Dalakis Passion 2 - Lucian's Delight (13 page)

taste of her on his tongue.
"Spread your legs wider and bend over more. I want to see more of your pretty
behind." He sensed her hesitation and reached out and ran one finger between her legs,
finding her swollen clitoris and massaging it lightly. Her hips jerked and she moaned.
"Wider, Delight. I want to see all of you."
Slowly, Delight moved her feet until her legs were further apart. Lucian placed his
free hand on her stomach and urged her bottom back further even as he whispered
encouragement to her. "You can spread your legs a little wider for me, Delight." Her
feet inched apart, leaving her wide open to him. "Beautiful," he muttered as he kissed
her bottom.
Bringing both hands between her legs, he traced the damp folds of her sex until his
fingers were coated in her cream. Her clit was swollen and needy, so he teased it ever so
gently before dipping his fingers into her opening once again. Over and over, he
stroked the bud of her pleasure before plunging his fingers into her waiting warmth.
With his other hand, he traced the dark cleft of her behind to her other tight little
opening. He stroked his fingers over it until it was wet with her own cream, then ever
so
carefully,
he inserted the wet tip of one of his fingers into her ass.
"Lucian," she squealed. He could sense her discomfort.
"I won't hurt you," he reassured her. "But this is something that can bring you
pleasure as well, my love. Someday, I want to be able to love you in all ways, so we
must start to prepare your body." He kept inserting his finger as he spoke, pushing it
deeper and deeper, past the tight resistance of her bottom. "Your ass is so tight. The
pleasure will be incredible for both of us when I can finally get inside you."
Delight shivered as the pleasure-pain racked her body. He knew it was a bit of both
as his finger was long and thick and her small hole was tight. He used his other hand to
his advantage, stroking her clit and the folds of her sex as he pushed his finger as far as
it would go in her behind. The sensations were too much for her and he could feel her
body tightening as he slipped his fingers into her wet pussy. Her muscles clamped
down hard, squeezing the fingers he had inserted in both openings.
Leaning forward, he blew on her heated flesh. Delight cried out and came in a rush,
her entire body shaking as she convulsed around him. It was incredible to watch her
give herself over to the pleasure he gave, knowing she trusted him in a way she'd
trusted no other man. Her body was racked with shivers and Lucian carefully removed
his fingers from her body, ignoring the slight flinch of her body as he pulled his long
finger out of her behind.
Sitting on his knees on the floor, he pulled her into his lap. She collapsed in a heap
against him and he wrapped his arms around her to keep her from toppling over. His
cock was like steel against her back and Lucian knew he could wait no longer. He was
in real pain now. His cock and his balls were so heavy they were about to burst and his
teeth ached to sink into her skin and taste her blood. The craving was upon him and
could no longer be denied.
Lifting her easily, he laid her on her stomach on the soft Persian carpet that covered
the center of the foyer. He knew he should take her upstairs to his soft bed, but he had
waited too long. Past the point of no return, he had to have her now.
She shifted and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were drowsy and her
smile was sultry. When she got a good look at his face, her eyes widened and she licked
her lips nervously. Lucian could well imagine the picture she saw. He knew that his
normally green eyes were probably
glowing
an eerie reddish color and that his fangs
were extended over his bottom lip. His face, austere at best, would look harsh and
unforgiving in the dim light cast by the lone lamp.
Delight glanced at his cock and gasped when she saw how swollen and red it was.
A growl vibrated in his chest as he felt her gaze like it was a caress. His cock jumped
and more liquid seeped from the slit. He was so close to coming, he'd soon come on the
carpet if he didn't get inside her.
But now that the moment was at hand, and the final act of claiming was upon him,
he found that he was waiting for her decision. It had to be her choice. While every
instinct was screaming at him to just drive into her and take her, he could not.
He'd always laughed at his ancestors and the stories they'd passed down
throughout the ages of a love so great a man would deny his very salvation rather than
take what was not freely given. Now the cruel joke was on him. He finally understood
what it meant to find his one true love, the woman who would complete him and be his
for eternity. Lucian knew he would rather face his own death than to take what she
would not offer. He
waited,
his life in her hands.
