Darkness Burning (7 page)

She wrapped her arms around his torso and tried to pull him closer. “It means fuck me. I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll face consequences later.”

At last, he relented and came down on top of her. His weight provided comfort while at the same time ratcheting up her excitement, because she knew he was about to let loose. “Enough of the English lesson?” she asked, her words sounding breathy rather than glib.

“I think I like you tense and needy. Makes me feel like I’m a god.”

Since she’d just had a similar thought, she moaned. “Play like you’re Thor, then, and give me some thunder.”

His hips rolled to give her an easy, but insistent, inner nudge. “Do you want the lightning bolts, too?”

“Only if they last longer than a quick flash in the sky.”

Alexander kissed her cheek, her nose and swept her lips
with a hot, quick kiss. “Do me a favor then. I don’t want you in the way.”

“I’m in the way? My being in the way of something is the point, right?”

“Don’t get bitchy. I’m only saying I can be faster, stroke you harder, if you’re completely open. Ease your thighs from around my waist and raise your legs high and wide.”

She did it quickly, opening completely beneath him, pointing her toes like a ballerina.

“Now let your legs relax outward, just a little more.”

When she’d opened as wide as she could without doing a gymnast’s split, she locked her gaze with his.

“Now, when I start, all you have to do is grab something to keep from moving up our moveable bed. Got it?”

“You trying to impress me?”

His hips rolled in the saddle she’d made for him, his cock digging deeper, stroking toward her womb. “Have I so far?”

Miki bit back a groan, not ready to let him know she was already mighty amazed. “I’m withholding judgment. Have to see how far you move me.”

A small, tense smile quirked up one side of his mouth. “What do you need to render judgment in my favor?”

“You shutting up and fucking me so hard I forget any other men I’ve had tonight.”

“Tall order. Those guys were vampires.”

“I think they were too full of themselves and their super-powers. They cheated. You’re doing just fine.”

“Am I?” he drawled, circling, scuffing her clitoris with his pubic hair.

At that moment, with her pussy contracting, clamping hard around his dick, she realized he was teasing her. She leaned
up and nipped his chin. “I’m getting ready to crawl all over you in a second if you don’t start moving. That’s pretty damn good.”

“You’re just under the influence.”

“I’m hornier than I should be, but I’m not delusional. I know this is good.”

He came up on his arms again despite her moan of protest, then lifted his hips to drop them sharply down on hers, slapping her open crotch. He did it again and again, until the moisture inside her leaked out and they were both quickly soaked.

His strokes quickened, shortened, sharpening at the end of each thrust.

And even though she wished she could wrap herself around him and hug his body close, she reveled in how open, how exposed she was. She could see his cock glide in and out…watch her vulva sink with each inward stroke and stretch outward when he rose…could feel the powerful hardness of his lower belly and upper thighs as he pounded at her.

Because she couldn’t aid him in any way, she had to accept everything he gave—every stroke, every slap, every swirling, circling dip as he screwed into her.

He could have sought his own unimpeded pleasure quickly, but he watched her, looking for those telltale cues she didn’t know she was giving. And when her pussy began to ripple and tremble, and her breaths shortened to sobs, he lifted her buttocks in his palms and slammed harder into her, shoving her onto his cock as he stroked inward.

Shorter strokes, faster…until at the end he worked her up and down his shaft so fast that her cries lengthened into an endless, broken wail.

When she came back to herself, dragging in gulps of air, she
rolled her head and stared at him. He shuddered, his chest glistening with sweat. His firm, strong cock was still buried deep inside her. “You didn’t come.”

“Impressed now?” he gritted out.

“Wordless,” she whispered.

He rolled, taking her over him.

“Thought you liked to be on top,” she grumbled, sure her shaking limbs would have her collapsing in a limp heap any moment now.

“I do, but I’m too tempted to flurry some more. This way, you can take what you need. Get yourself worked up for the next round.”

“I’m already quite happy. Boneless, actually.”

“It won’t last long.”

Sure enough, her channel pulsed around him, giving his shaft a sexy caress. “This is so not fair.”

“You said that before.”

She lifted one eyebrow. “Am I boring you?”

Both his eyebrows rose, and she blushed, glad it was dark. His lack of boredom had her bolted to his hips.

Miki leaned over him, bracing her hands on his shoulders. She began to move, tentatively, testing the way this position felt, experimenting with a roll and a little bounce to see how her movements made him react.

