Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (28 page)

“No babe, not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He leaned against her that little bit more to make her realise he meant it. He was still hard inside her; she was impaled on him, and he had no intention of letting her off his cock until he was good and bloody ready. With his arms holding her, his body against hers and his cock wedged firmly inside her, he definitely had the advantage.

“Why do you cry after sex Flame, and stop trying to avoid the question? I’m not letting you go until you answer me.” He shifted his hips, feeling her tighten around him again. “I’m keeping my dick inside you until you tell me what’s wrong. Now that could really fucking cramp your style next time you’re working, and trying to dance on that pole.” He warned her and saw the reluctant smile curve her lips.

“I...it’s…you don’t need to pretend you give a shit Damien. I know you enough to know you don’t give a shit about women. We’re simply here for you to fuck and feed from, and I’m sure you’ve done plenty of that over the decades, centuries, however fucking long you’ve been vampire for.”

“Well yes, normally but you’re different, I told you that and don’t ask a vampire his age. It’s rude.”

Flame snorted in his arms and it triggered a burst of sensation in his cock. He needed to get out of her. No way in hell could he have a serious conversation with his cock in her. His every instinct was screaming at him to say to hell with it, slam into her and not stop until they’d both come again, but he genuinely did want to know why she had cried the last couple of times they’d had sex.

“Damien, for fuck sakes, let me down now. This is stupid. We don’t have a fucking relationship. You don’t give a shit about me anymore than I give a shit about you.” She wiggled in his arms and he groaned.

Damn her she was fucking wrong; as much as it scared the absolute crap out of him to admit it, he did care about her. If he was honest with himself, he more than cared about her. He had to, he felt very different with her; he’d never felt like this before. The fact he wanted to fuck her over and over again was different. Only Cassie and Chloe had ever been fucked frequently by him, but that was because as far as he was concerned, they were little more than service fucks. He had been known to call them Clayton’s fucks. The fucks you have when you can’t find anyone else to fuck.

Flame definitely stirred feelings unfamiliar to him. Hell, he had trouble getting it up with anyone else, but one look at her and he was hard. No, he couldn’t deny it any longer. She was slowly but surely worming her way in, and for the first time he was fearful for his heart.

“I told you I feel something with you Flame, I don’t exactly know what it is, or why you make me feel different, but you do. Believe me, I do care about you. I don’t do this shit normally. I don’t have women in my room, in my bed, and no woman has ever slept with me; I mean to actually sleep. I like you, despite the shit you give me, I like you. Don’t do your usual shitting on me crap, to make me mad. You do this all the time. You try to make me so pissed off with you, I’m happy to let you run away. Well not this time.”

“You’re a vampire Damien and a man whore. Let’s face it, have you ever given a shit about a woman before?” She quirked an eyebrow at him, her lips twisted.

He could feel the familiar frustration and anger rising that she always seemed to stir in him. Why did this damn woman drive him so crazy? For fuck sakes, he wasn’t going to let her win this one though. She admitted she pushed people away to protect herself; well she wasn’t going to do it to him, not while his cock was still inside her. They were about as close as they could be physically, but already, emotionally she was trying to back away.

“You’re not going to do this to me babe. I’m not a fucking idiot. You piss me off to push me away; well forget it. My cock is inside you, feel it?” He pushed up into her and watched as her eyes closed, her lips parting on a soft sigh. “You can treat me like shit, insult me, push me away, but you can’t change this. You can no more control your body’s reaction to me than I can control mine to you. Now, stop pissing me off, stop trying to drive me away, and for fuck sakes stop trying to avoid the question. I want to know why you’re crying when we fuck? It’s more than just the release isn’t it? Talk to me, please.” He pulled her head down to him, brushing his lips over hers. “Come on babe. I’m not taking my dick out of you until you talk to me so don’t bother trying to get it out of you because it won’t work. You can throw everything you want at me but I’m not budging.” He wrapped his arms around her and straightened before carrying her to the bed.