"What's wrong?" She sounded confused, but Lucian couldn't answer her. Speaking
was beyond him now. It was taking all of his strength to keep his passions under his
control. "Lucian?"
He shook his head and clenched his fists. The pain in his body was almost
overwhelming and he could feel a bead of sweat roll down his back. Delight moved in
one motion. Coming up on her hands and knees, she glanced over her shoulder and
captured his fiery gaze. "Take me, Lucian. Make me yours." She hesitated and
swallowed hard. "Love me forever."
Before she'd spoken her final word, he was between her spread thighs, driving
himself
home. He felt her shudder as he surged past her swollen, delicate flesh and into
her body. Unable to stop, he seated himself to the hilt in one thrust.
Dropping his head to her shoulder, he gasped for breath. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"I'm fine, Lucian." Her words were gentle and giving even though they did not
deny the hurt.
He nodded and licked the slick flesh of her nape, tasting the mixture of salt and
desire. "I have no control left," he gritted out between clenched teeth. His cock was
pulsing hard and the urge to thrust was enormous.
Delight pulled her hips forward and then slammed them backwards, giving him all
the permission he needed. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he slammed his cock
into her from behind, driving it as hard and as far as it would go. Her body shivered,
but accepted him. A wild pleasure grew in him as he repeated the motion, over and
over.
He palmed one of her breasts, gripping the soft mound in his hand as he continued
to pound into her willing flesh. Her moans quickly became ones of pleasure that made
him thrust even harder. He couldn't get far enough inside her to please him. Harder
and faster, he ground his cock into her wet pussy. This was his, now and forever.
They were both so close to coming, but another need, a far more powerful one,
needed to be assuaged first. The words welled up deep in his soul and spewed forth,
both a promise and a vow. "You are my heart and my soul. I will protect you with my
entire being for as long as you shall live and beyond if you some
day choose
to join
me."
Now that the words had been said, Lucian finally relaxed and let go. His testicles
drew up tight to his body as he shoved his cock hard within her one last time. As he
started to come, he leaned over her and bit the back of her neck, burying his teeth to the
hilt. Delight's body jerked as she came, her inner muscles clutching his cock even as he
drank her blood. The sensation was incredible.
Lucian emptied himself into Delight even as he fed from her. It was only when she
slumped forward that he realized he'd lost all sense of time. Retracting his teeth, he
licked the wound, closing it and healing it instantly. He withdrew his semi-aroused
cock from her warmth and slowly lowered her to the floor. She shivered even though
she wasn't cold.
Lucian slumped next to her, pulling her into his arms. He felt totally drained, yet
fully alive at the same time. As her blood seeped through his veins, he flicked his
tongue over his teeth, capturing the last taste of her. Delight sighed and shivered once
again.
Heaving himself up off the floor, Lucian bent down, easily scooping Delight up into
his arms. Ignoring the clothing strewn all over the floor, he padded up the stairs with
his treasure clasped tight in his arms. They had much to sort out, but that was for later.
Right now, she needed to sleep and regain her strength. There would be time to talk
tomorrow.
Locking all the doors carefully behind him, he deposited Delight onto his bed. She
immediately rolled to her side and snuggled under the covers he pulled over her.
Taking his time, he checked to make sure all the windows were barred tight and locked
down. After doing a mental sweep of the house and assuring himself that everything
was as it should be, he climbed into bed and pulled Delight into his arms. Although she
had already drifted off to sleep, Lucian planted the suggestion in her mind that she
would sleep until the next sunset.
The dawn would be breaking soon, but Lucian didn't wait for the sun to rise.
Instead, with Delight tucked tight against his chest, he relaxed and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Just like the last time she was here, Delight awoke with great difficulty. She really
had to have a talk with Lucian about his tendency to want her to sleep while he slept
and be awake only when he was. She had an entire life and a family to take care of and
she couldn't do that if she was in bed all day.