Gazing down her body to where they joined, she lifted high enough to watch his thick glistening shaft disappear inside her as she swallowed him again. Up and down, forward and back, churning, and then finally grinding in tight circles while sweat broke on her skin, trickling from her temples and between her breasts.

She leaned closer, liking the way the sweat eased the glides.
Her body felt fluid, graceful, strong. Her thighs gripped his hips harder and she plunged down on him, crashing her hips against his. Growing breathless again, she lay closer and flexed her bottom up and down, mimicking a man’s movements to fuck him.

Alexander groaned and slid his hands over her buttocks, gripping them hard as he gave her a sexy little roll that ground his cock deeper, touching the spot again, raking it with his veined shaft and the ridge encircling his crown.

With the slow grinding movement, she could feel it all. She rubbed her nipples on his chest, rubbed her belly against his, couldn’t get enough of his skin and hers, moving together. The soft hairs covering his body were a gentle loofah scouring her hypersensitive flesh.

“I don’t want to be on top anymore,” she said in a little voice, her bottom flexing faster.

“Want more flurry?”

“Please.”

“Thank God.” He slid her off his cock. When she began to roll to her back, he stopped her, flipped her to her belly, snaked an arm beneath her waist, and lifted her hips high.

Miki rested on her elbows, her breath rasping as he arranged her body for his pleasure. Behind her now, his hands gently guided her knees apart, then scooped up her hips to form a sharper angle.

With her legs spread wide open and her sex swollen, she knew how she must look. Wet and open, her pussy clasping around air. He could see everything.

She expected to feel his fingers open her right before he plunged his cock inside. The hardness she’d teased and pumped upon was ripe, ready for release.

Instead, she felt his fingers pause to trace the tattoo that stretched across her lower back. “Naughty girl, you have a tramp stamp.”

“It’s just a bird.”

“Why’d you choose it?”

She shrugged, as though it had been unimportant, when in truth she didn’t know why it was there. Why that particular design had appealed to her former self.

He trailed his fingers lower, following the crease between her buttocks downward. He halted at her anus and circled it.

Sarah drew a ragged breath as her anxiety elevated.

“Ever been fucked here, Sarah?” he said, his voice deepening.

She jerked as he used that name, wishing she’d told him the truth to begin with. “No.”

“But it’s been touched?”

She nodded quickly, wishing he’d move along and stop rubbing her there.

“Probed?”

The way he said it, a little drawn out and rasping, the way he touched it, softly, reverently, made her shiver. She drew another deep breath and nodded again.

“I’d love to do more. Will you let me?”

“Alexander, I don’t know…” Why did he ask? Why didn’t he just do what he wanted? How could she tell him, “
Yes
,
you can fuck my ass?
”

“Does it embarrass you for me to play with it?”

“Yes,” she hissed when his fingers rimmed her again.

“Good. You’ve given up so much tonight, without thinking, without giving permission. I think I’d like to see what you will allow. I think you’ll let me do anything I want.”

Would he ever stop talking? Her whole body was trembling, burning, and he wanted to tease her? He could have her any way he wanted, and she’d be kissing his feet in gratitude so long as he did something quick.
Now!
“God, you’re sounding as arrogant as them now.”

“But you like it?”

She rocked shallowly, forward and back, trying to tempt him to enter her, any damn place he wanted, trying to ease her own tension with the soothing motion. “Please, don’t tease me.”

His lips pressed against one buttock, trailed wetly from one to the other while her heart hammered against her chest.

Fingers tucked inside her pussy, burning her. At her indrawn breath, they pulled free.

She felt the cushions dip beside her. He bent down, his gaze looking into hers.

Miki had the thought that anyone spying on them would see twin moons aligning. She almost smiled.

Alexander’s lips pursed a moment, as though he was thinking. “You’re a bit raw. I think you’d better rest your juicy cunt.”

Miki closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose. “Never thought I’d hear it described quite like that.”

Alexander’s eyes danced with mischief. “Prefer moist, gooey center?”

“Don’t! My ass is in the air. Laughing now would be too undignified.”

“More undignified than we already are? Well, we have options,” he said, his voice trailing off in a sexy slide while his hand glided over her bottom.

“Options? Like a menu?”

“Menu? Now I’ll be fixated on food.”

“Mention hot dogs and buns, and I’m out of here,” she growled.

