Nikolai: A Dark Light Novella (Dark Light #2.5) (13 page)

“Niko,” she whines against my mouth, her insides still pulsing with aftershocks. “That was…you are…
uh!”

My cock lies against her thigh, throbbing with virility and harder than it’s ever been. Amelie’s petite hand reaches between us and grasps it, causing my whole body to go rigid. I groan as she begins to run her fingers over my length. Even with her inexperience, it feels good. Every touch, every stroke, feels like heaven.

“That’s right, baby. Just like that,” I rasp, thrusting into her palm.

Together, we fuck each other with our hands. My fingers stretch her pussy and plunge deeper and deeper while, she fists my dick from root to tip, her movements growing more confident. When we’re both flush with need for more, I slowly move to position myself between her legs.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, looking down at her with concern.

“Yes,” she nods. “I’ve wanted it for so long …”

I frown. “You have?”

Amelie nods and cups my cheek. “Seeing you with all those women, seeing what a skilled lover you are … I wanted that. I wanted to wear the same looks of pleasure as they did when you were inside them. I wanted it bad. I’d wake up and sometimes I’d…” She turns away, and her cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Tell me,” I whisper, turning her face back to mine. I ease down and take a nipple into my mouth, hoping to coax the truth out of her.

“Oooh,” she moans. “Yeah, uh, mmmm…I’d wake up throbbing. And wet. I’d ruin my panties.”

“Fuck,” I say, imagining her so timid and disheveled with sleep, her pussy slick with desire. Desire for
me
. “That’s so sexy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.” I remove my fingers from inside her, glistening with wetness. She watches as I spread her sweet juices all over her breasts, leaving them sticky with the evidence of her need for me. I lower my mouth to her swells and lick them clean, careful not to waste a drop.

“Now,
that’s
sexy,” Amelie says, her voice raspy.

I work my way up to her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She sucks it with eagerness, just as turned on by the act as I am. When the tip of my cock teases her entrance, she jerks, but doesn’t stop me. Still, I pull away. I know she wants this, but for some reason, something inside me won’t let me just plunge into her, and bury myself balls-deep inside those tight, wet walls. I’ve never experienced this … restraint - this feeling of doubt. Amelie has been waiting for this moment for years. I have to make this good for her. I have to make this special.

“Wait.” Just as the hurt begins to creep on her face, I brush my thumb against her swollen bottom lip and smile. “You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, baby. I want to make that dream come true. Tell me about it. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

A blush paints Amelie’s cheeks, and she shakes her head. “I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

“I promise you, you have no reason to be embarrassed. We’ll take it slow, ok? Tell me - am I on top of you, or are you on top?”

Amelie bites her lip and the blush deepens to a deep scarlet. “I’m on top,” she whispers.

Before she can blink, she’s straddling me as I lay beneath her on my back. Her heavy breasts bounce at the swift movement. “Done. What else?”

“Um, you’re kinda sitting up. Your arms are around me and your face…your face is…” She looks down at her nipples that seem to harden on her unspoken command. Again, I position myself in a blur of movement, eager to do whatever she desires.

“And now?” I ask, sliding my hands up her back.

“And now…now you would grab my ass and lift me up, before easing me on top of you,” she breathes, with a newfound, sexy confidence. “And you would suck my nipples and kiss me so I’m ready for you. And when you get all the way inside me, we’d hold each other tight, while we move together.”

I stare at her with bewilderment, so willing to do as she pleases, yet almost afraid of disappointing her. As if sensing my reluctance, she slides my hands down to her ass, her own hands shaky and damp with nerves. And I realize that she’s not the only one giving herself tonight. She isn’t the only virgin. I may be the furthest thing from pure and virtuous, but I am offering something to Amelie that I have never given another. I am embarking on a monumental first, just as she is.

“Together, ok?” she whispers, kissing my lips. “We can do it together.”

I nod and deepen the kiss, before trailing my tongue to her breasts. I suck hungrily, flicking the nipples in the way that makes her body shake and her pussy clench. She moans and pulls my hair, yet pushes my face deeper into her bosom. She rocks on my dick, slickening it with her wetness, telling me that she’s ready.

Hell yes. Ready for
me.

Gripping her ass, I lift her slowly, positioning her over my thick cock that stands tall and proud. I let the head tease her swollen entrance, and I can feel her insides already quivering.

“Look at me,” I demand gently. Amelie complies, the topaz in her eyes gleaming brighter than I have ever seen. She smiles at me, and again, I feel like I am dancing on the sun. “You are so beautiful, baby. And I’ve waited too. I’ve been waiting for this too.”

Agonizingly slow, I ease her down, thrusting upward slightly at the same time. Amelie cries out, and buries her face in the crook of my neck, her nails digging into my back. I pause.

“Look at me, baby.” When Amelie complies, I see there are tears in her eyes. “We can stop if you want. We don’t have to do this. Or…or let me help you. Let me take the pain away.”

“No,” she sobs, shaking her head. “I want this. And I want to feel all of you. The pain, the joy, the fear…all of you. I don’t want to be numb for this. I want to feel all of you inside me.”

Proving to me that she means every word, she resumes the slow descent onto my cock, her snug pussy nearly sucking me into her body. She grimaces with pain but doesn’t stop, and honestly, I don’t want her to. Even the inch of me that has torn through the barrier of tightness feels fucking incredible. Warm and wet, hugging me, squeezing me. I tangle my fingers in her hair and kiss her deep, inching up into her as she forces herself down. I swallow her cries of pain and replace them with whimpers of pleasure, as I tug her sensitive nipples.

