Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (11 page)

I popped the button on them and slowly eased his zip down. Damien seemed reluctant to go along with that being done by remote control and slipped a hand down the inside of his jeans, shielding his engorged shaft from potential injury.

As soon as the zip was undone, I eased them down just enough to let that magnificent cock of his free. Holy hell, it was impressive. I’d never seen one so big, straight, so damned beautiful and with piercings. Bloody hell, he would have suffered a great deal of pain at some stage to make things incredible for the women who came and went in his life, not to mention to benefit himself. Being vampire I bet they’d been plenty of them, and with him being a real man whore, he probably would have an impressive number of notches on his bed, if he’d ever kept a tally. When I finally raised my eyes from his cock, he was still against the door, still pinned there by my powers that held him.

“I want to touch you. Let me touch you, undress you. Dammit Flame, don’t mess with me. I need to fuck you.” He growled, his expression darkening with his mounting frustration.

“You will, but when I’m ready. I need time to look first, check out what I’m getting into here. See what all the fuss is about.” I smirked.

“Fuck you woman. Come a little closer so I can touch you. Please babe, I need to touch you.” He was starting to look desperate, almost unsure of himself as he stood, pinned to my bedroom door, shirt off, jeans open, cock out and straining hard towards the ceiling, the lights glinting off the assortment of metal that adorned it.

It was time to put the poor man out of his misery, sort of. Slowly, my eyes locked on his, I hooked the waistband of my singlet top and peeled it off my body, leaving me naked from the waist up. I heard Damien groan loudly with what I suspected were need and frustration. I didn’t normally put a man through this much torture but he had to pay first. I wanted him to pay for so easily moving from me to Chloe last night, despite the vampire thing, and I wanted him to see that I meant it, when I said I wasn’t the type of woman to hand over the reins to the man in the bedroom.

I could be submissive, occasionally and I wasn’t normally as aggressive as I was being with him, but I needed him to understand he hadn’t won. Just because I had given in and agreed to fuck him, didn’t mean he’d won. This was not my surrender. This was my acceptance that we needed to fuck, but that was all. I wasn’t going to become one of those needy little women who couldn’t function without a man. I wasn’t looking for happily ever after, and I sure wasn’t looking for it with him. I’d be a fool to think there was a chance of that with him. He was vampire and I wasn’t. I would grow old and die; he wouldn’t. I liked my life anyway, never staying in one place too long; never letting anyone get too close.

I pulled my thoughts back to the present and saw the poor bastard was watching me, his face contorted, desperation in his eyes. I popped the button on my shorts undone and began to slip them down my hips, revealing the tiny white thong I was wearing.

Damien groaned again and when I raised my eyes to his, he had his cock in hand and was pulling on the thing with slow, lazy strokes. I hooked my fingers in the elastic of my thong and peered at him through my lashes, my hair tumbling over one eye as I smiled at him.

“No, NO!” He cried out, his voice hoarse. “Don’t take it all from me, please, let me touch you. Let me see if you’ve wet, if your cunt has soaked your panties, please.”

Fuck his words, his tone were hot, and if I wasn’t already soaking my panties, I just did. I had to concede he looked licked. I could be aggressive but I couldn’t be that cruel. He wanted something from me; he wanted to touch me. Well, I could give him that, and see if the man knew what he was doing.

I walked towards him, my eyes locked on his but when I was almost up to him, his gaze dropped to my breasts and with a hand that I could see was shaking slightly, he grabbed my nipple between his thumb and fingers, pinching it hard enough to make me gasp. Instantly it hardened and he shifted his attention to the other one, pinching it too, just hard enough to make me suck in a shaky breath.

He bent forward and sucked first one nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving it, swirling around it, gently licking and sucking it. Each lick, each pull of his lips on the hardened peak sent a sharp stab of pleasure through my pussy, causing the muscles to clench. My body was alive with sensation, the throbbing between my legs becoming more and more intense. I was needy and desperate for that huge cock to fill me, to relieve the ache in my body.

