Bound to the Vampire (12 page)

He felt the cold breeze as they hurtled through space. His feet touched down on a soft carpet. He opened his eyes and saw the Eiffel Tower out the window.

“We're in Paris.”

“
Oui.
”

“You agreed to marry me.”

She smiled again. “I did.”

She absently ran her fingers through his hair.

“Why?” She could have easily held a grudge till the end of time and been justified.

“Living without you was worse than old resentment.”

“I love you,” he said against her lips.

“Life's too short, even if we had five thousand—”

“Ten thousand.”

“Twenty thousand years, I don't think I'd ever regret spending them with you. I regret not confronting you that night. I should have. I should have gotten in your face and demanded the truth but I ran away like a silly brat. I should have been stronger.”

“We were both wrong in that regard.”

“I'm ashamed it took me so long to come to my senses.”

He slipped his hands down to her waist and pulled her hips against his. “No more ashamed than I am.”

“Good thing I learn from my mistakes.”

“Then why did you resist when I took your hand tonight?” He asked, fingering the tab of her zipper.

“I needed to be sure,” she murmured, her fingers working the buttons of his shirt.

“Sure?” He prompted, sliding the zipper down.

“That you were serious. That you weren't on a lark.”

“You wanted me to come after you.”

She leaned forward and kissed the skin she'd exposed. “Like I said, I had to be sure.”

Hah. A ruse. She’d become cagey but he didn’t blame her.

His breath stalled in his lungs as she kissed the spot right above his heart. “Be sure. Be very sure, Val-dear.”

She nipped her way down his abs and looked up at him through inky lashes. Then she licked her way back up to his lips. Growling low in his throat he sealed their lips together and closed his hand around her neck. She rolled her hips against his and slid her tongue across his lower lip.

Needing to feel her against him, skin against skin, he jerked the lacey top of her dress down her shoulders. It pooled around her waist and he caressed from her shoulders to her navel, every dip, every curve. Her hands pushed his shirt down his shoulders, trapped his arms for a moment. He muscled his way out of it, shredding the fabric and then he was touching her again, tweaking her small nipples until they beaded against his fingers.

Bending, he shoved her dress to the floor and took her right nipple between his lips. He made love to it with his tongue, teasing it with fast flicks until she was gasping.

“Such beautiful sounds you make, Val-dear.”

“Mmmm.”

“I've missed this,” he murmured, kissing his way down to her lace panties. The pattern was a decadent mix of sheer and opaque swirls meant to entice a man. Black as night against her pale skin. He smiled up at her, and was reminded of why this was one of his favorite views. She was perfection: lithe, silky smooth, perfectly sculpted for his hands, and she watched him with so much love in his eyes.

“I'm the luckiest man alive.”

She closed her eyes then and he felt the change in her. Happiness flipped to sadness in the blink of an eye. He was on his feet, pulling her into the shelter of his arms before the first tear fell. He spoke to her softly in their native tongue.

“We've wasted so much time,” she admonished, so brokenly that he got choked up as well. The emotion was uncommon for him but soul deep.

“We're going to make up for all of it. Starting now.”

She nodded, giving him a smile that made him soar, and swiped at her tears with the back of her hand.

He scooped her up and turned to the bedroom. Thankfully the door was open and there was nothing impeding him from the bed. He knelt in the center and followed her down.

Her hands drifted from his shoulders to his slacks. As soon as she had the button undone and the zipper down he helped her shove them from his hips. He reached for her panties, eager to shed every last barrier between them.

When they were both gloriously naked he kissed his way up her legs, across her stomach and stopped to lavish attention on her breasts. She caressed his cock with cool fingertips, driving him closer to the brink.

He took her hands in his and held them over her head. “You can't do that
mon amour
. I've been without you too long. And I want to last inside you for more than a heartbeat.”

She smiled again and he loved the fact that they'd smeared her lipstick. She'd never been more gorgeous in his eyes. From perfectly coiffed to perfectly mused.

“Then make love to me.”

He groaned at the seductive words. She all but purred beneath him. Holding her hands with his left, he let his right hand slide down the underside of her arm. He paused to clasp her throat and stole a deep, thirsty kiss.

As he drank from her lips he pinched her nipples until she arched into his hands and cried into his mouth. Further south, he traced her belly button before skipping down to smooth his fingertips over her thighs. She twisted beneath him, rubbed herself against him like a kitten.

