She laughed as he started nibbling on each of her lips. He tucked her beneath him and slowly moved on top of her. The breath she was taking caught in her throat as his body completely covered hers. Where she was soft, he was hard and firm.
“Say it,” he said darkly. He caught her lips in little kisses before tracing down to her neck to give soft bites that left her trembling.
“Dmetri, Dmetri, Dmetri!”
His laughter flowed over her like warm wine. She really liked that sound, deep and rich, accented.
“Ochen horosho.” His hands trailed over her hips and up her side in a long sweep.
“What does that mean?” she asked a bit breathlessly.
“Very good.” He started down her body in slow increments. A kiss to her neck then to her collarbone. Her breath hitched and memories of the night outside the restaurant drifted through her mind.
“Dmetri,” she gasped.
His hands pushed her shirt up and over her breasts. The bra she wore offered no protection because he easily released the catch at her back and pulled it down her arms. The straps trapped her arms to her sides but freed her breasts.
“Just keep saying my name, sweet. It’ll be good practice for when you come home with me.”
Christine’s stomach tightened with nerves; her sex grew needy and wet. His mouth captured a hard nipple, pulling it, sucking on it. Her breasts responded at the attention, pulling tighter, pressing towards his talented tongue.
His mouth trailed to the neglected breast. “I love morning fucks.” Her eyes shot wide at his words. “What?”
Hands on her hips pulled open her jeans then he pulled away, shoved them down her legs, and pushed off her shoes again. He didn’t even pull the jeans all the way off, just let them sit like a knot around her ankles so she couldn’t move them.
“Fucking in the morning. Surely you’ve heard of it. With how passionate you are I’d be surprised if you hadn’t.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, stirring the long blonde strands of his hair in an array around his shoulders and back. Still his compliment made her smirk.
“I knew you liked it.”
He gave her an arched look. “I loved it, which is just another reason why you’re mine now and coming back with me.”
She shook her head no. He ignored it, trailed his lips up one leg, over her knee with a kiss, and then further. The further up he went, the farther he spread her thighs, slowly crawling in between them.
“Though don’t expect our sex to always be like that.”
Huh. She blinked, confused. Big warm hands pressed on her thighs, squeezing then trailing over her hips as his came over her, his mouth once again finding her breasts.
“Why not? I thought it was pretty...amazing.”
He grunted against her breast then braced himself on a strong arm to play between her legs with his other. He flatted his palm above her mound. He let his thumb idly swing across her clit.
“Because I’m in charge and will always be.”
Christine gaped at him then she started laughing.
“Always laughing at me,” he growled.
And then he ripped her panties off and thrust inside.
There was no time to prepare, to expect it. He just took her in a hard stroke. And he didn’t stop moving.
His thrusts were hard, fast, steady. Christine moaned, head swishing side to side at the full, stretched feeling. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her thighs squeezed tightly around his hips wanting to wrap completely around him but her jeans kept her still for his thrusts.
With each thrust, he built her up higher and higher. Breathing grew difficult, body burned hot as a sensual haze clouded over her. He was right there with her, groans meeting moans as he thrust into her body again and again.
Christine liked it, but she wanted more. Calling on the beast which happily purred with contentment at his touch inside her, she used it to kick her legs apart. The denim tore with a loud rip and he lifted his mouth from her breast to give her a strange look. She wanted to know what that look was, it almost looked...accusing.
Each thrust hit her clit, slapped their flesh together, sending her close to the peak. So she wrapped her legs around his ass and started pumping her hips. His eyes shuttered closed as a harsh sigh left him. He couldn’t thrust hard like this as she pumped, working her sex over his cock. She held him deep inside, right where she needed him, bumping him over a part of her that made her breath catch and her blood boil.
“Dmetri,” she whispered.
His arms wrapped around the top of her head, caging her in as he rolled his hips back against hers.
She let out a short scream as the pleasure mounted. Her arms reached down and latched onto his ass, her thighs locking around his hips as they pumped against each other, rocking and thrusting.
His breaths came in hot, hard pants against her neck as he buried his face there. Hands curled into fists in her hair; and then she started coming.
The pleasure was instantaneous—incredible. Her hips met his and shook with the power of her orgasm.
“Oh!” She shouted again and again as she clung furiously to his back. Waves and crashes pulsating and pounding inside her muscles and blood.
“Christine.” He groaned like a dying man. And then he bit her neck and hammered into her.
The bite took her fading orgasm and ramped it back up, fresh and new. She couldn’t keep quiet, couldn’t stop her body from trembling so hard against his, couldn’t stop from digging her nails into his back as she held on for dear life. But he liked it.
He moved even faster, flesh pounding against flesh. With one last push, he held himself deep, his hips jerking against hers as he shot hot seed inside her.
Christine gasped, holding onto him like she didn’t want to let go. Slowly, he pulled away from her neck, licking at the bite marks he’d just made. He pulled back to kiss her. It was slow and lazy with passion. Their tongues met gently before parting ways.
He pulled back to look down at her. “You’re mine.”
She shook her head in denial.
“Say it. You’re mine.”
A small smile played at her lips. “Okay, you’re mine.” His eyebrow arched. “I suppose so but that’s not what I meant and you know it.” His eyes grew dark as a midnight sky. “Say it,” he commanded.
Christine looked away, her heart beating frantically against her ribs. She wanted to say it, she realized. She wanted to say it and mean it.
“I can’t.”
He frowned at her, his jaw working side to side.
“You will,” he promised, then kissed her once more.
Chapter 15
The three vampires stopped to rest. One started to build a fire; the biggest of the bunch went to take a piss in a small stream. The last one stayed with the girl.
She’d been beaten; her eyes were black and blue, swollen completely shut. Her clothes hung in tatters around her...that which she still wore. They’d taken off her shirt and shorts, leaving her only in her underwear. Her battered chest was red and bruised down along her ribs and stomach; her breasts looked scratched and swollen.
Brayden saw red. Slamming his eyes shut, he took deep breaths to steady himself. But when he opened them again his eyes still went back to her. Her arms were tied behind her back leaving her no chance to try to cover up her nudity. Thick rope bound her with a longer piece clenched in the vampire’s hand as a leash.
The vampire said something and hauled her to a stand. Whether it was because she couldn’t see or because of injuries he didn’t know, but she stumbled, legs shaking as she stood.
The impatient vampire pulled hard on the rope, but she didn’t cry out no matter how hard her arms were pulled.