“I was going to say…you have options. Entirely up to you.” He pressed a finger on her lips when she opened her mouth for another retort. “I could suck your clit, again.”

She moaned against his finger and stuck out her tongue to lap along the sides.

This time he moaned, then cleared his throat. “Maybe later. I deserve a reward. Second option: I could give your little asshole a test drive.”

She bit his finger. “You won’t fit.”

“You’ll be amazed how much your body can take when properly inspired.”

“The clit thing, I think.”

“Coward,” he whispered.

Miki groaned. “I just can’t say it. How about you do the whole take-charge thing? Be the caveman to my damsel in distress.”

“You’re mixing metaphors.”

“What if the damsel prefers the caveman to a rusty old knight?”

“You can cry uncle any time you’re not comfortable.”

“Alexander?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She forgot what she’d been about to say. “You shouldn’t call me that.
Sweetheart
. I might think you really like me.”

His smile, which looked just a little sad, made her heart ache. “Funny enough, that doesn’t scare me.”

A
lex watched as Sarah’s tongue swept out to wet her lips. When she looked ready to say something more, he suddenly felt a chill caress his spine. Perhaps it was a subconscious warning that he was falling too deeply into the fantasy.

After all, he wasn’t an average kind of guy. The complications he’d bring to an ordinary sort of relationship could bring grave consequences. As much as he might have liked to continue the teasing, to follow the path this intriguing little bit of romance might have led him down, he wasn’t truly free to pursue it.

Already, her gaze spoke of her blossoming feelings. The trust in her eyes and the poignancy of her softening features pulled at emotions he hadn’t the luxury to enjoy.

In all fairness to her and himself, he couldn’t allow the connection between them to deepen.

Tonight was just an interlude, regardless of how much part of him wished he’d been free to pursue her. Her misconception of his true nature entranced him. She believed him kind, honorable. An average guy. A
good-looking
average guy.

She amused him, seemed able to draw out a whimsical side to his nature he’d never before discovered.

But she was only a distraction.

Drawing away, he knelt behind her again, ignoring her as she lifted her head to glance behind her, her expression questioning, as though she sensed the change in him.

He ignored her confusion, instead concentrating on the ferocious ache tightening his balls. “So caveman it is,” he murmured.

Again, because he couldn’t resist, he swirled his fingers in her liquid heat, coating them in cream, tunneling a little deeper to remind her why he’d offered options in the first place.

Her wince gave him a pang of regret, but he reminded himself she wasn’t exactly Little Miss Innocent. She’d entered the vampire’s den with her eyes wide open. Her bite in the alleyway should have been warning enough.

So her morning-after regrets had begun to weigh on her before the night was even through. So she’d drunk a potion that took some of the decision out of her hands.

She’d been the one to accept
Alex’s
invitation.

She’d lost a little blood, given up ownership of her body for one night. Maybe she’d learn a lesson. This world wasn’t kind to humans. Better she learn with him than with some of the others, who’d discard her as soon as she’d fulfilled their pur
pose, without worrying too much about whether she’d survive the guilt and nightmares afterward.

He hadn’t coerced her into doing a damn thing. She’d squirmed on his lap, gotten him hard with her lush peach perfume and the heady scent of her arousal—had
begged
him to help her.

Playing a rescuer wasn’t anything new to him, only he usually charged in to save humans from ravaging demons and vampires—not from their own lust.

Now that he’d renewed his priorities, he could take care of the business of feeding his own appetites. That she would find relief from her relentless arousal was the benefit she’d receive for her gift. He’d never have to see her again.

If he handled this right, she’d never again be tempted to enter this world.

Still, when she glanced back, her wide, glistening gaze reflecting alarm, he felt an irresistible urge to gather her close and reassure her that all would be well. Her heart-shaped face and luminous eyes were growing on him. If he spent too much more time with her, he’d be convinced a relationship with her was possible.

He dragged his gaze from her face and stared instead at what his hands closed around: her lush round ass, her plump sex, and the little hole above it that would no doubt chew his dick to pieces. The thought of how tight her virgin asshole would feel closing around him had a dangerous, growling hunger building inside him.

“I take it back,” she said, her head swiveling to look straight ahead.

“What? Control?” he drawled. “Too late.” To emphasize his
point, he clamped a hand around her hip to hold her still.