We freeze in place, gazing at each other in wonder, as I pulse deep inside her. I want to move, but then again, I don’t. I just want to savor this feeling of complete and utter happiness. I just want to remember every single detail and hang onto it forever. I can’t explain it, but I know this very moment is pivotal. It’s like I am supposed to mentally record these emotions running through me. I’m supposed to memorize the feeling of Amelie’s body on top of mine, humid with sweat and heated desire. I am supposed to remember her scent of wildflowers and brown sugar mixed with a tinge of blood, signifying the gift she has given me. I am supposed to commit every moan, sigh and whimper to memory. I know it. I just don’t know why I know it.

“I feel … so full,” she whispers.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, bracing for her reaction.

“Yes. But it’s not so bad anymore. It’s nothing compared to how good it feels. How good
you
feel.”

I slide my hands up and down her back, eager to touch every part of her inside as well as out. “I’m going to move, baby. You feel so fucking amazing; I need to feel more of you. Is that ok?”

“Yes, Niko,” she nods, closing her eyes tight. “I want to feel more of you too.”

I guide her hips in a slow grind, and we both moan, completely overwhelmed at how perfectly I fit inside her. Amelie is stiff at first, but as she stretches to accommodate me and the pain subsides, she begins to get into it, circling her hips and ass while pulling at my hair. My mouth never leaves her body, never tasting enough, feeling enough. I’m addicted to every droplet of sweat, just as I am addicted to her tears.

Heat snakes up my spine, shooting into my extremities. Every finger and toe tingles, every inch of my skin sizzles with delicious fire. This isn’t the slight burn I feel when I touch Amelie’s skin that has become so natural to me; this is something different entirely. It’s an inferno of emotion, concentrated and converted into sensation. It floods my veins and attacks every nerve ending, making my whole body tremble with uncontrollable pleasure. The fire begins to burn hotter and brighter, building into a firestorm of unparalleled ecstasy.

We move together faster, harder, hungrier than ever before. Her clit rubs against my pelvic bone over and over, and Amelie’s pussy clenches with every stroke. She’s fucking me, taking me, possessing me. Making me hers forever.

The fire inside blazes out of control, and, before I can stop it, or contain it, it explodes. For the first time in years … decades … maybe even a century,
I
explode. Every muscle cries out, as I spill into Amelie, fighting her fire with my own. She’s right there with me, clawing my back, as she tenses and convulses. Her pussy walls squeeze even tighter, drawing out my orgasm, refusing to let go. She pants and whimpers, and her body sags against mine in exhaustion and complete bliss.

When my muscles have finally unwound enough to move again, I lay us down, me on my back and Amelie on top of me, her body still connected with mine. I kiss the top of her head while my hands caress her sweat dampened back.

“Amelie,” I breathe. Even after what we’ve shared, even after all our secrets have been told, saying her name is still a novelty to me. “Amelie, baby.”

“Oui, Monsieur.” She looks up at me, and smiles, her chin resting on her hands.

“How badly do you hurt? Are you sore?” I know I should keep this moment lighthearted, but shit, knowing that I hurt her, even in intimacy, fucks with me.

“Not sore enough to not want to do it again,” she grins slyly. “But sore enough to know I should wait.”

I lean forward and kiss her cute, little nose, and she giggles. “And yes, I want to do that again,” she adds.

“Me too. Shit, truth be told, I could go again. But you need to heal. Next time, all I want you to feel is pleasure. No pain.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t meet her eyes. “Something the matter?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face.

Amelie shrugs, yet her eyes go glassy and distant. “It’s just … in my dreams, whenever you were with other women, you did something.
Breathing
, I think you called it. And when you did, you looked so … so
hot
. And sexy. Like it felt good to you. And with me, you didn’t. Like maybe there’s something wrong with me? Or maybe it wasn’t as good to you? I mean, I know it was my first time, and I’ll get better, but I…”

I swallow her words in a kiss, refusing to let her speak such blasphemy. When we come up for air, I grasp her face in my hands. “Baby, I would never do that to you, and it has nothing to do with you not feeling good to me. Because Amelie, you do. You were amazing, baby. Breathing is a necessity for my kind. It’s how we stay alive - by literally sucking the life out of others. I don’t have to do that with you, and I won’t, because you already brought me to life. With your smiles, your kisses, your laughter. I won’t take an ounce of that away. It’s what makes me…”

…love you.

The words are right there on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them. I’ve never said them, not even to my parents. Not even to my brother, the only other person who deserved my affection. Love is not something the Dark speak freely about. We don’t say it because we rarely feel it. And when we do, when we capture that rare and precious emotion, we lock it up tight and cherish it. We live for it. We die for it.

Placated with my explanation, Amelie rests her head on my chest, drawing circles with her fingers against my skin. “What’s this say?” she asks, tracing the dark blue ink embedded over my heart.

“My last name. Skotos.”

“It’s beautiful.” Then she leans over and kisses the Greek lettering that signifies my people … my sin. The mark that represents this monster of a man.

We both fall asleep some time later, with Amelie still nestled against my chest. And for the first time, after an immortal lifetime of starless skies and moonless nights, I dream.

Something pulls me out of slumber in the middle of the night. I’m lying on top of the comforter where Amelie and I made love, yet she’s not there in bed with me. She isn’t lying on top of my chest or even curled against my side. No. She’s standing beside me, her eyes ink black and completely shrouded with evil. Her arms are raised above her head, her hands holding a twelve-inch blade.

I roll away just as the knife comes plunging down, sinking hilt-deep into the mattress. Amelie looks at me, her face contorted unnaturally. “You will burn, demon. Everything you love will burn. Heed this warning: Vengeance will be mine.”

She pulls the blade still speared in the mattress and raises it again. I know I can fight her off, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to hurt her. But right now, I’m not facing my Amelie, the girl that just gave me the most sacred part of her. The girl I have given the most sacred part of me. My Amelie is trapped somewhere inside herself, unable to break free. I have to save her. I
will
save her.