Daylight - Book 1 (No Death for the Wicked) (8 page)

Chapter
Seven

Control

My body enclosed securely by his, griping my hips, he eases us down into a scarlet colored chair, lifting me up and lowers me slowly back down on him. I slide all the way meeting his pelvis and begin rotating my hip, hitting the depth I'm craving. My back arches as I drive our bodies together, my nails sever through his clothing while I'm grasping for some stability. Graham's relentless hands support my greedy body, and I'm nothing but a lusting mess. My rapid movements back and forth pull him deeper into me and then recede, only to pull him deeper into me again. His mouth responds to my mental begging as his tongue circles my nipples.

While my hips buck back
, his thumb circles my aching bundle of nerves. He adds more pressure and precisely times his strokes with my body slamming into him. Every central muscle within my heated, sopping wet core tenses and builds. The faster I ramp up the momentum, the harder he adds the pressure. His daring eyes watch me as he nips at my swollen heavy breasts. I swallow trying to formulate some coherent words.

“Graham... I can't take much more.”

“Yes you can, Mattie,” he commands as his teeth pull away from my erect nipple. I'm barely balancing on my last string of restraints. His thumb slides upward with each affirming word he says, “Yes.” Caressing it once and again when he says, “You.” And again swirling his thumb touching it. “Can.”

I let out a long thirsty, sensual moan as I'm sent right over the top with no more restrictions, losing every bit of control. I can't help but pound my body harder down on to his massive hardness. The sexual sensation his body gives me emits a downpour that inadvertently turns into a primal urge. In my world there are no promises, there are no safe words. When we are engaged like this, I want to feel him, touch him, lick, and most of all
taste him
, all of him. No timid sexual give-and-take now, it has slipped past that, prosecuted to a level where strength, endurance and carnal passions reign. I lunge myself forward against him, instinctively baring my fangs as I mark the jugular.

My hair is yanked back keeping my fangs just out of reach. I'm panting, with his full erection still inside me. He breaks us apart and I wince at the separation from him, he spins me around slamming me face down on the bed. I reach above and forcibly grab a hand full of his hair as he mounts over me. In a flash I have him plastered against the wall, but only because he allowed it. A slight
aggressive smile enhances his drop-dead gorgeous face.

Graham

“Lick me Mattie,” I behest her sensing her body tense up. I stare immersed in her desiring brown eyes which are riveting, wide and all-consuming. I want to overshadow all her uncontrollable impulses that I know are caged inside.

“What?” she sighs heavily out.

I place my fingertip against the alluded pulsing vein in my neck and say, “Right, here.” My finger drags across my neck as her gaze intensifies. She leans in and hesitates. I can feel her nose nuzzling against the crook of my neck, breathing me in. And then her tongue slow, wet, and unhurried generously licks my flesh. She stops. My hand courses up her vivacious side ending with my hand cupping her. Her body is still rigid and I utilize my thumb to caress against her breast, soothing her and she breathes out a shiver. I know what she wants and how she wants it. My finger slides higher to the tip of her chin, tilting it so that our lips are a breath apart. She's beautiful like this.

“You better know what you're playing with,” she chides as her lips brush along my mouth.

“And who says I'm playing?” I confront. Her lips return to my neck again as her fingers comb through my hair as she inches closer. I let my eyes fall closed as I scarcely feel the sharp edge of her fangs skim across my flesh. I'm aware she has superlative velocity and strength, but the one thing she'll prove to me is how much she's provoking my own claim over her. I envision a thousand ways I want her, locking her hands in mine I throw her back on the bed. Pinning her hands above her head, I pivot myself against her and she lets out the most savoring moan.

My body deliberately presses right on top of her and she hooks her long slender legs around me. She flashes and her sleek structure forms above me, mounting me with her own brute force and a determination to take control. She adjusts herself, clutching my chest
. Her legs spread wide for me, but then she shifts her weight and eases bitterly slow down on top of me. On an unknown level, whether it to be longing, necessity, or a requirement, I have yet to decide, but she has me groaning hungrily out her name, “
Mattie
...”

I roughly grab a tight hold on her hips to cease her unholy, rapturous rhythmic motions and take charge flipping her quickly underneath me. My thighs secure her and the heat from her makes me throb fiercely to impel and embed inside her. “Are you fiddling around, while Rome burns Graham?” she relates with a reprehending grin.

She adds a grinding thrust against me that causes me to drop down next to her ear and whisper, “I promise you, I have no intentions to neglect my priorities during a crisis such as this.” Her hand slides down, gripping me, while her other hand drags her nails, scratching along my back.

“Mattie... you do like to play dangerously, but I feel I should warn you, there is something...” I jerk us around and maneuver her on top again, a conquering smile sweeps over her face, white fangs shine at me in the dimly lit room.  “...something that you need to know about us. There are no limits.” I slide down
under her, parting her legs and reach my tongue out, penetrating her lips. “No boundaries.” My tongue slides inside her as her body trembles against my touch and she pushes herself harder against me. “No restrictions.” I lock my arms at the base of her lovely hips, lying on my back now, with her wet core quivering deliciously for me. I lick back the hood of her clit and suck it into my mouth. My teeth tease it as I did her nipple just moments ago. I get the response I'm looking for. A rapture of quakes shake through her, from the tips of her toes all the way up to her full lips as her carnal fangs ache and long for flesh. The rush of pleasure dismantles her. In an untamed moan I grab her and pull her hard against my mouth. Hearing her, feeling her in bliss, it almost relinquishes my own uncivil control.

“
Graham
?” Her tone is breathless but sharp and I don't have to read her mind to know what she wants. I glide my hands down her thighs and around to her posterior, inhaling her scent while my mouth still touches her highly sensitive area as I answer her, “Yes, Mattie?”

