Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (31 page)

I continued with my steady rise and fall over him, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as the pressure built up, leading me ever closer to my release. Fabian’s hands shifted to my hips encouraging me, lifting and lowering me as he increased the pace until our bodies were slapping frantically, urgently against one another.

Suddenly my orgasm hit, intense and robbing my brain of all coherent thought as I screamed, arching my back, grinding down hard on him, my inner walls tightening like a vice around his cock.

I heard my name leave Fabian’s lips. It was a husky, urgent cry, just before I felt a warmth began to fill me, as he too found his release. As he came, I watched him, the myriad of emotions that crossed his beautiful face until finally he seemed to sag into the mattress, his body settling. He lay under me, his breathing harsh, his hands sweeping up and down my legs as he stared at me through narrowed, heavy lids.

We didn’t break eye contact for what felt like a lifetime and there was no urgency to move, to do anything at all, as we simply enjoyed the closeness and intimacy of each other’s bodies. When I felt him beginning to harden in me again, I quirked an eyebrow at him and he gave me a lazy grin.

“What can I say my beauty, you make me hungry for you, I can never get enough. No matter how many times I take you, I still want you desperately.” He reached up to brush a strand of my hair back from my face and lingered, his palm cupping my cheek.

“You’re insatiable.” I smiled and Fabian’s grin was instantly gone.

“No Sirene. I was insatiable, now I’m human, and I want you with all the desperation I can feel as a mortal, but you don’t know what insatiable feels like until you are vampire. It burns inside, it eats at you, it consumes you, sex, having sex, being as close to another as you can possibly be and feeding from that life force, that one thing that is needed to keep both human and vampire alive, now that, that is the ultimate, that is what it feels like to be insatiable. This.” He pointed to himself. “This doesn’t even come close.”

My heart sank a little at his words. He was still keen to be vampire again it seemed or at the very least, he was unhappy being human. I think it was only a matter of time before he insisted on being turned back. I wasn’t sure how I would feel if he was vampire again. Although I’d fallen in love with Fabian the vampire, now he was human, it meant we could have a real future together. We could be a normal couple, maybe marry one day, have kids but if he became vampire again, all those dreams would be gone.

“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked drawing my attention back down to him.

I smiled, shaking my head. I didn’t want to get into this with him now. There would be time for that later, preferably when he wasn’t distracting me with his cock which was still buried inside me.

I gave a little wiggle of my ass as I sat on him and Fabian’s eyes heated. He tilted his hips, pushing harder into me and I gasped, feeling the first hint of pleasure that the movement of his cock inside me ignited. Would it always be like this? Would he always be able to make me feel this way? God I hoped so.

Slowly I began to circle my hips, grinding down on him, gyrating in a sensual, pleasurable movement, feeling his piercing grazing me, deep inside. With my hips undulating as I straddled Fabian, impaled on his cock, I lifted my hands to my breasts, cupping them, pinching and plucking at my nipples until they were hard.

My head rolled forward as if suddenly too heavy, my hair falling around me like a curtain and as my tongue came out to circle my lips, my eyes lowered to him. He was watching me, his eyes burning with an answering desire, hands moving restlessly from my hip to thigh, his palms hot against my skin.  

“Fuck you my beauty, you’re killing me.” He groaned before suddenly grabbing my waist and for a moment I thought he was going to lift me off him, but he didn’t, instead flipping us around so I was under him.  “I want you, but I don’t have the patience for some sweet and gentle love making. I need to fuck, and I need to fuck hard, fast and brutally. Do you think you can keep up?” He ground out and I could do little more than nod at him, while my heart began an excited hammering in my chest.

Grabbing both of my hands in one fist, he held them above my head and bracing himself with his other hand, he began to move. His expression was set, focused on a spot beyond me and I could tell he was teetering on the edge of his control, as he thrust powerfully into me. He fucked me brutally, almost savagely, possessing me, owning me, using me, as he drove not only himself, but me towards what I already knew would be another blindingly intense orgasm.

Sweat broke out on his brow and started dripping down on me but he didn’t seem to notice and I didn’t care. Feeling him on me, in me; seeing him over me, fucking me was a beautiful thing to see. He was like an animal, primitive, driven, fucking his way towards that moment of extreme bliss, that taste of paradise, the natural conclusion to sex.

Every surge of his hips, every stroke of his cock in me, drove me closer to that bliss, to paradise. He was building me up, pushing me ever closer, the pleasure rising in me and I moaned as it rapidly grew to something so intense, I feared I would not be able to handle it.

Just as my orgasm peaked, as the pleasure exploded, radiating through me, I cried out, screaming his name, sobbing, my body bucking and shuddering through something so powerful, I think I momentarily blacked out. Through a roaring sound in my ears and the thunderous sound of my heartbeat, I thought I heard something. It sounded like a door opening and closing, followed by a woman’s voice and suddenly there was a woman’s voice, close, really close; it was Fran.

I tensed, unable to control my response despite her sudden and unwanted presence in the bedroom, my body still in the grip of what had been another unbelievable orgasm. When I could finally feel myself coming down from the sensory high Fabian had given me, I opened my eyes, meeting the dark pools of Fran’s as she smirked at me.

I waited for Fabian to order her out of the room, but although he certainly knew she was there, which he proved when his head turned to her, he didn’t stop fucking me, thrusting hard, like an animal. His face said it all. He was too caught up in his own rising pleasure to do anything else but focus on it, and it was apparent in the way he pounded into me, desperately seeking his own release. He wasn’t going to stop, despite Fran’s presence, until he’d come.

“What….the….hell….do…you…want?” He gasped at her, each word punctuated with a thrust of his hips. “You’d…better…have...a …fucking…good…excuse…for...barging…in…here...without...knocking.”

