The Awakening (9 page)

             
“It’s
wonderfu
l
!
” she breathed, coming to stand beside him and hold tightly to his arm.  “It’s as if you knew better than I what would please me!” 

             
The
once
masculine portico had been transformed into a lovers’ paradise beneath the night sky.  A fire danced lazily inside the bricked fire well, the flames hypnotic as they cast la
zy
shadows against the curtains of a large canopied bed which now sat beneath the overhang of fruit trees.  Several furs had been place on the
polished marble floor
at various angles to face the fire,
sinfully
thick and covered with pillows of all shapes and sizes.  She moved away from him and walked slowly around the edge of the stone hearth, stepping carefully over the pillows and smiling as her feet found the soft surface of rugs, her hips swaying
enticingly
as she moved.

             
Just beyond this grouping around the fire was a large table piled high with a variety of platters – meats, cheeses, fruits and fresh breads.  2 bottles of wine were chilling on ice and she smiled back at him again, telling him without words that she was pleased. 

             
She paused, turning around, her look suddenly drowsy and sensual before her eyes widened with shock at the erotic images that began to play out within her mind – HIS images – and he felt the change in her as she responded. 
He watch with fascination as the tension slowly left her small frame to be replaced with a quiet sexuality; full lips curved into a woman’s knowing smile and he saw her acceptance of him deep within her eyes, felt the call of her soul to his as she began to move back towards him.

             
“Ma’  Etat,  Mi’ allude,” she said softly as
she
walked, her hands moving up to unhook the clasp of  her
wedding dress
from
around her neck
.
  It was little more than a whisper of sound as the thin silk
garment slid
easily to the floor.
  ‘My Keeper, My love,’ she had said.  His body tensed with pleasure at her word
s
.  He needed all of her, not just her body, and she understood this unspoken need with quiet acceptance.

             
“I do not fear you
r desire
,” she said softly.  With a slow smile she
stepped naked from the cloud of fabric at her feet. 
Her skin glowed beneath the moonlight, her breasts swaying gently in invitation.
H
er waist was narrow, her bottom round and full over graceful, delicate legs
, and she already
appeared for all the world as a goddess against the backdrop
of the moon
. 

             
She was directly in front of him now, looking up at him with that familiar, defiant flash in her eyes as she smiled, but he knew the truth.  She was terrified, not only of his desire, but of hers.

             
“You lie.”

             
He reached up to wrap his hand loosely around her neck, allowing his thumb to trace along the curve of her jaw as he slowly tilted her head back to look up at him.

             
  “You do well to fear me, Mi ‘allude, for I am not sure that even I can control my need of you this night.” 

             
Her eyes widen and she started to speak, but before she could answer his mouth was upon hers, hungry and wild as he forced his tongue into the moist sweetness of her mouth, caressing and tasting, and he moaned as she began to suck and tease in return.  Without breaking contact, he gathered her into his arms and carried her to the bed, loving the feel of her skin
against his
as she slid her arms around his neck and invited him to deepen the kiss.
He filled her mouth with his tongue, plunging and swirling as his hands
moved over her skin
, making love to her mouth as he cupped the firmness of her ass and held her close.

             
With an uncommon gentleness he laid her on the bed and stood back to look down at her.

             
“You are
beautifu
l,” he said as his eyes drank in the sight of her laid out before him, naked and exposed as she studied him
back
through half closed eyes.  Her lips were red and swollen from his kiss, her cheeks flushed and nipples hard, and the dark triangle of curls between her legs glistened, wet with her desire.  With a thought he was free of
his
robe and she gasped, seeing for the first time what before she had only felt through layers of clothes,
and her sudden fear beat at him like a living thing
.

             
“Trust me, Thais,” he said, leaning over her to place a gentle kiss against her neck.  He nudged her legs further apart, then raised up and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees and lightly kissing along the inside of her thighs.  With expert fingers he gently parted the full lips of her innocence, enjoying for the first time the rosy flush of her warmed skin before he ran his tongue slowly along the opening, bottom to top, licking and probing, sucking and tasting.  She moaned quietly and opened herself to him completely, an encouragement he did not need but was glad to have.

             
His hands began to squeeze and massage the outside of her pulsing heat as his mouth went to work, his tongue diving deep to tease the most sensitive spot inside of her.  With practiced strokes he pressed deep before going back to suck and stroke the sheathed nub of her clit, causing her hips to rise up off the mattress as she moaned with pleasure.

             
“It is too much,” she said breathlessly, alive for the first time with physical pleasure and frightened by the power with which it threatened to overtake her.  But he pushed her fears aside and continued on, lapping and sucking, claiming her with his mouth and driving her forward until she cried out with
her
first orgasm and began to pulse around him, covering his face with a silky sheen of moisture.  As his tongue continued to make love to her and his lips suckled her sensitive tip, he felt her small fists begin to beat against his shoulders, her hands tangling
deep with
in his hair as she pleaded for him to both stop and continue.  It seemed a lifetime that he held her beautiful heat to his face, delighting in the way she tasted, the way she throbbed around his lips and tongue.
By the time he was able to pull away, her body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed and gasped with receding pleasure.