“Enough.” I cried when the pleasure started to become too much. I was eager to come but not like this, not standing before him. I wanted more, I wanted him in me.

I reached out, needing to touch that cock, to feel it, to test the weight of his balls on my palm. I wanted to flick my nails over those piercings and see if he liked that, and when I had him right where I wanted him, then I would let him touch me again. He wanted to see if I was wet? Fuck, I was so wet it was nearly running down my legs.

When Damien saw what my intentions were, he released his cock and pressed his palms flat against the door. I could see his body tense as I reached out, and when I finally curled my hand around him, which wasn’t easy since he was so big, he tipped his head back, his eyes closing, and let out a sound like he was in pain. With my attention focused on his expression, I slid my hand down him, so slowly, and back up again, my fingers catching on his piercings which resulted in him jerking, and his knees buckling slightly. His face twisted in reaction to my touch and as I watched, his fangs descended.

I stared at him fascinated, trying to watch his face, trying to watch that magnificent cock in my hand; the way the skin slid marginally within my grip, the veins standing out along its length, the head red and swollen and as I watched, a bead of pre cum welled to the top, hung there for a moment and tipped over, slowly running down towards my hand. I slid back up, scooping it up as I headed towards those piercings and I felt that small trace of moisture cool and wet under my hand as I rubbed it into his skin.

That was one of the surprising things, the lack of heat to him. Ok, he wasn’t cold, just room temperature I guess and silent. Apart from his groans, moans and the assortment of growls he made, there was no heavy breathing, nothing like that. I on the other hand was already struggling with the desire to pant, and the man had barely touched me yet.

I slid my hand up and down him one more time, stopping to tug on the metal rod which pierced the head and I smiled when he cried out, another bead of pre cum weeping from his cock. “Damn you Flame, you’re killing me.”

I laughed softly. “Aren’t you already dead?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re right but only you could kill me twice babe, now let me touch you, since you won’t release me from this fucking hard door.”

I stepped closer and reached up to touch my lips to his. He groaned, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head and he pulled me into him; his lips forcing mine apart before stabbing his tongue into my mouth, licking over me, caressing me, kissing me with all the pent up desire I could feel in him.

I felt his other hand push between my legs and I shifted, widening my stance, gasping against his mouth when he pulled my thong to one side before parting my slick folds, and thrusting two fingers into me. He began to fuck me with them, driving them hard inside me. His movements were almost violent, primal and I responded to his less than gentle touch by soaking his fingers with more of my juices. Oh fuck if he kept that up I was going to come and I was going to come spectacularly.

Damn him. A part of me wanted him to be bad at this. I wanted him to be the loser I accused him of being, but I knew he wasn’t going to be. Nothing about this stunning man was even remotely close to being a loser, but at the same time, I couldn’t let him close, I couldn’t let him in. I could let him into my body but no way in hell would I let him into my heart.

“Oh god babe you’re so fucking wet. I want you, fuck I want you so much. I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside you soon. Will you let me off the fucking door? I can’t fuck you like this, not unless you’re prepared to let me do you up against the damned thing.”

“Bed.” I gasped. “Get on the fucking bed.”

“Stop trying to fucking control me.” He ground out and yanked suddenly on my thong. I heard the material tear and saw the remains of my panties tossed to the floor. He grabbed me and suddenly it was me up against the door. His lips nuzzled into my neck and I felt those magical fingers of his working away on me, rubbing over my painfully sensitive clit before plunging back inside me. He was unrelenting, building me up and up until with a loud cry, I started to come, my back bowing off the door; my fingers digging into his arms as I fought to stay on my feet. The pleasure was intense, surging through me, possessing my entire body, leaving me unable to do anything but hang onto him as I trembled and shook, my muscles clenching his fingers, drawing them into me deeper, my hips moving, grinding down on his hand.

While my muscles contracted and the pleasure still radiated through me, he lifted me, until I was up against the door. Instinctively my legs curled around his hips and I tightened them, yanking him against me, just as he drove up and into me.

