Scarlet Heat (Born to Darkness) (23 page)

“I know,” he growled softly, releasing my
tingling nipple. “Come here, baby—let me give it to you.”

I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do at first
but he quickly got me into position. He sat back against the headboard again and
drew his knees up. Then he pushed me back gently so that my shoulders settled
against them. He pulled me closer and parted my legs until the soft V between
my thighs was even with his mouth and my calves were over his shoulders.

I don’t think the position would have worked if
he hadn’t been so big but as it was, it left me in a semi reclining pose—cradled
and completely supported by his body.

I was also completely open for him.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes
devouring my bare pussy hungrily. “Look how open and wet you are, baby.” He
stroked one long finger down the center of my slit, making me jump and moan as
it traveled lightly over my clit. “This sweet little pussy needs to be licked,”
he growled. “Licked and kissed and tasted until you come…come so
hard.”

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to help myself. I
could look down the length of my own body and see exactly what he was doing. The
sight of his mouth so close to my slippery folds, the pink pearl of my clit partly
visible and throbbing with need, was enough to make me feel dizzy with desire.

I expected him to dive right in, so to speak. The
lust in his eyes was clear and I was spread out before him like a feast. But
Victor took his time.

Bending his head, he pressed his lips gently to my
mound, kissing my pussy in the exact same way he’d kissed my mouth. Just as he
had promised.

“Victor!” I moaned as he went on and on. I kept
expecting him to deepen the kiss but he didn’t. He just kept pressing soft,
feather-light kisses to my outer lips, exploring me as tenderly as though I was
a delicate flower with petals too fragile to touch with more than a whisper.

I felt like I was going crazy. “Please!” I begged
and he looked up at me.

“Slowly, baby.” His voice was a deep, hoarse
growl, at odds with the gentle way he was touching me. “Don’t want to rush
you.”

“You’re not,” I assured him breathlessly.
“Please, Victor…
please
can you
kiss…kiss inside me?”

His eyes flashed. “I’d love to get inside you,
baby. You mind if I spread you open a little?”

Biting my lip, I shook my head. “No, I um, guess
that’s okay.”

“Good.” With his thumbs, he parted my outer lips,
opening me, exposing my inner folds completely. My clit throbbed as it came
fully into view, the little pink nub the aching center of my need. “God,” he
muttered and I heard his breath catch in his throat. “So fucking gorgeous.”

I squirmed with embarrassment when I saw how wet
I had become. My entire pussy was drenched and even my inner thighs were shiny
with moisture.

Victor seemed to sense my discomfort because he
looked up at me, one eyebrow raised.

“What is it, baby?”

“It’s just…I’m so…” I motioned to myself. “I
didn’t know I was so…so wet.”

His eyes flashed. “Didn’t I tell you before how
much I love that? The wetter you get, the more I want you. And besides, it’s
just your pussy’s way of getting ready for me. You know that?”

“I…I guess so,” I whispered.

“I
know
so,”
he growled with certainty. “Now watch me, baby. Watch me taste your sweet pussy
and suck that hot little clit. Watch me make you come.”

I couldn’t have looked away if I tried. The sight
of him opening me, preparing to finally taste me, was making me so hot I could
barely breathe. God, I wanted his mouth on me, that hot, wet mouth I had felt
against mine and sucking my nipples earlier. I wanted to give myself to the
pleasure he offered and not stop until I reached the peak.

He pulled me closer until my pussy was right up
against his mouth and I tensed, getting ready to feel him taste me. But once
again he took it slow.

Gently, softly, he nuzzled against me, pressing
his mouth and nose into my folds without licking me. I wanted to ask what he
was doing but then he inhaled deeply, drinking in my scent, bathing in my
essence.

“You smell so good,” he nearly groaned, rubbing
his rough cheek against my inner thigh until I gasped. “I’ve been wanting to
get close enough to really scent you for fucking ever.” He looked up. “But even
better is going to be tasting you. Tasting that sweet pussy honey you make
right from the source.”

“Victor…” I gasped. “Oh, please…please, now…”

“God, I love to hear you beg for it, like that,”
he growled. Without warning, his tongue came out and bathed my entire pussy in one
long, slow, sensuous lick.

I stiffened and then arched my back, pressing my
pelvis up to him shamelessly, wanting more…more…
more
.

Victor didn’t disappoint me—he split my thighs
wide and his big hands came up and around to cup my breasts. I moaned when his
hot, wet tongue swiped over my open pussy again as he gently tugged my nipples.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me, leaving me shaky and breathless. Then he
covered me completely with his mouth, sucking and licking, tasting me
desperately, as though he would die if he didn’t.

He had only just started but I had been hot for
so long I didn’t need much. I could already feel myself climbing the peak. As
he licked me again, I had my first orgasm. Pleasure shot through me and my back
arched as soft, helpless sounds came from my lips.

“Oh, Victor…oh!”

Victor looked up at me, his eyes blazing gold.

“That’s right baby, come for me,” he murmured,
kissing me again. “Come all over my face while I eat you.”

And then he went back to work, tasting me with
long, slow licks and tracing my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue until
I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, losing myself completely in the joy of
giving up control and letting him do what he wanted with me.

I don’t know how often I came—I lost count after
awhile and Victor was tireless. He clamped his mouth to my pussy and pressed
his tongue inside me, penetrating me deeply, making me gasp and cry and beg for
more, always more.

It was a good thing he was so tireless. The heat
rode me mercilessly, demanding that I give much more than a single orgasm to
satiate its incessant needs this time. I writhed in Victor’s lap, my fingers
buried in his hair, my hips bucking helplessly as I opened myself to him. It
felt so good, so
right.
And in those
pure, shining moments of pleasure, I was able to let go completely, to forget
my past and simply
be
.