“I'm going to fuck that smug smirk right off your face.”

I grin shrewdly and slide my body slowly upward, still underneath her. I stop when I meet her hungry eyes, which in turn causes me to throb more. She dips her body downward and the tips of her nipples strain across my chest, as she rips the rest of my shirt off. Her eyes watch me as she takes my bottom lip in hers, hooking her fangs on the margin of my lip. And the entire time her eyes gloat with mirth. She's quick as she tries to forcefully thrust her body down on me, but I'm faster and I keep a firm, solid grip on her.              

“Patience,” I forewarn
and send her a grin.

“Sorry, I'm fresh out,” she retaliates, her behavior changes once she feels me beginning to part her, from brassy and cocky to wet and stimulated. I barely enter her when a suggestive growl comes from her
mouth which is poised only a razor's width apart from my own. She mouths silently with her supple lips, “Don't tease me
.
”

“Is that a threat?”

“It's definitely a threat.” Her breathing hitches as I lower her on me just the slightest inch. This only chisels away at my self-assurance. I'm aching, hard, and ready to flip her over onto her back and don't stop until we both are exhausted beyond belief. But when I see her like this, challenging, gorgeous, and anticipating my every movement, I want nothing more than to linger this out. 

“Are you sure about that?” I ask but I'm left unanswered, her hands flash down my stomach, pressing me in
to the mattress.

“I'm as sure as death and taxes,” she affirms as she tries again to force my more than willing body deeper inside her and I reward her this time. She takes all of me, possessing me to the hilt.

She clamps her legs tighter around and exerts an unimaginable amount of strength. I grip her hips evenly as we collide together, sheathing all of me at once. She is anchored on top but I abandon our current position and pitch her beneath me. Her eyes open wide, her desire spikes and the air between us thickens with the scent of sex. I release her hips and support my body as she thrusts upward. I meet her stroke for stroke and we both groan out. Her never-failing pace isn't unforeseen and the violent penetration she starves for is not that far beyond what I had visualized about her. I knew she would be impetuous in bed. Her long, lean legs wrap around my lower waist, I can feel the pressure building between us. I watch as I support myself over her and listen to her as she belts out her cries for more. Her nails claw and sink into the sheets and shred the fabric to pieces. Her dark brows furrow together and her lips spread divinely apart with each thrust, arching her back her breasts are caught between my teeth. 

Deep inside me I feel a core of pleasure bundle tight and begin climbing through my body, passing through my gut. My breathing becomes labored and matches hers. She's rapidly hitting her peak. I feel the pulsing reach the base of my erection and all my muscles go taunt. A throaty
guttural sound erupts out of me, slamming everything I have into her. My pace slackens as her inner rhythmic muscles contract, powering a vise-like grip on me. Her body multiples an intense pulsating sensation, and it blends our climax together. I'm riddle with sweat, as my body gives her everything, tipping us over into a novelty realm and I don't plan for us to leave this state any time soon.

In the end I gradually collapse next to her and brace her protectively against my chest. The only sound is the air in the old pipes rattling from the apartment we are in. She's in her dormant condition, lifeless, as still as a corpse as she lies beside me. I concentrate on her lips which I would kill to have all over me again. The thought has me battling the universal urge to touch them one more time before I am forced to go. I ease myself from the bed and check the windows making sure they are secure from any trace of light. I stand at my full height and fashion a new set of clothes. The process takes longer than usual, being with her burned more energy than I thought. As much as I relish having her naked, I know she needs clothing too. I cast an easy glance over her as I faze through the door.

I search room to room for the things I require, before retuning I curate the trite hallways foraging out any danger that could come to her. There is no sign that within this proximity the Voynich are searching for her. A
pproaching the door I falter and I can't pass through it. I need to consume more life-force, and soon.  

My time is slipping and I can feel the numbness burrow through, my realm is different from hers, where blood, bone and flesh thrive. I am bound to the demised and it is by my will alone that I disregard my nature, to be with her. It issues many mortal's souls to sustain my physical form, my blood, bone, and flesh to walk these planes of physicality and I will do what is essential to be with her. But I have to be cautious and not lose my control, lose my own hunger while I'm with her. We are both playing with fire while it's a dangerous undertaking I don't believe neither one of us will back away.

I drop the articles of clothing for her at the foot of the mahogany bed and sit myself in the chair we fucked in. Reclining back, I study how her dark satin-like hair shades her beatific face. She's more than easy on the eyes. I replay the time we've spent here together, but I'm eternally reminded that other compulsions must be met. I lean forward and drag my hands over my face, and wait. In the silent hours I perpetuate my energy, slowing down my breathing to a shallow concise breath, delaying the next until I'm as still as she is. There are a few things I have to establish before I go, even though it's tormenting me to leave her. I can not stay.

I feel the night breach the dusk and I smile as her embrowned eyes open. I slant my head in her direction and taunt, “You sure make it diff
icult for me to do my job.”

Mattie

“Is that so?” I ask propping myself up on my elbow. “Why don't you call in sick tonight?” His reaction is a deep amused grunt with a devious dark raised brow.

“The universe is not a forgiving boss.”

“So... will you be stalking me later? I'm curious, is that part of your
job
description?”

“That
, and so much more, Mattie.”

“Well, I'm definitely liking the
more
part. Tell me, how much more of you can I get?”

“I'll tell you what,” He says stroking the side of his freshly shaven chin, chewing over something in his mind I can just see it in his clear-cut blue eyes. “Tell me why you want the Daylight serum so badly and I will show you...”

“Yes?” I sit up, he has me alert and switched on, I can smell him across the room, I can even sense his breaths are lessened and unsound and in a blink I'm already wet for him.