“HOLY FUCKING HELL!” I screamed when he pushed into me. Even with me so wet and I was drenched; it was still a shock accommodating the sheer size of him and those amazing piercings.

I felt the jerk as the heavy metal bar breached me first, followed by the scraping of each one of those studs around the head of his cock as he entered me. I let out a shaky breath, trying to relax as he filled me, my body stretching more and more, struggling to accommodate him. Still he pushed into me, still filling me, until it started to sting from my delicate tissues being stretched to their limit. I’d never had someone as big as him before and fuck if he wasn’t going to split me in half.

Just when I wasn’t sure I could take any more, he thrust again and slid the rest of the way home. He was so big, I could feel each and every one of those piercings scraping my sensitive flesh. I cried out and that cry became a scream when he bumped up against my cervix and finally stopped moving. He was in me, buried deep, or as deep as my body would allow.

Holding me, his arms cradling my ass to keep me up against the door, he buried his head in my neck and stood there, not moving, thankfully giving me time to adjust to the sheer size of him.

I could feel myself fluttering around him as I shuddered through the last of my orgasm. Damien shifted his weight, and the marginal shift of him inside me, made me clench, tightening even more, triggering a few small aftershocks.

“Are you ok babe? You’re so fucking tight. I mean…fucking...tight. When was the last time you fucked; with a man not a piece of plastic?”

I sighed. Did we have to be having this conversation while he was inside me and I couldn’t get away? “Over two years.”  I mumbled. “No fucking comment ok?” I warned him and he grinned as he stared into my eyes.

The smile on his face faded and he simply stared at me. I wasn’t good with that kind of close scrutiny and I turned my head away but he shifted me higher up the door, leaning into me to hold me while he used one hand to turn my face back to him. “Don’t hide from me babe, not while I’m still inside you.” He shifted his hips and I gasped at the feel of him rubbing against me, in me.

“You talk too much.” I complained. “You act like the big stud but less talk more action Mr.”

He laughed, the movement of his body sending the nerve endings in my pussy into overdrive again.

“Whatever the lady wants.” He whispered and pulled back, slamming into me so hard, I shrieked as my back was rammed against the door. He repeated the movement, over and over and I cried out with every thrust of his hips. I swore at him as every movement of that massive cock of his inside lit me up, turned me on that little bit more until I was nothing more than a mass of quivering nerve endings.

I could feel myself building towards another orgasm and still he kept fucking me, not showing any sign of breaking. Damn him, his control was phenomenal. He was hard as iron, he’d been hard for hours and although his face was a picture of lust and desire, still he kept fucking me, not letting go, not giving into his body’s demands.

I cried out again as a second orgasm slammed through me. I gasped and moaned; shuddering and raking my nails over him, tearing at his hair, hearing his growl of pain, but I couldn’t stop. Damn him but it was too much, he was too much. Sex with him was everything I had hoped it wouldn’t be; it was fucking unbelievable.

Finally when I thought he was never going to let go, he stiffened, his big body shuddering. He buried his lips against my neck and I felt his fangs graze my skin, making me shiver; was he going to bite me? I braced myself for the pain and when he bit down, I screamed with the agony of it as his fangs broke through and into my vein. Fuck it hurt, it really hurt, but as he started to drink from me, the pain left and pleasure filled me. I hadn’t expected that at all, I never thought that it could feel like this to have him bite me. Fuck, it was intense, it was overwhelming. It left me quivering and quaking, the pleasure building until my entire body was in the grip of something that was overwhelming. Fuck it was too much, it was too intense, I was going to fucking come again. I screamed loudly and came apart, squirting, soaking him, and feeling the flood of my release run from me and down him.

He growled against my neck as he fed, the vibration making me shiver. His hips moved restlessly, driving him in and out of me a few more times before I felt his cock jerk. His whole body shuddered and he gave one more thrust before beginning to release deep inside me. His cock was huge, filling me completely, and as full of him as I was, I could feel every single pulse, every shot of cum as he emptied up against my womb. He filled me, he flooded me and still he came. He came until it flowed from me and we both listened to the sound of it dripping on the carpet, and still he came.