Odyssey (The Vampire Destiny Series Companion Book 1) (36 page)

She would never understand the satisfaction her arousal brought me, and how it only increased my desire for her.  I was brutal, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, only to back off and gently stroke her again.  I doled out this mind-jumbling torture that went on for blocks until we pulled up in front of our building.  Only then did I let my fingers slip from inside of her and I adjusted her panties as if I had never touched them.  To add fuel to the fire, I placed both of my fingers that were coated with her juices in my mouth, slowly licking them with my tongue.

“We are home, vackra.  Come with me.”  With a wink, I was out of the car and waiting for her wrath.

With a gleam in her eye, I could see she was past the point of no return.  She rushed out of the car and took my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine as we walked into our building and waited for the elevator.

The doors had barely closed when she lunged at me.  She slammed me savagely against the metal wall of the elevator, showing me that she wanted me with a ferocity that made my cock rock-hard and struggle to not take her in the elevator. Her hands viciously pulled at my tie and her fingers were frantic as they struggled to unbutton my shirt.  She grabbed the lapels of my jacket, pulling my face down to hers.  Our lips collided in an explosive kiss, her tongue teasing and persistent as it twisted against my own.  My mouth was equally as hungry, easily taking control of the kiss with a low, rumbling growl.

Backing us out into the hallway, I walked us backwards and our passionate embrace never broke.  I smoothly pushed her against the wall on one side of the hall and she pressed back, knocking me to the other side with her surprisingly increasing strength.

Somehow amidst our passionate exchange, I had the presence of mind to retrieve my keys, swiftly opening the door.  We stumbled inside, our arms and legs tangled together.

We were a blur as we struggled for dominance in our need to make love.  Our hands were in perpetual motion, stripping away the layers of our clothing as we continued our frenzied dance.  My suit jacket fell to the floor in the living room; her shoes were haphazardly kicked aside in the kitchen.  My wrinkled dress shirt and tie landed in the hallway and her dress ended up in the doorway of our bedroom.  Our mouths were relentless as we devoured each other with mindless, drugging kisses that left me shaking, breathless and craving more.

“You told me I suitably wooed you, Josephine.  Now I am going to properly fuck you.”

She broke free from my grasp and backed away until she was on the opposite side of the bed, moving faster than she ever had before.  She was satisfied with herself; her wide smile mocked me while her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips beckoned me to come closer.  She cocked her eyebrow in defiance and crooked a finger at me, motioning for me to come to her.

Only the city lights from the wall of windows illuminated the room as I swaggered towards her.  I could imagine how sinister I must look to her; the predator stalking its prey.  Every muscle in my arms and chest flexed in anticipation as I unbuckled my belt and ripped it from my pants, dropping it to the floor with a heavy clang.  My eyes were ravenous as I stalked her, my fingers twitching impatiently.  If I chose to, I could have her pinned to the bed before she could even react.  However, I was enjoying the chase, like a lion pursuing a gazelle.

I flicked open the button on my pants and lowered the zipper slowly, the fabric rustling as it slipped over my hips.  My smile was wicked and sexy as I edged across the bed towards her, hooking a finger underneath the front of her bra and pulling her to me.

My eyes drifted to her breasts before lifting my gaze to meet hers.  My tongue swiped across my lower lip, already able to taste her skin on my tongue.  “Playing hard to get, vackra?”

“Would you like me to?” she asked saucily.  Threading her fingers through my hair, her hands stopped at the nape of my neck.  She tugged my head back, exposing the long stretch of my throat to her.  I swallowed unevenly and my body tensed, every muscle contracting.  Lowering her lips to my chest, she licked across my clavicle, up the length of my neck to the edge of my jaw.  She loosened her grip on my hair and our eyes met again, black to black.  Grinning wickedly, I could feel my fangs fully exposed and on display.

My finger snapped the lacy fabric of her bra apart.  I crawled closer and it was my turn to tease her, my tongue flickering out to lazily lick circles around her pert nipple, causing a shiver to run down her spine.  I turned my attention to the other, but instead of using my tongue, my fangs sank into her skin and I swallowed hungrily.  Her hot blood was sweeter than mead, more addictive than any drug.  Her body reacted to my bite as she bowed against me, the sweet smell of her excitement flooding her panties.  When I withdrew my fangs and my arms blurred to grab her, she had no time to respond.

She realized much too late that the aggressor had become the prey.  I had her trapped to the bed and I moved to straddle her, my long, powerful legs on both sides of her thighs.  My fingers started their path at her cheekbone, my calloused fingertips dragging down her jaw to stroke the side of her neck.  I paused, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse racing from beneath her skin.  My hooded eyes watched the vein throb for a moment before I resumed my exploration, outlining the fullness of her breast and running my palm over the fragile skin of her ribs.  Smiling softly, her chest heaved in anticipation as my hand dropped lower to ghost against her firm stomach, casually running a finger over her ruined panties.  They were soaked, and when I ripped them from her, she let out a soft cry of surprise.

