Authors: J. S. Scott
He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt that was half unbuttoned, exposing a light dusting of dark chest hair on a massively muscled chest.
Kelly snapped out of her transfer induced shock with a shudder. "What the hell was that? You could have waited five minutes until I was dressed. I could have driven over like a normal person."
He closed the distance between them silently. "Now why would I want to do that, sweetheart. I've been waiting for you to speak those words for two weeks. I saw no reason to delay."
"It would have been the decent, gentlemanly thing to do," she informed him hotly, angry that he had given her no choice.
"Ah...but you had a choice, love. You chose to come to me. Willingly." He stroked her blond hair. "And I never claimed to be a gentleman. Or decent. I’m a vampire.” He shrugged.
She batted his hand away. "I came because you gave me no choice. You threatened someone I cared about."
"Nevertheless...you agreed." He replied absently as he resumed toying with her hair, his eyes devouring her body with a hungry, predatory look. "Never agree to go to a vampire, my sweet. He can imprison you forever."
"You aren't going to make me a prisoner, Max." Kelly stomped toward the bedroom door. She had made it as far as the door frame when she came up against an invisible barrier that bounced her back into the room. She tried again pushing against the barrier. It wouldn't give.
Irritated, she looked over at Max. He had a smirk on his face that she wanted to slap. Arms crossed, he watched her with amusement.
"Checkmate, I'm afraid. The game we have been playing for weeks grows boring. I am ready for a new game," Max informed her with a deep, sultry voice.
"I'm not playing any games with you, Max. I don't want to play at all." Her anger was pulsating through the room.
Max came to her and placed his hands on her hips, stroking lightly. "I've waited for my mate for five hundred years. I have a very active imagination. I've had plenty of time to think up many games to play with her."
"Then maybe you had better go find your mate, Max," she answered anxiously.
"I already have." He lowered his head as his lips sought hers.
Kelly panicked and tried to push him away. His arms came around her like a vice and his mouth plundered hers with unbridled desire. He was warm. Shouldn't he be cold? His lips and tongue were like fire and he licked her lips with his persistent tongue until she opened for him. She moaned as his tongue swept into her mouth, conquering her. She relented, sliding her tongue against his. He tasted hot, spicy and irresistible. She breathed in his masculine scent as their mouths dueled in a passionate embrace. He was heady, his kiss making her dizzy.
He reached for her short nightgown and began pulling it over her head. As he pulled it off and dropped it carelessly to the floor she woke up from her passion induced trance. "No, Max!"
She pushed away from him, covering her breasts. "I won't have sex with you. I can't. This isn't right. I am
not
your mate. You have me confused with someone else."
Max quirked his handsome brow, giving her a dark look. "You are my mate, Kelly and deep inside you know it. You just don't want to admit it."
"I'm not admitting anything. I don't want to be your mate. I don't want to be anybody's mate." Her voice was desperate.
She shot for the door again but she never made it before dizziness overwhelmed her. The same abyss rushed up to meet her and she found herself in his bed, silk sheets caressing her body. She moved to rise but couldn't move. Her hands were confined with silken ties, holding her firmly in place.
Max was standing beside the bed completely naked. She had opened her mouth to protest but seeing him had made her temporarily mute.
He was beautiful. She knew no man should be beautiful...but Max had a dark beauty that was as terrifying as it was beautiful. It left her mouth dry and her spirit weak. Her eyes dropped to his member. His cock was enormous and as hard as a diamond.
"Let the games begin," Max muttered as he put his knee on the bed and crawled toward her like a panther after it's prey.
Kelly struggled desperately, trying to free her arms from the restraining material. This couldn't happen. She couldn't be vulnerable to Max.
He kissed her again, resting his large body over hers, overpowering her. She tried to twist her head away, but he pulled his mouth away, spearing her with an intense, hungry look. "Give in, love. You aren't going to get away. Not now. Not ever."
"Max, please stop this." Tears were leaking from her eyes now. She couldn't give in. If she did, Max would consume her.
"Never. You are mine, Kelly. All mine. You were always meant for me and you shall belong to me." His voice was husky, heavy with conviction.
He moved his mouth down the side of her neck, laving her pulse. As he moved lower to put his hot mouth on her naked breast she almost moaned. He ran his tongue over her, nipping and laving her nipple. Her nipples were hard, sensitive. He moved to the other, giving it the same attention.
His hand wandered lazily over her stomach, moving slowly downward until he lightly caressed the lips of her pussy over her panties.
Her head trashed on the silk covered pillow. "Max, stop!" She was begging now. Damn it, her body was betraying her. Her panties were damp and slick.
He ignored her plea as his fingers became more insistent, more demanding. They delved under her panties, invading her slick, wet folds. He stroked her, paying special attention to her clit, sliding through her hot dew.
She bit back a moan as she pulled at the ties that bound her hands.