Carefully he lowered himself to the mattress, his arms locked around her so she couldn’t escape, and when he finally had them both lying down, he positioned them on their sides, his arms around her, and one leg helping to hold her down. He raised her head to meet his gaze but she seemed reluctant to look at him.

“Talk to me. I told you and I’m serious, I’m going to keep my dick in you until you tell me what’s wrong. It’s going to get really awkward going everywhere joined like this, but hey, I don’t have to work.” He laughed softly. “Well, if you continue to be stubborn, I’ll be pole dancing tomorrow I guess. Is it tomorrow night you work next?” He asked and she nodded.  “Seriously, why can’t you speak to me Flame? Why do you stay silent? Please babe, talk to me.”

Flame

I reluctantly met Damien’s eyes when he asked me again why I wouldn’t speak to him. It was hard to meet his eyes because revealing aspects of me to others was not something I was generally comfortable doing. Basically I’d avoided getting close to anyone for years.

I wasn’t entirely sure why I’d broken down twice now after reaching orgasm. Ok the sex was intense, amazing and even now, lying here, my face pressed into Damien’s chest, his gorgeous scent filling my nostrils, it was hard to focus on anything but the feel of his large cock inside me. I was sure if I moved around, if I clenched my pussy I’d be able to distract him from pushing me for answers and appeal to his inner man whore and get him fucking me again.

“Babe? Are you thinking about how to answer me or are you plotting my death?”

That made me smile. He could come out with the funniest things. Dammit, I didn’t want to like him. It was Damien, he was a fucking vampire. We had no chance for a future. I knew that the minute I left town he’d be between the thighs of another woman and he’d forget all about me. The thing that terrified me was I wasn’t so sure I’d walk away without leaving a little of myself behind. He was inside me now. Well, literally he was. I was still full of his cock, but emotionally he had already left a piece of himself within my heart.

“I’m not plotting your death and anyway you’re already dead. How does one kill a vampire? Is it like in the movies; decapitation, fire, wooden stake to the heart?”

“Well I’m not sure it would be in my best interests to answer that one babe. Avoiding that sharp tongue of yours is bad enough. I don’t particularly wish to be ducking stakes, swords, knives, whatever you can find to use on me. The only thing I will tell you is that sunlight would normally have us all going up in flames but this stops that.” He pointed to the funny tattoo on his neck that looked like a barcode. “Ok, now you’ve deployed just about every stalling tactic you can, talk to me because I’m serious.” He tilted his hips, pushing his cock more firmly into me and I gasped at the feel of him sliding over my tender flesh. “You’re going to have my dick in you forever if you don’t speak to me.” He cupped my cheek, brushing his lips over my temple and pushing his fingers gently through my hair. “Please Flame. Just talk to me otherwise I’m going to have my self-confidence shot to shit. You’ll have me thinking I’m a lousy lay and that’s why you’re crying.” I felt his lips curve up against my skin where they still rested near my cheek.

I snorted. “You know it’s not that Damien so stop with the false feeling sorry for yourself bullshit. You know how well you fuck. I bet the girls tell you that all the time.” I laughed before sobering. I would just say it quickly, tell him what he wanted to know, and maybe then, I could get it over with before the pain had a chance to truly surface. “My parents abandoned me when I was eighteen years old. Ok, not exactly a baby I know but there was no warning, no nothing. I came home from work one day and…and they’d gone. I…it was hard to suddenly have to go it alone. They’d left me nothing, no money, no forwarding address, not even any fucking furniture. The house was empty of nearly everything but my things and a few things to survive a couple of days until I was able to move in with a friend of mine.” I paused, the pain of what my parents had done colouring my voice. Could Damien tell? Did he know how much it had broken my heart?

I felt his arms tighten around me and he kissed my temple. “Have you seen them since they left you? Did you ever get a chance for an explanation?”

