thick, blond hair. “Why did you stop? You’re
driving me
crazy
.”

“I am taking things slowly.” His eyes flashed
as he looked up at me from his position between my thighs. “It has
been a long, long time since I have felt the intensity of desire
that you cause in me, my darling.”

I understood that he was holding himself
back, trying to be careful. But at the same time his gentle
approach to going down on me was driving me out of my mind.

“It’s all right,” I told him breathlessly.
“You…you’re not hurting me. I can barely even feel your fangs.”

“Because I am doing my best not to draw
blood.” He leaned down and rubbed his cheek against my leg, making
me moan again. The dark blond stubble on his jaw scratched the
tender skin of my inner thigh in just the right way, sending sparks
of excitement through my entire body.

“Please, Corbin, I trust you,” I whispered,
stroking his hair. “Please, I need…I need to come.”

His eyes flashed again, this time with lust.
“You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that. And to
hear you call my name when you come.”

“I’ll say it again and again if you want,” I
told him, my need completely overcoming my fear. “Just, please,
don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he growled softly. “I won’t stop
until I feel you coming for me, Addison.” Then he leaned down and
pressed his mouth to my open pussy, enveloping me in his heat as he
penetrated me with his tongue.

I moaned and arched up to meet him. The feel
of his tongue inside me, filling me, fucking me, was incredible but
I needed more direct stimulation to reach the peak. Corbin seemed
to realize that because he moved back up and sucked my clit into
his mouth again. At the same time, two long, strong fingers took
the place of his tongue and then he was thrusting deep inside me as
he sucked and licked my pussy, making me crazy, making me come for
him.

“Corbin,” I gasped, as what felt like a tidal
wave of pleasure crashed over me. “God, Corbin, yes!”

I felt his growl of lust through my entire
body as he pressed even harder against me, his fangs two sharp
points bracketing my clit as he lapped and sucked and fingerfucked
me over the edge. The pleasure was enormous—intense—and for a long,
long moment I lost myself in it completely.

I forgot that what I was doing was dangerous
and illegal and that I had told myself I didn’t even like the man
who I was doing it with. I even forgot that Corbin was a vampire,
someone I could never really have a relationship with—I just wanted
to feel close to him, to let the seductive power of the pleasure he
gave me erase everything else but the two of us together as he made
me come.

But at last the pleasure ebbed and I lay
there panting, my hands still buried in his hair. Corbin looked up
at me, a little smile on his sensual mouth.

“Delicious,” he murmured. Slowly and
deliberately, he licked his lips.

“I’m glad you think so.” I could feel myself
blushing. “I didn’t…I’ve never been able to, uh, come like
that.”

“It has to be done properly and by one who
truly enjoys it.” He kissed my inner thigh. “And it helps that as a
vampire, I don’t really have to breathe and my jaw never gets
tired.”

“Right.” I gave a little laugh. “You could
probably go on all night like this, couldn’t you?”

“Why?” His eyes gleamed. “Would you like me
to? Are you ready to come again, Addison?”

I bit my lip, feeling suddenly nervous. “I…I
don’t think so. I’m surprised you were able to make me, uh, come
that way in the first place.”

“It wasn’t all my doing,” he murmured, giving
me a little smile. “You had to trust me enough to lose
control.”

I sighed. “Yes, well, you’re certainly good
at making me do that. I can’t believe I let you, uh, do that, after
what almost happened last night. I promised myself I’d never get
into this situation again.”

Corbin got up on the bed with me. I scooted
over to make room for him.

“The most difficult promises to keep are the
ones we make to ourselves,” he murmured, turning on his side to
face me. “Tell me, Addison, are you tempted to break any more
promises?”

“What kind of promises?” I shifted uneasily.
We were lying face to face in bed now and our conversation felt
strangely like pillow talk. And as weird as it was to be having
pillow talk with a vampire, it felt oddly
right
too in a way
I couldn’t explain.

“Oh, I don’t know…” Corbin trailed one long
finger over my shoulder and down the curve of my waist, making me
shiver. “Promises about who you will love, perhaps. Who you will
trust with your heart.”

“Corbin…” My shoulders got tight and I felt
the throbbing behind my eyes that signaled a tension headache
coming on. We couldn’t talk about this now—we just
couldn’t
.

“Addison,” he mocked lightly, returning my
frustrated frown with a little half smile. “We do not have to speak
of it now if you don’t wish but I want you to think about
something: I saw into you when your shields were down. I know that
you care for me much more than you want to admit.”

“That’s…not true,” I whispered. “I hardly
know you.”

“You know me in ways no other has in
centuries,” he murmured seriously. “You know me well enough to
trust me.”

“Not true.” I shook my head.

“Oh, yes.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “If
you do not trust me, why did you allow me to glamour you? If you do
not trust me, why were you able to come so sweetly while I lapped
your soft little cunt?”

His hot, dirty words made me blush and
squirm. I was desperate to change the subject.

“Speaking of you glamouring me,” I said,
looking away. “Who was that girl I saw in your mind? The one with
hair like mine holding the baby and crying?”

Corbin looked suddenly serious. “Ah, her.” He
sat up swiftly and drew his legs up. He rested one arm on his knees
and looked into the fireplace across the room. There was no fire in
it tonight, only some glowing embers. I thought he looked sad.

“Yes, ‘her,’” I said, sitting up as well. Now
that I had broached the subject, I found I really wanted to hear
what he had to say about it.

Corbin sighed and then was silent for a long
time. Just as I was about to give up on getting the story out of
him, he spoke.

“She was my wife—for a little time, anyway.
We were married less than a year before I was born to
darkness.”

“Oh?” I frowned. “And how did that
happen?”

“I did not volunteer for it, I can tell you
that,” Corbin said grimly. “She who made me passed through my part
of the world and took a liking to me. She did not care that I had a
young, lovely wife I was desperately in love with. She wanted to
kill Janet but I wouldn’t let her—well, I begged her not to,
anyway. I was only a fledgling, all I could do was beg. Finally she
agreed to let Janet live.”