"You are so wet, love. Hot, wet and begging for my attention," he whispered in her ear softly as he moved to run his tongue around the edges of her ear. She could feel his hot breath caressing the side of her face. "I will make you wait no longer. I need to make you come."
He moved his big, hard body between her legs and her panties disappeared. She was completely open to him.
Her ran his hands over her possessively, claiming her.
Kelly gasped as he continued to stroke her pussy with his fingers, his tongue sliding up the inside of thigh, slowly stoking upwards.
Her legs were held fast by her bonds. She was held open to him, helpless to resist. She pulled hard against the bonds, writhing, in agony from his sensual teasing.
His tongue invaded her. It was slick, sliding through her slit, devouring her flesh. She couldn't hold back her moan. His tongue was hot as it twirled and laved her sensitive, pink flesh. "Oh God...Max."
His big hands caressed her thighs as his mouth attacked her pussy. He was relentless, aggressive. He directed his attention to her tiny, hard bud. He flicked and caressed it with a magic touch that was driving her insane. Her whole body was on fire with the need to orgasm. Her hips lifted, trying to relieve the torturous ache. She pulled at her bonds, wanting to pull Max's head hard against her until he satisfied her. Every thought had flown except the one driving her. She needed to come.
Max slid his fingers into her hot, wanting channel. Her walls squeezed against his sliding fingers, wanting more, needing more. She could feel the tremors starting. As though Max knew what she needed, his fingers slid fast and deep while his tongue continued nipping and stroking her clit with that wicked tongue. Harder and faster, over and over, until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She came screaming Max's name. Waves of pleasure like she had never known washed over, wracking her whole body in spasms. She was mindless, completely surrendering to Max's mastering of her body.
Max slid his fingers out of her hot, quivering channel and sipped at the honey sliding from her. He took his time, licking her completely clean before he slid up her body. His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue and it heightened her erotic pleasure.
She ground against his thigh, still needing more. She had had the most earth shattering orgasm of her life, but she still needed him. She knew that she would never have enough of him.
He growled in her ear as he left her mouth to trail hot kisses over her face. "You are perfect. So wet, hot and tight. I can't wait to fuck you, Kelly. I need to be deep inside of you."
She shivered. He sounded feral with need. "Fuck me, Max. Slide that big cock into me. I need you."
He slid over her, positioning the head of his cock next to her hot, needy channel. "You will never need with me, love. I will always satisfy you. Your need is mine."
His cock slid inside her hard and fast. He groaned, she moaned. He was big and he filled her like no other. Her walls stretched, trying to accommodate his size. She was clenched around him like a glove.
"Tell me that you need me, Kelly. Tell me that you want me," he demanded in a dark, desperate voice.
"I do, Max. I need you. Fuck me. Please." She was nearly sobbing in her need for him. It was a dark, throbbing, painful need that could only be satisfied by Max. A longing that could only be sated by this dark, seductive lover.
He started moving slowly inside of her in slow, long strokes. She lifted her hips to met him. She wanted him faster, harder, but Max would not be rushed. His breath was coming fast and heavy. Their bodies were slick with sweat. They were sliding skin against skin. "Feel, Kelly. Feel me deep inside of you," his hot breath panted in her ear.
Oh...she was feeling him. Every nerve in her body was sensitive to him.
She watched his face, so feral and wild. She felt her own instinct rising, matching his animalistic pleasure.
His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue moving inside of her mouth in the same wild rhythm as his hips that were slamming into her. It was too much...too much.
Just as she started to climax, his mouth left hers and laved her neck. His fangs punctured her vein as her first spasm struck. She felt a second of pain as he penetrated her skin and then a flood of erotic pleasure so intense that she bucked her hips, her orgasm intensifying as he suckled at her neck. She writhed in complete ecstasy, out of control. She screamed as he continued pounding into her and feeding from her neck.
She felt the bonds slip from her wrist and ankles. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist. One arm wrapped around his back, her nails biting into his skin and her other hand holding his head against her neck.
He groaned as her nails dug into him. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, her feet pushing on his rock hard ass.
Her endless spasms clenched his cock harder, massaging it with her tight muscles.
She knew he had lost control and she relished it. She heard his strangling, raspy gasp as he came, filling her deep inside with his hot, hard release. His lips ran over the punctures in her neck, closing them. They panted and moaned together, breathless.
Kelly held him tightly, feeling his body tremble. Her heart was filled with an ache that only Max could relieve. He mastered her, but she knew she could bring him to his knees as well. She smiled as he rolled to her side so that he wouldn't crush her. He pulled her tightly to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, stroking his back.
"Stay with me, Kelly. Not because I am holding you captive but because you want to." His voice was demanding but his eyes held a vulnerability she couldn't deny.
"Am I really your mate, Max?," she asked him softly.
"Yes. The one I've waited for these hundreds of years. The only one who can relieve the loneliness. That's why you're different, Kelly. You were born to be mine. I wish I had found you earlier. I could have at least been your friend until you were older and ready to accept me." he told her honestly, laying himself bare to her.