             
“It is never too much,” he said at last when he had found his voice once more, his words muffled against the softness of her skin.

             
Swollen and heavy with need, he began to ease back up the length of her, stopping to cup her breasts and suc
k
, his lips and teeth tugging and pulling at each nipple as his hands squeezed the soft mounds of flesh.  From there he continued on, his teeth grazing along her neck and over her chin to claim her mouth with his once again.  The blood-lust was beginning to take over and the world around him began to swi
rl within
a haze of red.

             
“My soul for yours,” he said, and she gave a small cry of shock at the sudden change as he gathered her to him, his eyes
suddenly
dark and predatory.  He kissed her one last time, loving the way her tongue danced with his, before turning her over onto her hands and knees.  He pushed up against her from behind and she began to tremble with a mixture of fear and need.

             
“I claim you as mine, Thais Mousa.  Your life is my life, your happiness my happiness, your body, your soul, mine alone to protect and nurture,” he said thickly before grabbing the base of his shaft and guiding slowly inside.  She tensed beneath him and he bent over her to press his mouth against her ear. 

             
“Relax, and allow your body to know mine,” he whispered.

             
Before she could respond he eased quickly back and with one claiming thrust drove the length of himself into her completely, feeling the small barrier of her maidenhood give way as he buried himself deep in creamy warmth.  She cried out beneath him and tried to move away, but he held her tight, and her pain washed over and through him.  He threw back his head and shouted out a strangled curse, hating that he had caused her this pain, but powerless to stop as he began to move inside of her.  She cried softly beneath him, tears running down her cheeks as he stretched her, and it tore at his soul as surely as his thickened member tore at her innocence. 

             
But his soul was not in charge, the primal beast of a God was, and the pleasure of her wrapped tightly around him was beyond anything he had ever known.  He held her hips tight against him as
he
began a series of slow strokes, her pain giving him a momentary, perverse form of pleasure, for it told him with absolute certainty that none other had known her so intimately.  He withdrew slightly  and then buried himself deep again, filling her, claiming her, and it was not long before her tears subsided to be replaced by a series of low, soft moans. 

             
He encouraged her with teasing words that were erotic and alive, growing more bold as the pain of losing her virginity
subsided,
and the pleasure of becoming a woman began to reach out to her.  Still on her hands and knees, she began to push against him, meeting his thrusts, and he gave
over
to the animal within completely,
molding himself around
her, mounting her with uncontrolled lust and thrusting into her over and over again.  His body covered her slight frame, beast and beauty intertwined, and he delighted in the feel of her breasts as they swayed beneath her in time to his thrusts, slapping lightly against his arm where he held her in place.

             
“Oh Aramis, Yes!”  she suddenly screamed as she began to shake and convulse, and he thought he would go mad with happiness at the sound of her cries.  Her orgasm was sinfully violent, and she continued to cry out beneath him, calling his name as her body began to
explode with pleasure
and reality
splintered
around her.  Her core tightened and pulsed around his shaft, pulling and drawing, causing him to shiver
.
  

             
With a hungry snarl he pulled her tighter against him, pounding mercilessly into her now, out of control as he tilted her head to one side to expose her neck.  There was no humanity here now, only need that consumed him, an ache that only she could satisfy.  He bent and placed his lips against the warmed skin of her shoulder and allowed his tongue to swirl over the throbbing pulse, enjoying the salty taste of her
.  Holding her close, he
buried his incisors deep
into yielding flesh,
and she moaned
beneath him as he began to consume the es
sence of her
. 

             
Lost to the wholly new pleasure that now enveloped her, Thais writhed and squirmed, a guilty
tremor
passing through her before another orgasm erupted, her small body thrashing wildly as she
exploded once more with
  pleasure. He continued to feed, filling her small channel with the full length of him
,
  until his
own orgasm at last claimed him and he swelled to erupt
inside of her.  His shaft pulsed and throbbed as he filled her with  his seed for the first time, and he at last grew still, allowing the purity of their first coupling to consume him. 

             
As he held her beneath him,  her core milking him as she continued to tremble
and moan
, he forced himself to stop feeding, releasing his bite and running his tongue slowly along the wound he had made to leave only the outline of the mating mark.  The tiny scar would remain, and all would know that he had claimed her.  With a final, regretful sigh he slid out of her, the feeling hollow and cold, then rolled over, pulling her with him. 
Already
his body was beginning to grow tight with the need to once again be connected with hers, and he held her close, giving her as much time as he could before he would be forced to take her again. 

             
“That was amazing,” she whispered after a time, her small form pressing into him.  She wrapped herself around him, her nipples pressing into his chest as her breasts flattened against him.  With a sigh she laid her head upon his chest and he held her close, loving the way her legs straddled his as she sank onto him.  With one hand he cradled her head close, while the other moved slowly up and down the length of her back, occasionally cupping the curve of her hip to squeeze possessively.