I gave a hollow sounding laugh. “Oh I know why they left. They were good to me.” My voice dripped sarcasm. “They left me a note. Every painful excuse for abandoning their only child was in that note.” I felt tears prick at my eyes again and fought to hold them back. “It’s because of what I am. I’m a freak, nothing more than a huge fucking freak and they didn’t want a freak for a daughter. See my parents were wealthy people, considered highly by the community where we lived and a daughter who is a telekinetic was not only embarrassing but quite simply, socially unacceptable.”

“Fuck babe. That’s shit, and parents can be shit. Some people should never be parents and yours were obviously prime examples of people who should never have been allowed to breed. You’re not a freak, trust me. You’re gorgeous, stunning, the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I can say that confidently because no other woman has ever made me want her more than once. When it comes to you I can’t seem to get enough. You’re strong and independent, you’re smart too and I don’t just mean that mouth of yours. You are different, the way you make me feel is different and that’s not because you’re a fucking telekinetic. It’s not even a big part of you. I’m not exactly ducking flying objects babe and you haven’t nearly knocked me out during sex yet either.”

“I had wondered about that.” I mused. “I don’t understand why sex with you isn’t leading to my telekinesis becoming unstable. It’s normally unpredictable, but especially when I come. When I lose control, I lose control of my telekinesis too. The only thing I can think of is that because the sex with you is very intense and yeah, don’t let it go to your fucking head ok? “I tilted my head back to shoot him a warning glance. “I think somehow you distract me enough, or ground me; basically I’m so focused on what you’re doing to me, my mind, my body, even my fucking soul, all of me, is totally engrossed, totally consumed, totally overcome with you.” My voice dropped to a whisper and this time when I tilted my head back, I expected to see that look in his eyes, that cocky, macho, full of himself arrogance that he liked to bandy about all the time, but there was nothing. In fact there was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite decipher and after a few moments of us staring at one another, not speaking, he finally leaned forward and touched his lips to mine.

He kissed me for what felt like hours although it was actually just minutes and his kiss was different this time. It was soft, gentle, just a slow movement of his lips over mine. He made no effort to push his tongue into my mouth or deepen the kiss. There wasn’t even anything necessarily sexual about it. It was more a comforting thing, a kiss which made me feel he understood what I was saying to him. This was a kiss that showed he really did care.  It was reassuring that he hadn’t made any attempt to blow his own trumpet over his sexual prowess. Fuck he knew he was good, I knew he was good, half the damn population of Hobart probably would have known that if he hadn’t wiped their minds. He really didn’t need to climb up on his soapbox and tell me that.

For the first time I looked at him as more than just some man whore vampire, hell bent on fucking his way through the population of Tasmania. When he released my lips and pulled back to study my face, for the first time I saw him as someone who despite my frequent attempts to not let him in, had in fact managed to get under my skin. For the first time I realised there was more to this beautiful vampire, than met the eye.

It was comforting to learn Damien did actually have a heart but it terrified me to discover that there was more to him than I had initially realised. I didn’t want to like him; I didn’t want to care for him. I didn’t want to have anyone who would make me even consider not leaving town as I always did. I didn’t want to have anyone who would make me wonder why I felt I still had to leave town. Damien knew what I was and he didn’t care, but it didn’t matter; I couldn’t let him in and I couldn’t let myself love him. If I let myself love him, then eventually he wouldn’t want me and he would go away. If you love someone, they will always break your heart. This was my belief and this was why I moved around. It was protection; protection from detection and protection of my heart.

I must have been lying there for too long just staring at Damien, nervously chewing on my bottom lip because his voice interrupted my musings. “Ok babe, I’m not sure if you’re stalling but I know there’s more to your story than your parents abandoning you. Talk to me my Firebird and stop trying to distract me by chewing your lip like that. Tell me why sex with me has reduced you to tears not once but twice.”

I met those beautiful bright green eyes of his that were studying me so closely and I realised, I had no choice but to answer him, to give him some sort of explanation. He wasn’t going to let up or back down, so with a deep sigh, I continued.