I was torn between being slightly mortified that Fran was now standing blatantly watching us fuck, and surprise that Fabian obviously had no intention of stopping despite her being in the room.  

The more he fucked me, the more turned on I reluctantly became, despite our audience, until finally, with one very well aimed graze of his piercing against my particularly sensitive spot inside, I came apart again. Crying out his name, I shuddered and trembled through my release, overcome by it, but still vaguely conscious of the woman who stood watching us. I felt Fabian tense, before plunging once, twice, hard, really hard and deep into me, and with a loud guttural groan I felt his warmth filling me as he started to come.

He held me tightly, crushing me under his weight, his breath hot and panting against my neck, his heart thumping so hard I could feel it battering against my breast and the frequent twitches through his body, as he emptied all he had to give, into me. When he finally finished, he took me by surprise, suddenly pulling out of me and rolling over to lie on his back by my side. Fortunately dragging the sheet up as rolled, covering us both up from Francesca’s eyes before he glared across at her, obviously not at all embarrassed by her seeing us having sex.

I was too mortified to meet her eyes since I’d just come in front of her unlike Fabian who didn’t seem fazed at all, but then he had been vampire and they were comfortable being exhibitionists on occasion.

“What do you want Francesca? This interruption had better be worth it.” He snapped at her.

“I thought you might like to know that Nicky and Allie are back and wish to continue discussing what will happen now you are no longer vampire.”

He snorted. “I’ll be out soon, just go and tell them I won’t be long. They would do well to not get too comfortable with me being human, it’s only a temporary condition.” He waved dismissively at her. “You can leave us now Fran. Be sure to let Nick and Allegra know I will be with them shortly.”

At his words, my heart sank. Fabian’s attitude was not showing signs of changing, he wanted to be vampire again and it seemed he was not prepared to stay human for me. As hard as it was to accept, a part of me understood how he felt. He’d been vampire for around 600 years. That was a long time and he’d lived a lifestyle that he was accustomed to. He probably had little memory of what it had been like for him before becoming vampire. Obviously his sudden return to life as a human had not been an easy transition for him and despite him appearing to be ok on the surface, that’s all it was, a front, to hide what was really going on deep inside him.

What I had to ask myself was, could I spend my life with him knowing he would always have that wild, slightly unpredictable way about him? Knowing that we could never have a normal relationship that would eventually transition to marriage and kids? Then of course there was the big tester for us, the fact that I would continue to age whereas Fabian would stay young, beautiful, sexy and a perfect example of the male form for eternity?

“Come Sirene, we must get up now.” He climbed out of bed and stood stretching, completely at ease with his nudity.

I was far from at ease. The man was incredibly sexy and watching all those muscles of his flexing was making me wish we could spend a bit longer in bed. I wasn’t entirely done with him yet.

“I’m going for a shower, will you come with me?” He asked and I hastily scrambled out of bed to go and join him in the shower.

Fabian

Fabian was starving. Damn this need for food was starting to inconvenience him now. On blood he would get hungry, but not this painful emptiness, growling and grumbling from his stomach, making it hard for him to focus on anything else but eating.

“Do you have any food in the house?” Sirene asked and he raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she blushed.

“Of course you don’t. I’ll order pizza for us.” She pulled her phone out of her bag and put an order through to the local pizza shop.

Once the pizzas were delivered, both he and Sirene ate while the others all looked on in disgust. Fortunately the tension from yesterday seemed to be gone today so hopefully that meant that Nick and Allie would be ready to let go of their anger towards him and they would be able to reach an agreement where they didn’t try to kill each other.

“Fabian, I must go, I have to work tonight.” Sirene said quietly and he turned to her, feeling a brief burst of what felt like panic at her words. She was going to leave him alone?

“Can’t you take the night of my beauty? I need you with me.” He curled an arm around her, his lips trailing along her soft cheek.

“I’m sorry Fabian but I can’t. You’ll be ok. You aren’t alone.”

That was the problem as far as he was concerned. He would be surrounded by vampires and two of them were vampires who had every reason to hate him. He didn’t want her leaving him and he didn’t want to be left alone in a house of vampires, but he was was too proud to beg her to take the night off. He was too embarrassed to admit the thought of being alone with the vampires and not having Sirene with him, made him nervous.

“Go then Sirene. I will be fine. I don’t need you to babysit me.” He released her and walked off to pour himself a glass of water, his eyes on her as he drank. He was pouting and being childish, he knew, but he wasn’t used to being denied anything. It was a novelty he wasn’t enjoying.  

“Oh for crying out loud Fabian, don’t fucking well sulk. I need my job, I have rent to pay.” She snapped at him.

“You could move in with me and you wouldn’t need to work.” He argued.

“I’m not moving in with you, and you’re not going to treat me like a damn kept woman. I like my job, no, I love my job. I love you, you big oaf, but don’t try and take over my life and don’t fucking well make me feel guilty for wanting to work.”

He heard laughter and turned to see Nick with his head thrown back, obviously finding the whole situation hilarious. “Oh you have certainly met your match with your little witch father. It pleases me greatly to see it.”

Fabian glared at Nick then turned his angry gaze on Sirene who stood bristling up at him. Reluctantly he felt humour creep up on him and his lips twitched.

“What’s so fucking funny?” She snapped and he couldn’t contain himself anymore and burst out laughing.

“You are my beauty, this situation, everything, ok.” He grinned. “Nick is right. Here I have tried to stay well clear of witches after my not so glowing history with them and I attempted to take the lives of my son and his woman and yet here I am in love with a witch who not only makes me horny as all hell, she drives me crazy too.” He bent down and dropped a hard kiss on her lips. “Go then, I’ll get Damien to drive you.”

Damien bowed slightly in acknowledgment of his words and Fabian turned to her. “My beauty, can I speak to you for a moment?”