Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3) (29 page)

When Lucian looked down at her, she was watching him shyly and he wondered if she’d changed her mind? He had to know. He didn’t want her doing something she didn’t want to do, no matter how badly he might want her. He wanted her to want him too.

“Are you ok baby? Do you still want to do this? If you don’t, just say so and we’ll stop. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this?”

She took him by surprise when she reached out to curl her fingers around his straining cock. Her touch very nearly unmanned him, and he grabbed her hand halting it before she could do anything to him. He wanted her so much he wouldn’t be able to hold back if she touched him, if she caressed him.

He waited anxiously for her to say something but she didn’t. She merely released him and he felt disappointment wash over him. She didn’t want him, not now at least. How the hell was he going to get his need for her back under control? God, if he wasn’t already dead this woman would be the death of him.

Arissa turned away from him and Lucian took that opportunity to let his eyes wander over her body, his jaw tightening when he saw the welts that crisscrossed over her back, from where her bastard father had spent years beating her, cutting and abusing her.  

He expected her to walk off to put his t-shirt on but she surprised him when she climbed onto the bed, crawling over the mattress, driving him nearly to the brink of insanity when the angle pushed her cute little ass up in the air, and he could see flashes of the delicate pink flesh between her legs. When she reached the pillows she turned and lay down on her back before looking up at him.

When she did, she smiled and opened her arms, the invitation in her eyes blatantly obvious for him to see. She did want him still and he gave an enormous sigh of relief as he climbed onto the bed, lowering himself by her side, feeling her slim arms close around his back, holding him to her.

He lay quietly in her arms for a few moments, fighting to get himself calmed down enough that he wouldn’t frighten her by being too impatient. Arissa was giving him a rare gift and he’d never been in this position before; but he knew he couldn’t blow it with her. She deserved to have an experience in his arms that would help to eradicate the usual rough violation she was used to. He wanted to give her an experience, she would never forget. It was a huge responsibility for him. He didn’t abuse women normally, even when he used mind control, but he’d never had to be so slow and gentle before. Making sure he didn’t spook Arissa or hurt her in any way was paramount. He wanted to show her just how amazingly pleasurable sex could be. He wanted her to enjoy every moment in his arms. His ego and his feelings for her, wouldn’t allow anything less.

It was hard though, he’d waited so long for her and he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He raised his head and kissed her, his teeth nibbling over her full lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue in, licking over hers, groaning when she responded, when she began to kiss him back with such innocent and beguiling enthusiasm, he groaned again. She was killing him with her sweet innocence. He wanted her so badly; it was taking every ounce of self-control he had, not to climb on and fuck her until he exploded and eased the hunger that was building inside him.

He began to kiss his way down her neck, his lips lingering briefly over her pulse that fluttered erratically. He moved on down sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. Arissa’s breathing was getting faster and she arched up, pressing her breast more firmly against his mouth.

While he licked and sucked on one nipple, he caressed the other one, rolling the peak between his fingers and thumb until it had hardened. Gently he kissed his way down her stomach, slipping his tongue into her belly button and he couldn’t help smiling when she gasped and bucked up.

Releasing her, he sat up and with his eyes on hers to see what her reaction was, he parted her legs, his gaze dropping to stare at the beautiful sight between her thighs that tempted him; his nostrils flaring when the scent of her arousal drifted up.

Gently he slipped a finger into her and groaned, his cock getting even harder when he felt how wet she was. How did she do that? After all she’d been through, she was soaking wet and the thing that blew him away was she was soaking wet for him.

Carefully he slipped a second finger inside her and began to slide them in and out of her, twisting them and curling them until he brushed against that sweet little spot inside her. While he used his fingers to thrust into her, his tongue found her clitoris, sweeping over it, feeling it beginning to swell under his touch. He settled into a pattern of sucking gently on it and licking it, his caresses rewarded with throaty cries from Arissa that were a direct link to his cock, making it twitch in reaction.

He had to make her come, fuck she had to come. He wanted to make her come before he finally got to do what he’d wanted to do since he’d first seen her, he wanted to sink into her body and fuck her until neither of them could walk.

Faster he laved her clit, his fingers plunging into her more urgently as he built her up. He listened to her breathing becoming more and more laboured, he could hear the sound of her heart thundering in her chest and she began to writhe around on the bed, her back arching, her hips tilting her sweet little cunt more firmly against his lips. Finally she cried out, her back forming a bow and as he kept his fingers inside her, her muscles closed around him, pulsing and grabbing at him. A flood of her juices coated his fingers and he groaned, his hips moving restlessly in response to watching the effect her orgasm was having on her.

He had to be inside her instead of lying here rubbing his aching cock against his sheets. Watching her come, smelling her, seeing her release on his fingers when he raised them to his lips was tearing him apart. He waited until she started to come down, her eyes moving to his before he stuck his fingers in his mouth and as she watched, he sucked her sweetness from them. Fuck she tasted so good, so sweet. She was so damned beautiful and more fucking responsive than he’d ever have imagined she could be given all she’d endured.

“Baby, I need you, I want you, please, god, please, I have to be inside you and now, I can’t wait any longer. Do you still want this?” He asked his voice hoarse from his arousal and his stomach tightened into a hard knot as he waited for her response. If she said no to him now, if she denied him, he’d cry, he knew that without a doubt, he’d break down and weep. He’d be a broken man.

“I want you Lucian. I’ve imagined what this would be like with you. Show me what the reality is like please.” She blushed lightly as she met his eyes. “Fuck me.” She whispered and he couldn’t help smiling at her choice of words. Somehow any kind of profanity sounded odd coming from her with her gentle, soft voice and that angelic face but he wasn’t going to argue with her. She was speaking his language and after placing one lingering kiss on the smooth skin of her stomach, he slid up her body, settling between her thighs.