She wriggled slightly, as though testing the strength of his embrace and will. “Actually,” she said after she’d stilled, “I think the drug’s wearing off. We can stop now.”

“You forget one thing,” he said slowly and precisely, careful not to give her the warmth of gentle teasing. Letting her hear the natural tone of his voice. “I’ve seen to all your needs. Don’t you think I deserve a little consideration?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry about this. Truly,” she said in a small voice.

“You will be.” He bent over to blanket her back, sliding his hands down her arms to clasp her hands firmly. “Tomorrow, when you wake up,” he whispered in her ear, “you’ll want a bath, but there isn’t any water for a long soak. You’ll feel dizzy and wonder just how much blood was taken and how long it will be before you feel like yourself again.” He lapped her neck, tongued her earlobe, then squeezed her hands hard as he nestled closer to continue in a rougher tone. “It will take a long time for the memories to fade, for you to feel you’re the one in charge of your own life, because now that you’ve tasted and been tasted, you’ll crave it.”

A shuddering breath made her whole body quiver. “Is that how it is for you? Why you’re here?”

He’d expected her to resist, to try to pull away her hands and head. Instead, she’d offered him empathy. “I don’t have a conscience when it comes to my pleasure or my needs,
Sarah
. You needed me. I was amused. A few hours of mutual enjoyment isn’t such a bad trade, is it?”

“Why are you acting this way?” she said, her voice growing gruff, as though she was fighting the urge to cry.

“Because you want more than I can give you.” That was as much of the truth as he could offer her.

“I only asked for help.” This time her voice broke.

The sound nearly made him reconsider his path. Alex tamped down the regret and pity welling up inside him. “You asked me to fuck you, but you want more, don’t you?”

“I already decided I never want to see you again. As nice as I
thought
you were, I still never want to be reminded of what happened here.”

Alex swallowed, closing his eyes for a second. “Let’s make sure you don’t forget the lesson,” he rasped. Then he thumbed her clit, pressing it hard, following with a flick of his fingernail.

Her bottom jerked, and she gasped. Her shoulders bunched, and she tried to crawl forward from beneath him.

He tightened his hold on the notch of her hip, not letting her budge, and leaned away. With his free hand he continued to torture her clit, while he slid fingers deep inside her. Her cunt was hot and soaked, her lips parting to welcome him inside.

Only he’d already been there. Another opening, one unbreached beyond a little fondling by Nicolas and himself, drew his attention.

At that moment, he realized he might be a little jealous. Was that the real reason he pulled away from the feelings she tugged from him? He’d never been jealous of a lover. They were so easily found, so easily replaced once they bored him or clung too tightly. He wasn’t a promiscuous vamp, but he had lived centuries and had had more lovers than he could count or remember. But he didn’t think he’d ever been jealous before.

Besides, his destiny precluded anything but political matches.
Yearning for something he couldn’t have, something he could never be, was a waste of time and a drain on his emotions.

He sensed Sarah would be a huge drain. A colossal disaster. A vulnerable human would have to be made a vampire. Even then his enemies would be so many that she would never be safe.

Political matches wouldn’t require an investment of affection.

So sex was all this could ever be. And only tonight. Whether she thought she was ready for this or not, he had to have her. He bent close, anticipating her shock, and licked the seam bisecting her buttocks.

She dropped to her elbows. Her ragged breaths shook her shoulders and back. Still, she uttered no protest, giving him silent permission to continue.

A wash of possessive lust swept through him, gripping his balls hard, jerking his cock. Anticipation had his own breaths shortening, the muscles of his chest and thighs tightening. He gently dipped a finger into her vagina and withdrew it, then used her silken cream to rim her little puckering hole, circling round and round before pushing slowly inside.

The tight ring of muscle contracted, squeezing him, and his dick jerked again.
Sweet Jesus
, he could hardly wait to feel its hot clasp.

Although he’d decided to steel himself against her charms, he didn’t want to be cruel. He dropped more moisture from his mouth into her crack and used it to ease another finger inside her.

Her entrance squeezed hard around him, resisting his intrusion. Sarah’s long “uhhhhhn” stretched out as he slowly rotated his fingers to ease the tightness.

“Breathe, love,” he whispered. “Relax.”

She shook her head. Her body quivered. But she didn’t try to pull away.

Alex slipped his free hand beneath her and palmed her pussy, heating it up, massaging it and her clit as he worked his fingers deeper inside.