He cupped her mound in his hand and she moaned. “I love the fact that you shaved,” he whispered against her lips and slid a finger into her wetness.

She rewarded him with more sounds of pleasure. Then she begged.

They were some of the sweetest words he'd ever heard and he couldn't agree more. His cock was tired of waiting.

Settling himself between her thighs, he let go of her hands. One arm wrapped beneath her shoulders he took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her pussy.

She squirmed and grabbed his backside. Flexing her nails into his skin she moaned “now.”

“Vixen.” He entered her with one long smooth thrust that made him see stars. She was so wet but so tight.

Neither of them moved for several long moments. He tried to hold off his orgasm but it was a losing battle.

“I love you, Dameon.”

At last…he had the pleasure of hearing his name on her lips.

He opened his eyes and stared down into hers.
Silver
. Full of love. There was nothing separating them and he wouldn't let anything come between them again.

“
Je t’aime
, Valencia.
Je t’aime
.”

Then he moved, slowly pulling his hips back until the tip was nestled between her lower lips. A quick thrust and he was seated again. Home. Home at last.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Together they thrust against each other; letting centuries of passion take over. So wild was their desire, they rolled over and over until they landed on the floor but he never stopped thrusting into her and she never slowed.

Lips locked, she dropped one foot to the floor and pushed until he was flat on his back. Straddling his hips, she kept up the frenzied pace.

Straightening, she stared down at him while she rolled her hips against his cock. Her fingernails skimmed his chest, eliciting a groan. He clasped her hips between his hands and helped her keep up the frantic speed. She cupped her breasts, ran her hands down her stomach and back up again, driving him wild with every movement.

She'd gotten sexier, bolder. He wasn't sure how he was going to survive or at least hold back his orgasm with the new, brazen Valencia. Especially the way she held his gaze, so full of challenge and adoration. He could read every emotion there and got swept away in them as well.

With a deep moan, she slowed her thrusts...almost to a stop. Her hips rose and sank over his so deliberately he thought she'd somehow managed to slow time.

Valencia loved the look of bliss on Dameon's face. She loved that they fit together better now than they ever had before. She loved that she'd learned a few new tricks to thrill him in bed. He still had the stamina of an Arabian stallion. But she was ready to make him come. She was ready to feel his fangs pierce her flesh. She was ready to soar.

“Bite me,” she urged, rolling her hips against his pelvis. Her clit made contact and she shuddered.

“I thought you wanted to wait until our wedding night.”

“I'm through waiting. I am yours. I always have been and I always will be.”

The look in his sinful blue eyes said he understood and agreed. His lips parted on a groan as she sank down onto him again. Fully seated, she leaned forward until her breasts grazed his chest.

“No more waiting,” he said and a surge of something passed between them, invisible but hot. Real and primal. She was used to such feelings with Dameon. Their romance had never been typical. Their love had been hotter than the sun. He'd been headstrong and she'd been hot headed. Perhaps that's why they'd burned out.

They were getting a second chance. She wanted to weep with happiness but kissed him instead, pouring all her feelings into it. He'd spoken the words she'd been dying to hear. She'd tell him more later. But for now... she raked her fangs against his throat.

“No waiting, ever again,” he said, his voice tight with urgency.

She sank her fangs into his neck and felt the twin pricks against her own skin. The ecstasy was immediate, white hot, filled her from head to toe. Her orgasm had been building for so long and at the first suckle of his mouth, she exploded.

A heady mix filled her blood until she was dizzy. Pleasure poured through her, wave after wave, until she was drowning. Her moans echoed in her ears and mingled with his. She took and gave; her body tight against his. He held her like he'd never let her go, his cock thickening as he came.

A second climax hit her and she disengaged her fangs and cried out. His hips bucked up against hers and a deep growl rumbled from his chest. She licked her lips.

“Delicious,” she murmured. “And all mine.”

“Yours,” he agreed, licking her wound closed. “Mine,” he grunted and slanted his lips across hers.

She braced her hands against his chest and gave herself over to his talented mouth. The taste of his blood was rich on her tongue and the mating of their mouths was exquisite, headier than she could have ever imagined.

She sucked on his lower lip and let it pop free. “Yours,” she replied, staring into his eyes, now silver with emotion. “Forever.”

“Forever, Val-dear.
Forever
.”

The End

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