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“Oh, Ember.” His breath is hot and heavy. “I have resisted this for so long.”
I’m about to question what he means by so long, but all my thoughts are stolen as he takes my lips in an even more passionate kiss.
Chapter Twelve
Zuben
Kissing Ember,I hold her soft supple body a safe distance away from mine as my blood and mind rage with needs I haven’t felt since I broke free of my addictions.
After escaping my Makers, it took me close to fifty years to break free of the compulsions they instilled in me, but once I did, I have remained celibate for nearly three hundred years. Abstaining to protect others from the places lust leads me. And to protect my own conscience and soul from the horrors my depraved mind craves and my body is driven to inflict.
Ember parts her lips, trying to deepen our kiss, and I concentrate, fighting to hold myself back.
I cannot—I will not ever—become that man again. Never. Especially not with her.
I have learned to control the simple needs other vampires feel after feeding. Or thought I had. This desire I feel now goes far beyond a post-feeding compulsion.
Sex and pain—both receiving and giving—were coupled together for me by my Makers, predilections they convinced me were simply part of being a vampire. Pain and pleasure are so inextricably bound in my psyche that I cannot have one without the other. The only answer was to cease both.
After time, I stopped missing sex, until Ember…
I must keep these kisses chaste, keep her innocent body away from the cruelty of mine.
But against my will, my tongue penetrates her soft mouth.
Emboldened, she sucks on my tongue, running hers along the sensitive edge of mine, and I can no longer stifle my groan. It rumbles through me and her sounds of pleasure join in, adding a vibration element to our osculating.
My cock pounds painfully with a need I have not felt for hundreds of years, and the wool of my suit abrades my rod’s highly sensitized head that I can tell has pushed past my foreskin, demanding satisfaction.
I need to stop this. It has gone too far already. Soon, I will not be able to stop myself, and if I break control I will hurt her. I always do.
My Makers both meted and demanded pain, and constantly urged me to take our depraved acts to new heights—new lows—each time we indulged in the act—between ourselves or with our innocent victims. But as vampires, we could recover from the horrific things we did to each other. Our bodies could heal from punishing poundings, which we combined with various bindings and instruments of torture that heightened our pain while we fornicated.
But these memories, which should be warnings to stop, only fuel my body’s desires.
I’m rubbing against her.
No!I pull my hips back from her fragile body, fighting to wash my mind of such thoughts.
Arching her back, she presses her soft belly against me again, and my arm disobeys my mind’s commands, pulling her forward and encouraging her body’s motions as she moves herself over my hardness.
I can kiss her and keep control, I bargain with myself. I can offer her pleasure without taking what I need. And then when the bear wakes and returns to protect her, I will find a private place where I can whip the lust out of me.
I do not pray to any god, but do so now, begging for any deity who might exist for their help. Help to keep me from taking what my body is demanding from this woman.
I’ve let this proceed this too far to deny her a release, but there is no way I caneverlet my cock loose inside her.
Chapter Thirteen
Ember
Zuben’s kissesvary from gentle to voracious, as if he keeps changing his mind, or like he only wants to take things so far before pulling back.
It’s driving me wild.
I’ve read about tantric sex, about edging, but I don’t know enough about either to know if that’s what he’s doing. But whatever it is, I love it, and his on and off passion is making me want so much more.
Groaning, his kiss intensifies. And holding my head in one hand and my butt in his other, he pulls me even harder against him. So hard it feels like his erection might leave an indentation on my belly, and it’s hard to believe that the sudden impact felt good for him. But it must have, because his hand tightens on my ass cheek and massages the flesh as he rubs himself against me.
