Chapter Nine
Minutes before midnight, Kelly sat in front of her vanity
mirror, staring almost blankly at her pale reflection. She was downright scared
of what the next hours would bring. Could she go through with it? Could she
find the courage to meet the devastatingly handsome—not to mention
persuasive—Master vampire in the burgundy bedroom? She wasn’t sure, even after
bathing, primping and perfuming herself for him.
She wanted him. That wasn’t the problem. She wanted to know
the feel of him, the length and breadth of his possession. More than that, she
wanted to know the man inside. The man who had roamed the Earth for more years
than she could grasp. She wanted to let the wild side of herself free to glory
in his carnality. Every time she looked at him, her temperature spiked with
desire, but she did her best to repress those responses. She feared the
heartbreak he could deal her so easily.
Just this once, she wanted to tempt fate, to play with fire,
to dare enter the dragon’s lair and steal one small moment to treasure. One
night.
Steeling herself, she rose and headed down the hall from her
room to the burgundy guest room. This wing of the house was uninhabited except
for her. It had been set up for the few mortal guests Atticus and Lissa
sometimes entertained. Ostensibly the couple had the master suite in another
wing of the mansion. In reality, they spent little time there. It had been
sun-proofed just in case they found themselves above ground when dawn came, but
they preferred the hidden, subterranean love nest Lissa had confided they’d
created in one of the extensive cellars.
Lissa told her how Atticus and the other vampires felt
safest when they knew they could sleep safe from the sun—preferably below
ground in a cellar or cave during the day. That Marc would choose one of the
sun-proofed guest rooms for their assignation was proof of his desire. It was a
significant gesture that he put himself at considerable risk to be with her. It
was also a silent vote of trust. That alone was a staggering thought.
She paused for a moment before the massive doors to the
opulent guest room. Grasping the knob, she turned it lightly. Before she knew
it, she stood on the other side of the solid door, holding the handle behind
her back as the door clicked shut. She leaned against it. Marc was already
there.
He stood by the huge bed, lifting a decanter of the deep red
wine he favored, pouring out two glasses. He smiled with a light of fierce
satisfaction in his ancient eyes as he moved closer, holding one fragile stem
out to her. She took it and sipped automatically, barely noticing the fine
vintage as Marc stared at her over the rim of his own sparkling crystal glass.
“I’m glad you came.” He toasted her before taking another
long sip.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” Kelly admitted
nervously, “but I want this. I want you. For tonight.”
Marc growled low in his throat as he took her glass and
placed it with his own on a small table by the door. Without further comment,
he slid one strong arm around her waist and pulled her close to his hard body.
He bent over her, nearly sweeping her completely off her feet as his mouth
drifted down to nip, kiss and lick the sensitive skin under her ear, over her
beating pulse.
Kelly gave in completely at the first touch of his wet
tongue. The sharp feel of his lengthening teeth surprised her at first and sent
shockwaves of excitement down her spine. It felt even better than the dream.
Her legs could no longer support her. Marc’s strong arms carried her as if she
weighed nothing. He deposited her on the bed with the gentlest of caresses as
he removed her frilly white nightgown and let it drift to the floor.
He worshiped every inch of skin he revealed, never rushing,
never really giving her a chance to catch her breath or object. He simply
steamrolled over her sensibilities, doing things to her body she’d never
allowed another man to do. Of course, she thought, he’d lived for centuries.
He’d probably done things—sexual things—she’d never even dreamed. Of course,
that dream ménage had been nothing short of shocking in the light of day. She’d
bet he’d done that and more—for real
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with
other women.
The thought of him teaching her some of the forbidden things
he knew sent her excitement level up another notch.