Finally, he felt the tension ease around him, and he pulled out his fingers, ignoring her sigh of relief before thrusting three fingers quickly inside her ass.

Sarah’s back arched. “
God
,
Alexander
…too much!”

“Easy baby,” he crooned. “I haven’t even begun.”

He might have relented if the hand cupping her pussy hadn’t instantly been drenched. Her cunt spasmed, clenching, opening, clenching again. Similarly, her asshole pulsed.

If he’d been the average guy she thought he was, he might have given her time, days perhaps, to ease her into this sort of play. Instead, he withdrew his fingers, ground his palm against her pussy one last time, then transferred the moisture to the latex sheath covering his cock.

He stroked himself up and down, gritting his teeth, squeezing the base of his cock for a moment—a warning to himself not to let go, not until he felt the first sexy convulsions of her body when she came.

And he knew she would, despite the discomfort, and because of the burning pressure he’d exert against her virgin entrance.

He grasped his cock just below the head, placed himself at her back entrance, and flexed his hips.

She jerked forward. He followed, this time gripping her hips before he pressed again. Her breath hitched, and a tight moan gurgled at the back of her throat as he continued to push. At last the ring relented, and he slid just inside.

Her forehead rolled on the cushioned seats, but she held her body perfectly still, as though afraid to jar him. They both struggled to breathe for a long moment.

Then the heat surrounding him, filling him, became too much to resist. Alex flexed, pushing forward, cramming further inside, his jaws grinding together because it felt so damn good. Her ass cinched his cock. He dropped more spit into her crease, brought his cock out and rolled the tip in the moisture before reinserting it gently. This time the resistance was much weaker. He gave her a tentative thrust—shallow, controlled.

Sarah shifted her trembling knees, widening her stance. Because she thought she might crumble at any moment? Or was she bracing for a “flurry”?

“How are you feeling, Sarah?” he asked tightly.

“I burn,” came her small voice.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, without any intention of doing so even if she did say yes. “Am I hurting you?”

“Not…exactly.”

“You feel pressure?”

“Yes.”

“Heat?”

“God, yes,” she sobbed softly.

“Do you want more of me?”

“Please…”

If she’d looked over her shoulder at that moment, she might have grown afraid again. His lips were drawn back in a feral snarl. His body tensed, muscles bulging as he finally let his blood flow through him, pumping him up, readying him to come unglued.

With Sarah braced, he thrust forward, easing deeper,
stretching her, filling her until she gulped for air. He pulled back and thrust again, another steady glide. When he came at her a third time, he stroked faster, and then pulsed in and out, increasing the tempo of his thrusts, working his hips in circular motions to stretch her further.

When her back began its sensual arch, he gripped her ass hard and powered into her, pummeling her soft bottom as he moved faster and faster until he hammered her, shoving her forward, shoving her across the pillows until they slid away and she scraped her knees on wood.

Still, he didn’t relent, didn’t slow down. He followed her across the floor, his knees grinding into the planks.

She reached out to grip the edge of a seat and held herself steady for his assault, her body stretching forward, back bowing, her buttocks rippling with his powerful thrusts until she cried out.

When she crumbled toward the floor, he scooped up her hips and continued to hammer. Her ass was hot, tight, burning through the latex as it clamped hard around him, restricting the blood flowing away so that his erection didn’t flag, his orgasm couldn’t explode.

Finally, he pulled out, wrapped his hand around his cock, and masturbated himself, shoving his cock through his fingers, fiercely pumping up and down his shaft. When he came, he shouted, stroking through the explosion that shot cum against the saggy tip of his condom and emptied his balls.

After his release finally waned, he opened his eyes. His knees were splayed, his fist still clutching himself, stroking more gently up and down to draw out the last dying ripples of his orgasm.

Sarah had fallen to the floor of the gazebo and rolled to her side. Her large eyes watched the motion of his hand. Her liquid gaze stared in rapt fascination.

He let go of himself and rested his hands on his thighs while he dragged air into his starving lungs.

When the last deep shudders racking his body eased, he rolled the condom off his dick and tossed it away. Sarah’s gaze remained glued to him. He ringed the base of his cock to keep himself engorged and hard, then lifted his hand toward her.

She placed hers on top of his palm and he pulled her across the floor, pulled her down until her head was even with his cock. Holding her gaze, he lifted his buttocks and speared into her mouth.