She had no idea what time it was, but sensed that it was once again late afternoon.
Stretching gingerly, she smothered a gasp when some of her muscles protested. Her
poor body wasn't used to all the vigorous sexual activity. She hurt in places she hadn't
even known existed until she met Lucian.
Even in sleep, his arm was locked tight around her waist. Carefully, she pried his
fingers open and slipped from his grasp. He didn't move, but continued to lie there as
still as death. Delight bit her lip nervously as she placed her open palm on his chest.
Nothing.
Tugging her hand away, she brought it to her own chest and felt the comforting
thump of her heart. Intellectually, she knew that Lucian was a vampire. As farfetched as
that sounded, it was indeed a reality. What that actually entailed, she wasn't really sure.
She had so many questions to ask him, but they always seemed to get sidetracked when
they were together.
Delight shivered as memories from last night flashed in her brain. Everything that
she'd done in the restaurant and the downstairs hallway both astonished and delighted
her. She seemed to have no control where Lucian was concerned and that would have
bothered her, except that he seemed to have very little control himself when they were
together.
When he'd finally taken her on the floor last night, it was if something inside her
had changed. As he'd recited what sounded like a vow before allowing himself to
finally make love to her, she'd felt as if she'd finally come home. There was a sense of
belonging and almost of destiny with Lucian. It sounded silly when she thought about
it, but it was true nonetheless.
That was all fine and good, but she still had responsibilities and one of those would
be waiting at home to talk to her. She and Lucian hadn't had time to talk, but she'd
already decided to tell Chase the truth. He was her brother and if Lucian was going to
be a huge part of her life, then he had to know that Lucian was a vampire.
"He'll think I'm nuts," she muttered as she made herself roll out of bed and pad to
the bathroom. The woman in the mirror looked a fright with her hair sticking up on end
and her pale face staring back. Delight stuck out her tongue at herself before stepping
into the large shower stall and turning the water on full blast.
She didn't linger, but quickly washed and rinsed herself. Turning off the water, she
climbed out of the shower, grabbed a towel off the rack and quickly dried herself off.
There wasn't much she could do with her hair, so she finger-combed it before wrapping
the towel around herself and padding back to the bedroom.
Lucian hadn't moved. Delight walked over to the bed, stepped up onto the
platform, bent down and kissed his warm lips. "I'll talk to you later." She continued to
watch him for a moment, unable to pull her gaze away from his beloved face.
Finally, she made herself step down from the bed. "You've put off leaving long
enough." Delight continued to talk to herself as she unlocked the bedroom door, being
careful to close it tight behind her when she stepped out into the hallway.
"Now, where are my clothes?" She crept down the stairs, nervous for some
unknown reason. She felt more like an intruder than a guest, and she really didn't like
the feeling that she was sneaking out on Lucian.
Again.
"I'm not really," she assured herself as she picked her black lace panties off the
floor, shook them out and stepped into them.
Her dress was a black clump on the floor. It would have a few wrinkles, but that
couldn't be helped. Bending over, she plucked it off the floor and straightened the
fabric. "I'll be back. I promise." Dropping the towel, she raised the dress to pull it over
her head.
"I'm glad to hear that."
Delight shrieked as a rough male voice startled her. Pulling the dress back in front
of her like a shield, she backed away from the unfamiliar voice. Clad only in her
underwear, she confronted the intruder. "Who are you?"
He continued to advance on her, his every movement filled with a masculine grace
that reminded her of Lucian. The more she stared at him, the more convinced she was
that he had to be related to Lucian somehow. This man was even larger than Lucian,
which made him absolutely huge, but he had the same green eyes and they shared the
same basic facial structure. The stranger also had long black hair that was pulled back
in a ponytail.
"You're Lucian's brother." She was both thrilled and dismayed by this turn of
events. Delight was pleased to meet Lucian's family, just not in her underwear. Trying
to ignore the fact that only a small black piece of fabric covered her, she thrust her hand
towards him. "I'm Delight."
"You certainly are." His words charmed her as he took her hand in his much larger