Marc couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. She smelled
like heaven and tasted divine. As he revealed her soft, pale body, he marveled
at her flawless skin and her warm, womanly shape. He loved women of all shapes
and sizes, but this one seemed as if she had been made just for him. She had
everything he liked—large breasts with pouting nipples, a slightly rounded,
womanly tummy, curvy hips and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. She was built
like the women of his time, not the stick thin models of this age, and he was
enjoying every moment of discovery. He’d seen her in the dream, of course, but
the reality was much better, much clearer and distinct. The dream had been
intense, but it could not begin to compare with the real thing.
He lay her back on the large bed and spread her legs,
thoroughly enjoying the view as he leaned down and inhaled the fresh scent of
her. When he licked her skin, he felt her jump. He growled in satisfaction,
knowing exactly what he wanted to do to her this first time they would join.
From her innocent yet eager responses, he’d bet good money that no man had ever
gone down on her before. It made him feel good to know that he was the first to
bring her this special treat.
He licked lower, stroking with his tongue, letting her feel
just the tips of his fangs against her super-sensitive skin. She moaned as he
drew his tongue down and into her, pushing within where he would soon invade
with his hard cock. He couldn’t get over how soft she was and how good she
tasted. She was the rarest of vintages, the finest of champagnes, light, airy
and crisp on his tongue. She made his senses swim. He focused on his goal,
tonguing her with single-minded intensity until she trembled with need.
When she cried out and shuddered with pleasure, he was
almost unprepared for the flood of feeling that washed over his senses. Her
delicious psi energies empowered him with a rush of sensation. He felt pride
that he could bring her to climax with such small attentions. She would reach
orgasm many, many times this night, he vowed.
“Feel good,
mon coeur
?” he asked, his breath fanning
out over her most sensitive skin as she came down from the first little peak.
She nodded, humming her agreement as he enjoyed the sight of
her flushed cheeks and elevated pulse. She was surprisingly innocent for a
modern woman, and he found it completely enchanting. There were many things he
could teach her about pleasure. It would be a joy to show her, but first things
first.
First, he needed to know what it felt like to be inside her.
He’d wanted to feel her warmth around him since almost the first moment he’d
seen her, and he doubted he could put it off much longer without losing what
little was left of his sanity. The dream had only made him more needy, not
less. He needed to know the reality of what she felt like around him. Just as
he needed to know if she could be the One for whom he’d been waiting all of his
long, lonely life.
Frankly, he doubted it. He couldn’t be that lucky. She was
perfect for him in almost every way, but he’d grown used to walking his path
alone, he didn’t quite believe that he’d ever find the woman who could walk
that path with him.
Still, making love to her would at least settle the
question, and he needed some relief before he exploded in his pants. With a
grunt, he pulled away to divest himself of his clothing. He undressed with
little finesse, throwing his clothes to the floor behind him. In moments, he
lay beside her again, naked, hard and wanting. But not for long.
She was soft and dewy after her climax, but he had much more
to show her. He moved his hands downward, toward her waist. Pausing to play
with her nipples, he squeezed hard enough to bring her full attention back to
him.
“You’re a beautiful woman,
cherie
.” He lowered his
face to kiss his way to her lips. “The most beautiful I have seen in my many
years.” His voice whispered across her skin.
She laughed softly, a mere puff of air as his skilled hands
continued their way down through her neatly trimmed curls, zeroing in on the
little nubbin standing at attention for him before finding their way inside her
tight channel. She gasped as he tunneled into her, his fingers slippery in the
slickness of her arousal. He smiled against her neck.
“I’m no beauty,” she insisted in denial of his words.
He would prove her wrong if he had to spend all night doing
it. Frankly, he looked forward to it. Kelly squirmed as he began to slide his
fingers rhythmically inside her. He lifted his head to meet her eyes.
“I beg to differ,
ma petite
. To me, you are the most
beautiful woman in the universe. Especially when you come for me.” He drove her
up that cliff again, using his hands and all his skills to enflame her senses.
His fangs grew longer and sharper as the need to feast on her blood rose in
him. His cock rose too and it needed relief as much, if not more, than he
needed to taste her essence. “I must have you,
cherie
. I must have you
now.”
