Scarlet Heat (Born to Darkness) (46 page)

“Victor!” I almost
cried when he pulled his fingers out of me.

“Not like that.” He
shook his head, his eyes half-lidded and completely gold now. “I don’t want you
to come on my fingers, baby.”

“How, then?” I
couldn’t keep the frustration out of my voice.

“I want you to come
all over my face.” His voice was a low, lustful growl. “I want to feel your sweet
little pussy getting all creamy and hot while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh…” His hot words
made me tingle but I hadn’t expected this. “The…the point of paying the Crimson
Debt is for
you
to come,” I reminded him. “While you’re biting me.”

“We’ll get there.” He
gave me a lazy smile that made my stomach flutter. “Eventually. But there’s no
rush—we have all night.”

“I guess so,” I said,
feeling my cheeks get hot. It was still a revelation to me, how much he liked
to do this. How he seemed to crave my taste and enjoy making me come so much
with his mouth.

“Hey, you okay?” he
murmured, brushing my cheek lightly with his fingertips. “Am I embarrassing
you? I thought you wanted dirty talk.”

“I like it,” I
admitted. “And I like that you, uh, want to do that to me…”

“You mean that I want
to lick your pussy?” he growled. “I told you, it’s a wolf thing, baby. We like
to taste our mates.”

I felt a sudden rush
of sadness. “I
liked
being your mate,” I admitted softly. “I’m so sorry
I ruined it, Victor.”

“Don’t be.” He stroked
my cheek again. “Don’t think about that now. Right now I want you to just relax
and let me make you come. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Slowly, I nodded. “I
think so.”

“Good.” He sat up and
pushed me gently off his lap. “Then get comfortable and spread your legs for
me. I want to lick every inch of you tonight.”

His words sent a hot
shiver through me. I leaned back against the cool leather of the couch and
watched as he got to his knees on the floor in front of me.

“Gorgeous,” he
murmured, as he got between my legs. “God, you’re beautiful, all spread out
like this for me, baby. But I’m afraid you’re going to have to lose these.” One
thick finger traced over my white lace panties, right between my pussy lips.

“Oh…of course.”

Blushing, I pushed the
panties down. But now I found it hard to spread my legs again. It shouldn’t be
this embarrassing—he’d seen me naked often enough, I reminded myself. But back
then we had been together—married for all intents and purposes. Now I wasn’t
sure how he felt about me anymore. And besides, I had always been shy. It was
hard to drape myself over the couch naked and just spread everything out for
him to see.

Victor seemed to sense
my reluctance.

“Don’t be shy, baby,”
he murmured, stroking my knees, which seemed to want to stay firmly glued
together. “You know how much I love to look at you.”

“I know,” I whispered.
“I just…I feel so…so
vulnerable
.”

“That’s what making
love is about,” he said softly. “Making yourself vulnerable—trusting the other
person not to hurt you. I know you don’t remember what happened between us last
time but I didn’t get to be nearly as gentle as I wanted to be. Please let me
make it up to you.”

His soft words and the
way he was stroking up and down my legs with his big, warm hands slowly melted
my reserves. Biting my lip, I nodded.

“Okay,” I murmured and
let him part my thighs.

I was embarrassed all
over again when I saw how wet I was. What was it about Victor’s touch that made
my juices flow so freely? I didn’t know but I was glad his couch was leather.
My pussy and inner thighs were drenched and shiny, clearly showing how ready I
was for him. Even more telling, was the way my outer lips were so swollen and
hot they were parting on their own, showing off the pink bud of my clit,
throbbing for attention.

“God, baby. So fucking
beautiful,” Victor murmured hoarsely, drinking me in. I was glad he’d told me
before that he liked it when I got so wet. It made it a little less
embarrassing to spread myself for him like this—but only a little.

“I’m glad you like
what you see,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t shake too much. “But…I’m feeling,
uh, kind of exposed here.”

He gave me another
lazy smile.

“Let’s see what we can
do about that, then.”

He got into position
between my thighs and bent his head but I didn’t immediately feel his tongue.
Instead, he rubbed his rough cheeks over my inner thighs and pussy mound,
almost as though he was marking me—or bathing in my scent. I gasped as his
stubble scratched over my sensitive flesh, setting my nerve endings on fire.

“Victor?” I asked
breathlessly.

“God, baby, I’ve
missed you,” he groaned, looking up at me at last. “Sorry…I just wanted to
scent you again. One more time before…”

My heart felt suddenly
heavy. “Before what?”
Before we never see each other again, probably.

He shook his head.
“Never mind. I just love the way you smell. The way you feel against my mouth
and cheeks.” He rubbed one cheek gently over my pussy again, making me gasp. “I
could go down on you all night, you know that?”

“You’d have to get
started first before you could do that,” I reminded him with a breathy little
laugh.

His eyes widened and
he grinned.

“Getting sassy, huh?
That’s naughty, Taylor.
Very
naughty. I might have to punish you for
that.”

“How…how will you do
that?” I whispered, my heart thumping.

“Like this.”

Keeping his eyes
locked with mine, he leaned down and took a long, slow taste of my pussy,
starting at the bottom of my slit and ending at the top. I jumped and moaned as
his hot tongue slid directly over my clit, my hands tightening into fists at my
sides.

“God,
Victor!”

“You taste fucking
delicious, baby.” His voice was low and hoarse. “Spread a little wider. I need
to get into you deep.”

I tried to do as he
said but apparently I still wasn’t open enough to please him. Victor wrapped
his arms around my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide, and pressed
his mouth to my pussy. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lapping me
with long, slow, hungry strokes, tracing my clit until he set me on fire, and
pressing deep inside me, filling me with deep, delicious thrusts that took my
breath away.