Much as he longed to just thrust into her and bury himself balls deep in her, he didn’t. This woman was not like the women he normally fucked, Arissa was special, she was delicate, fragile, damaged and she deserved to be treasured, to be treated with care. This was one time where he was going to have to hold back on his natural urge to simply take her and satisfy his desperate desire. He was going to have to be gentle with her and make love to her slowly.

He kissed her softly, his lips brushing over hers, back and forth, but not deepening the kiss. He nibbled his way down her neck and his fangs descended as he felt her frantic pulse beating rapidly with her excitement.

Lucian slipped one hand between their bodies and found her wet and ready for him. He grasped his aching cock in one hand and positioned it until the head was at her sweet cunt. He could feel her damp heat and he pushed forward, groaning loudly as inch by agonisingly slow inch he thrust into her, filling her.

Fuck she felt good, so warm, so wet, so damned fucking tight. He hadn’t expected that, for her to be so tight given she wasn’t a virgin. It was testing his control feeling her sweet little cunt closing around him, enveloping him in her snug feminine grip so firmly it was pulling at his piercings, which only served to fuel an even greater need in him.

When finally he was in her, buried as deep as he could go, feeling her, savouring her, he paused for a moment, giving her body a chance to adjust to him. She sighed, a soft sound against his shoulder and that was all the reassurance he needed. Pulling most of the way back out of her, grinding his teeth together at the delicious friction of their intimate embrace, he slowly and gently thrust back into her, savouring the feel of her, the warmth and wetness of her as she tightened even more around him, nearly pushing him over the edge.

She was going to drive him insane. He’d never felt anything like how it felt to be inside Arissa. This wasn’t just sex; this was far more profound than that. She was special, beautiful and she trusted him, enough to let him into her body. As he thrust again, struggling to keep his movements slow and measured, he realised just how much she’d given to him. She was giving herself to him and as he lifted his head to glance down at her face, he felt strangely possessive of her. He didn’t want any other man to experience the heaven of being inside her. He wanted her for himself; he wanted her to be his and his alone.

She had her eyes closed, her fingers either side of her head, gripping the pillow tightly and the sight of her, with her lips parted, so obviously caught up in the moment, clearly enjoying the feel of him in her, loosened his tight control a little and he began to thrust harder and faster. As he moved with long, deep strokes in and out of her, he kept himself propped up on his hands, watching her face to be sure he wasn’t hurting her. When her lips parted and formed a perfect ‘O’ and her legs lifted and curled around his hips, drawing him closer to her, he smiled to himself, relieved that she was clearly enjoying herself.

Fighting to keep himself from doing what every instinct was telling him, what his body screamed at him to do, to fuck her like an out of control animal, Lucian thrust, forcing himself to keep his movements slow and steady. It was killing him though. The pressure was building in him, the familiar tingle in the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls. He had to fight to stay in control. He couldn’t come before he made her come again. He wanted to feel her around him, squeezing him as she came. He wanted to feel those muscles of hers like a vice on him until he had no choice but to come and then she would milk him, extract every single drop of cum from him.

Changing the angle of his hips, he began to move faster, plunging deep into her, listening to her moans and gasps, the sounds throaty and erotic, driving him crazy, and with a low answering moan, he dropped onto her, his hands finding her hair, tangling his fingers into it.

He needed her to come, he needed to come, but he wanted to come while he tasted her, since the feeling while feeding and fucking could never be truly understood, unless experienced. Coming while the blood flowed into him was the ultimate nirvana. Burying his nose in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, he bit her, feeling his fangs burst through her vein and immediately her warm blood began to fill his mouth.

Arissa cried out, a gasp of shock and pain, and then she moaned, that throaty moan of hers before her back arched and she screamed his name. She started to come, her muscles clamping down around him like a vice, squeezing him, and pushing him towards his own release. As he felt the flood of her orgasm wash around him, he thrust once, twice more and finally let go, pumping into her, coming hard.

Fuck it was intense, his whole body caught in the grip of the most mind blowing sexual experience of his life. In what felt like an endless wave of release, he came and came, pumping into her, filling her, groaning with pleasure, crying her name against her neck until he finally finished emptying into her.

Overcome from what he just experienced and overwhelmed with emotions unfamiliar to him, he collapsed on top of her and lay there for a moment, feeling the thundering beat of her heart through him and listened to her tortured breathing in his ear as she struggled to draw air into her lungs.

Lucian suddenly worried about being too heavy for her, but he was also concerned with how she was feeling after they’d made love. It had been amazing and mind blowing for him but he wanted it to be just as amazing and mind blowing for her.

He started to lift himself, to pull free of her since he was still buried inside her. Of course one fuck wasn’t enough to quench his desire and he was still hard. When he moved, ready to get off her, Arissa uttered a sound of protest, her arms encircling him and holding onto him tightly. Her legs locked around his hips and he smiled against her hair at her actions. Ok, so his beautiful angel didn’t want him to get off her just yet.

He raised his head to look down at her face since she allowed him to do that much. “Are you ok baby? Was that ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

She smiled at him, a serene little smile and as he watched her, a blush coloured her cheeks. “It was good, it was great, it was amazing.” She said shyly. “In fact, I liked it so much; I was wondering if we could do it again? If that’s ok and only if you want to.” She said her expression suddenly worried.

Lucian felt a flood of relief at her words, his gaze moving over her face from those beautiful blue eyes of hers to her full lips. Was she serious? Ok, he knew she’d enjoyed the sex because she’d come, but it amused him that she had to ask if he’d want to do it again. He was a man, he was a vampire and he was still as hard as a fucking iron bar inside her, so yes, he was ready to go again.