“Shh…just feel.”

I shifted between her legs and I stretched over her body, my hard cock pressing against her thigh.  I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her with long, sensual kisses.  With the slightest jut of my hips, I slowly inched my way inside of her.  I was gentle, my thrusts shallow and tender.  I was making love to her like I was worshiping her heart, her soul and her body.  Every kiss I placed upon her lips was languid and reverent.

“Stefan… love you.  So much.  Too much…”

Our minds became one in that moment, and we jointly experienced every emotion and sensation we were feeling.  I could feel her sweet surrender, while she felt my lust and the powerful crush of my love. The combination of our shared feelings was threatening to pull us into the abyss together.

I could only compare being inside of her to the sweetest torture I had ever known, finding myself torn between wanting to pleasure and possess her.  And the love I felt for her… it was like nothing I could equate it to.  I felt as though she destroyed me, turning everything I knew and understood upside down and inside out.

She was quick to agree.
“It’s what I feel for you, Stefan… you’ve ruined me too.”

Still buried deep inside her hot depths, her hands ran over the tight muscles of my back, exploring every dip and curve as they tensed and relaxed with each of my thrusts.  As much as I wanted to have this moment last forever, I knew I would not last much longer.  I felt myself begin to swell inside of her, and in turn her inner walls tremored around my cock.  She exploded around me and seized beneath me, her fingernails raking jagged scratches across my back.  She cried out my name like a mantra, that she loved me and could not live without me.  And as I felt my orgasm overtake me, my head collapsed against her chest and I let out a ragged sob.  My arms encircled her, holding her against me as if my very life depended on keeping her captive in my embrace.

“Stefan? What just happened?” She pressed a kiss against my temple.  “I’m right here.  Baby, you can let me go.”

I shook my head stubbornly against her breast.  I rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me, my arms still wrapped firmly around her.  My eyes stared at the ceiling and I attempted to conceal my troubled thoughts from her.

But I was ripped open by her love and could keep nothing from her.

“It is as I thought.  You have shattered me,” I whispered.  “You have torn me apart and I do not know how to survive without you.  My heart, my existence is solely in the palm of your beautiful hand.  Imagine Josephine, living almost 1,000 years on the earth to discover that one woman will be the very death of me.”

My arms went limp and she slipped to the bed.  Sitting at my side, she stared down at me.  I turned my head to look at her, my eyes boring into hers, stormy and terrified.  She went to touch my face and my hand blurred to encircle her wrist, ceasing her movement.

“What does that mean? You’ve broken me too, Stefan.  There’s no one else for me…there never will be another.  You are my heart and soul.”

Gradually, I released my hold on her wrist.  “It means that my fate is tangled with yours.  That if you would die tomorrow, I would seek out a way to end my life.  It means that I cherish you above everything else, that I love you desperately,” I admitted, sitting up beside of her on the rumpled sheets.  “Do you understand?  There
is
no me without you.”

Her eyes glazed over as my words sank in. “Two parts of a whole,” she murmured weakly.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, Stefan.  So very sorry.” She lowered her head and the curtain of her hair fell over her shoulders, shrouding her face from me.  I reached over and pressed a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to me.

“Never be sorry, vackra.  Not about this.  I love you.  Today, tomorrow and for an eternity.  För evigt.”  It was as if admitting my feelings resolved my inner turmoil, and I felt my face finally relax into a smile.  “There is something I want to give you.”

I had been waiting for the perfect moment to give her this trinket from my human life, and I dashed from the bed to the dresser and pulled out a long, black velvet jewelry box.  I sauntered back and sat back down beside of her, leaning over to press a kiss on the tip of her nose.  Placing it on her leg, I anxiously waited as she reached down to pick the box up with shaky fingers.

Flipping open the case, she inhaled abruptly as she admired the long gold chain and ancient pendant that gleamed against the velvet.  It was a crude carving of a man and a woman facing one another and had been my mothers until her death.  I reached over and picked up the necklace, my mind flooding with jumbled memories as I held the pendant in my hands.

“It’s beautiful,” Josephine stammered.  I placed it around her neck and it came to rest just above the swell of her breasts.  Her fingers unconsciously reached up to stroke it as she leaned forward to kiss me softly in thanks.  “What does it mean?”

“It is one of the few possessions I have from my human life.  It had belonged to my mother.  It depicts the courtship of Freyr and Gerda.  They were from different worlds, yet Freyr still fell in love with Gerda.  She at first spurned his affections, saying she could never love him because of what and who he was.  She conceded in the end.”  My finger rubbed over the pendant as it glinted against her skin.  “While you never spurned my affection, we come from different times and different worlds.  It is a token of my commitment and love to you.”