The fire that had been
building inside me while he touched me was abruptly back, flames of need and
desire licking along my spine as he tasted me like his life depended on it.

“Victor…oh God…” I
moaned. My back arched helplessly and I found that my fingers had somehow
gotten tangled in his thick, black hair. When I realized I was pulling it, I
tried to stop. But Victor looked up briefly and shook his head.

“No, baby.” He was
panting, his mouth shiny with my juices. “It’s okay—touch me. I like to feel
your hands on me, like to know I’m making you feel good.” Then he pressed his
face between my thighs and thrust his tongue inside me again.

His words gave me
confidence to really let go and give in to the pleasure. With a low moan, I
tilted my pelvis forward, opening myself farther to his seeking tongue. I
wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him tasting me, licking me, wanted to let
the feeling inside me build to the point of no return.

The way he was tasting
me, it didn’t take long. I was spread wide on the couch, with Victor’s arms
wrapped around me, holding me open and his tongue buried deep in my pussy. I
had never felt so helpless or so hot. I couldn’t help myself, I could feel
myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I started to moan and tug at his
hair, tilting my hips in time to his thrusts. I was close…so close… I just
needed a little bit more…

Victor seemed to
understand exactly what I needed. Suddenly he withdrew his tongue and replaced
it with two long, strong fingers. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and
tortured it sweetly, lashing me with just the tip of his tongue as he thrust
deep and hard inside me.

“Oh…Oh,
God!”
I
cried. Suddenly I couldn’t stand it anymore—the orgasm crashed over me
abruptly, making my back arch helplessly as my fingers tightened in his hair,
pulling him even closer.

I couldn’t remember
the last time I had come so hard but Victor wouldn’t stop. Despite the way I
was quivering all around him and moaning his name, he still kept licking. Just
as I thought I was coming down from the peak he pushed me to another, higher
one. And then another after that.

Finally, just when I
thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he gave me one last sweet kiss and looked
up.

“Feeling good, baby?”
he rasped.

“More than good—
amazing
,”
I admitted, stroking a hand through his hair. “You’re so good at that. I’ve
never…never been able to come like that with anyone else.”

“Glad to hear it. I
love making you come.” He rose slowly to his feet and I couldn’t help noticing
the hard ridge of his shaft pushing against the denim of his jeans.

“It looks like you
need to come too.” Hesitantly, I reached up to stroke the thick bulge. But
before I could do more than brush my fingertips against it, Victor caught my
wrist in his hand to stop me.

“I want you so fucking
bad right now,” he growled hoarsely. “But only if you want me too. So
please…don’t touch me unless…unless you really want it.”

“I do. I really do.”
Leaning forward, I pressed my cheek to his shaft, rubbing like a cat marking
its territory. I liked his warm, masculine scent and the way I could feel him
throbbing against my cheek through the rough denim. I didn’t know what made me
so bold—maybe knowing it was our last time together. I wanted to show him how I
felt, to show how much I cared, how much I loved him before it was too late.

Victor groaned low in
his throat.

“God, baby…”

I looked up at him.

“I’m ready to pay the
Debt,” I murmured and tugged at his jeans. “Can you take these off?”

He did as I asked,
pulling the tight denim down, baring his shaft, which was as big and thick as I
remembered. I didn’t fear him this time, though—wasn’t afraid of him hurting
me. He claimed he’d been rough that last time we had sex but I only had brief,
blurred images of that. Mainly I remembered begging him to give me what I
needed, feeling so empty inside I couldn’t stand not to have him in me.

I felt the same way
now, only I was in my right mind. And even though I knew we had done this
before, it was still like the first time for me. The first time I could really
appreciate and enjoy it, anyway.

“Come here. Sit on my
lap.” Victor settled on the couch again and beckoned for me to climb on top of him.
I wanted to join him…but I hesitated.

“I don’t know…”

“What, baby?” he asked
gently. “You change your mind? If you’re feeling upset or afraid…”

“It’s not that…” I bit
my lip. “It’s just… last time after we…when I woke up and I was…was on top. And
I thought…”

“Oh, right.” He nodded
thoughtfully.

“It was so awful,” I
said. “I’m sorry, Victor—I just don’t want to feel like…like I’m, you know,
forcing you or holding you down.”

He gave a rueful laugh
and ran one hand through his hair.

“That’s kind of why I
wanted you on top. Because I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing you, either.”
He sighed. “Look, why don’t we do this…”

He lay down on the
broad leather seat of the sectional and scooted so that the back of the couch
was against his muscular shoulders. Since he was lying on his side and the
sectional was wide, there was plenty of room beside him.

“Here.” He patted the
spot in front of him. “Let’s get comfortable.”

I lay down beside him,
facing him, and snuggled close. It felt good to have my naked body pressed
against his large, hard frame. I liked the way we had skin to skin contact from
chest to thighs, the way I felt enclosed and protected by his arms without
feeling caged.

“This okay?” Victor
murmured as our arms and legs entwined and he stroked my hair.

“It’s perfect.” I
looked up at him and smiled. “But do you think you’ll be able to reach my
throat this way?”

“Let’s find out.”
Pulling me closer, he bent down and pressed his face to the side of my neck. He
pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there and I shivered in
the circle of his arms. God, I wanted him!

“Victor,” I whispered
breathlessly as I felt his fangs, shorter than mine but just as sharp, skate
along my throat, tracing my pulse.

“Yeah, I can reach
you.” He licked up from the hollow of my throat to just behind my ear, making
me gasp and squirm against him. “I’ll be able to bite you at the right time.”

“Not until you feel
yourself right on the edge,” I told him, flushing all over. “Not until…until
you’re almost coming.”