With a swift movement, he was over her, his fingers slowly
slipping from her core. She made a sound of protest that turned to a purr as he
brought his fingers to his mouth, licking at the fluid of her desire. He closed
his eyes savoring her unique and almost drugging taste. He held out his hand to
her. He’d leave it to her how far she would go. Would she be a vixen, willing
to tease but go only so far? Would she be bold, sucking his fingers like a
professional? Or would she be shy, hesitant or even unwilling to get down and
dirty with him?
He almost relished the idea that she would be reluctantly
led into his sometimes nasty predilections in making love. There was no doubt
he liked to push the envelope sexually. He had indulged in almost every
perversion at least once. His tastes would probably be considered kinky, though
not too extreme, except for the blood sucking, of course. Still, he’d never
hurt or violated anyone. His partners had all been willing and willingly given
him anything he’d wanted.
He would show Kelly the joys of following where he led, and
she would love every minute of it. This he vowed.
But he wouldn’t push too far, too fast. He’d break her in
slowly, teaching her a little at a time until she was as eager for his cock in
any orifice, or in any way, as he was to give it to her. This small first test
was just the beginning.
With satisfaction, he felt her hot, little tongue peep out
to lick at his fingers, coated in her come. She seemed shy but willing, a
combination that fired his already overheated blood.
“I can’t wait,
mon coeur
.
I must
join with you.”
“I want you inside me, Marc. I need you inside me.”
She was breathless as he fulfilled her wish, entering slowly
but steadily. She was tighter than a woman of her years could be expected to be
in this day and age. He wondered idly for a moment at the stupidity of mortal
males that they couldn’t see the diamond shining so brightly in his arms. At
the same time, he was glad she’d had few lovers. It made what they shared
together more special than it already was. Though he couldn’t remember a time
in the past few hundred years—in his entire lifespan as a matter of fact—when
he had ever needed one specific woman more than he needed this one, pale little
human who whimpered so nicely under him at the moment.
His dick slid, hot and heavy, into her wet core. He loved
the feel of her. He loved the smell of her, and he loved the taste of her
excitement. He knew he would love the taste of her blood even more. That could
wait while he got her used to his cock, sliding in, then pulling back slightly,
spreading her lubrication and easing his way further inside her.
She whimpered as he seated himself fully within her, but he
could tell she wasn’t in distress of any kind. Unless one counted dying of
pleasure as distress. She was eager for him. He could feel the emotions rushing
from her in waves that battered at him, filling him with urgency and the need
to possess this one small woman beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
He began to move within her, stretching her tight sheath.
Her body responded to him, inviting and encouraging as he moved more strongly
within her.
“Faster!” she panted, nearing the edge sooner than he’d
expected. To tell the truth, he was glad. Being inside her was more exciting
than anything he’d experienced, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could
hold out himself. This was going to be fast, but oh, so good.
He moved faster and she grasped his shoulders, wrapping her
shapely legs around his waist. He loved the feel of her soft skin, urging him
on.
“God! Please, Marc!” She was begging, the sound music to his
ears.
Only one thing would make this moment more perfect. She was
feeding his psychic need, but he needed her blood too.
Marc leaned down, letting his sharp teeth graze the spot on
her neck he wanted. He could feel the pulse of her lifeblood just under her
delicate skin. He wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted to taste her essence and
make her come.
Moving faster within her, he pierced her skin with his sharp
fangs, letting her feel only a tiny sting. Just enough to let her know what was
happening. He didn’t want her memory of this historic moment clouded by pain.
He wanted this amazing woman to remember every moment, to remember him always
with a smile on her lips as she thought about the incredible climax they were
about to share.
The first drops of her blood hit his tongue and exploded
through his senses, making him desperate for more. He pounded into her,
tunneling deep, his mouth drawing the essence of her into his own body. He
would fill her with his seed, she would fill him with her blood, and together
they would find bliss unlike any either of them had ever experienced.