It was wonderful and despite how long it lasted, it
was over all too quickly.

Chapter Seventeen—Victor

Taylor came again and again, giving herself
without reservation, riding my face and pressing her sweet pussy up against my
tongue until she finally had enough. I drank her in, tasting her with the same
passion she had used when she drank my blood. Her honey was so sweet, so hot it
made my cock throb with need and I loved the way she trusted me enough to
really let go.

Her sweet little body writhed against mine, her
hips bucking as she gave it up completely. I only wished that it was my cock
buried inside her instead of my tongue. She was so tight and hot and wet. So
ready, so full of need. I wanted to give her everything, to claim her and make
her mine completely. But we couldn’t go there, not yet. I had to be content
with tasting her.

It took a long time to back the heat down to an
acceptable level—not that I minded. When she started shying away from even the
gentlest touch of my tongue, I knew she was finally over the worst of it.

For now, anyway.

I laid her gently on the bed beside me and
started to get up. Now that she was finished, I had to get into the bathroom
and take care of myself. I had thought that helping her get over the heat would
calm my own need down some. Unfortunately, it wasn’t so. I could feel the brand
burning my lower back like fire, threatening to get completely out of control
if I didn’t do something quickly.

But as I started to get off the bed, Taylor put
one small hand on my thigh.

“Are you okay? Where are you going?” she asked
softly.

I shook my head. “Just gotta…take care of
business, baby. I’ll be back in a minute. Sorry.”

I started to get off the bed again but her voice
stopped me.

“Wait.”

“What?” I tried not to sound impatient but I
could feel the curse threatening.
This is
why I can’t have a mate,
I reminded myself grimly.
I’m a danger to her like this. I need to get this taken care of fucking
now.

“Can I…could I…” She hesitated uncertainly. “I
mean, maybe I could help. By, um, touching you. Would that be all right?”

I was touched by the uncertainty in her eyes. The
fear and bad memories that hovered like shadows in her background, waiting to
eat her.

“You don’t have to, baby,” I said, my voice
coming out rougher than I’d intended. “Really.”

“But I want to.” She sat up and reached for me,
her soft little fingers finding the hard ridge of my cock through the sleep
pants I wore and making me groan aloud. “Victor,” she said softly, looking at
me. “Do you know how long it’s been since I actually
wanted
to touch a man like this? I want to help you, I really do.”

“Baby…” I groaned, collapsing back on the bed. “I
don’t know…”

“Well, I do.” She had a look of determination in
her eyes, an expression that said she’d been wounded before but she trusted me
not to hurt her now. “Please,” she whispered. “All I can do is touch you but
maybe…maybe that will be enough?”

“More than enough,” I assured her, relaxing back
on the bed. “All right, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” She loosened the drawstring on my
sleep pants and started pulling them down determinedly.

I was so hard for her—aching for her touch—but I
knew I couldn’t rush her. I tried to ignore the brand at my back burning me,
tried to ignore the beast inside me growling that I needed to claim her, to
make her mine completely. This moment was for Taylor, this was my chance to
show her she could be intimate with me and not fear the consequences. I held
myself perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe.

When my cock came fully into view, she stopped a
moment and stared, a look of nervous anxiety coming over her face.

“Taylor?” I murmured as she looked at me. “You
okay, baby?”

She nodded and blushed. “I’ve seen it before, but
not in, uh, detail. You’re so, um… you’re really big.”

“But always gentle,” I promised her. “If it
bothers you, though—” I started to pull my pants back up but she stopped me,
one small hand on my arm.

“No, let me…just let me get used to it. Like I
said, it’s been a long time since I
wanted
to touch a guy this way.”

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to keep the growl out
of my voice. “Take your time, baby.”

“Thank you, Victor.” She gave me a small,
grateful smile. Then, slowly, tentatively, she laid one hand on my cock and
curled her slender fingers around my shaft.

I hissed through my teeth as a bolt of pleasure
ran through me and an answering bold of burning pain shot through my brand.
God, I shouldn’t be doing this—it was dangerous. Too fucking dangerous. But I
couldn’t bear to ask her to stop.

“Does it hurt?” she whispered, stroking me
gently, up and down. God, her little hand felt good. It was so soft and smooth
and cool against my heated flesh. But I needed more from her.

“Doesn’t hurt exactly—it aches some from being so
hard,” I admitted in a low voice. “You can touch me a little harder than that,
baby. Go ahead.”

Her fingers curled tighter around my shaft and
she began a slow up and down slide I thought would drive me insane.

“Is this all right?” she murmured as she pumped
me slowly. “Does it feel good, Victor? Am I doing it right?”

“God, baby, you’re doing it
so
damn right,” I swore hoarsely. “Just please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” She got a pleased expression on her
face, a look that was half desire and half satisfaction. “This is good,” she
murmured, pumping me harder. “I like it.”

“You…you like being in charge?” I panted,
grinning at her. She had me well in hand now, pumping with a strong, steady
rhythm from the root of my cock all the way up to the tip, which was wet with
pre-cum, and sliding back down again.

“I do.” She smiled at me shyly. “I like being in
control. Not feeling trapped or cornered. Not feeling held down.”

“I’d never do that to you,” I swore softly.
“Never hurt you, baby. Oh, God…” I gasped. I wanted to make it last, to feel
her soft little hand on me forever, but I could feel myself getting ready to
come. The pressure was gathering hot and heavy in my balls, threatening to
explode at any minute.

“All right?” she asked anxiously.