Page 38 of Desired for Her Blood
“But once it was over?”
“Once it was over…” Leaning back, I look into her eyes and grin. “The first time we hit shore, I put a stake through the captain’s fucking heart and jumped ship.”
Her eyes widen, pooling with tears again. “And your pirate days were over.”
“Hardly.” I chuckle. “But my days of taking orders sure were. Never looked back. I’ve been going it alone ever since. Turns out the pirate life, the vampire life, it suits me. It gives me freedom, lets me do whatever the fuck I want.”
“I’m so sorry you went through all that.”
Shrugging, I fondle one of her tits. “All’s well that ends well.” I wink. “What’s a few years of pain compared to a hundreds filled with hedonistic pleasure?” I slide my other hand between her folds to stroke her.
Gasping, she almost pulls back, but then sighs. “But…” Tilting her head, she looks into my eyes.
Clearly she wants to question me, to push me to tell her that I’m still traumatized by what happened, that all my jokes about fucking men are to cover up my pain from being raped, that my panic attacks are trauma-related claustrophobia. Not to mention my avoidance of emotional commitments.
All those things are true, but don’t need to be said. Her tear-filled eyes are so infused with compassion and understanding, I feel like she’s already seeing inside me, like she doesn’t need me to say all those things because she already understands them. And in my entire life, I’ve never felt so seen, and so…so vividlyreal.
Pushing two fingers inside her, I kiss her, tasting her tears alongside her love, and I roll her onto her back so I can make love to her with all the passion and tenderness I feel in my heart.
Chapter Eleven
Ember
My body convulseswith yet another orgasm—I couldn’t begin to count the number I’ve had—and I press my sex against Ryker’s face as his hands tightly hold my hips in place so he can suck on my clit with his tongue flicking lightly within the circle of intense suction.
As my climax starts to subside, I open my eyes. It’s dark now. The light on the pool has all but vanished and the fire is down to a few coals.
An entire day has passed while Ryker and I made love and slept and talked and made love some more.
He rises up my body, kissing me as he goes, and then I feel the hard girth of him pushing its way slowly inside me.
Barely able to find the energy, I turn my head to see his face, his eyes, and although it’s dark now, I can sense all the emotions flowing between us, how well he now knows me, body and soul, knows me better than anyone has ever known me in my entire life.
His hips accelerating, he bends to kiss me, the taste of my juices still on his lips, and I thrust up as much as I can to meet his strokes, finding unexpected energy stores through my fatigue and hunger and thirst.
As much as I love sex when my body’s driven by vampire venom—the force, the speed, the overwhelming sensations—sex like this, my body fully feeling the friction of each stroke, sore but still wanting more, and Ryker’s cock moving slowly enough that I can perceive his movements, his responses, his affection… This, sex like this, it’s even better.
“Little dove,” he says against my lips, and then he lifts his head to look into my eyes. “Can I come inside you?”
I nod, unable to form words or make sounds. I’m hours past those kind of advanced abilities.
Hooking his arms under my thighs, he bends my legs back so I’m almost folded, and then bracing his arms on the furs he pounds into me. Hours ago, he made a soft thick bed from the furs to cushion my back from the hard stone, but it still feels like he’s driving straight through me, like the end of his cock is striking my spine. I love it.
I can’t move. Can’t even pretend to push up into his thrusts. I don’t even try as his speed accelerates and his intense pleasure is broadcasted all over his face. The pleasure and the agony as he nears his climax.
I love this man, this pirate, this vampire. I love him with all of my heart, with every part of my body, and as soon as I have some water, as soon as I’m able to form words I will tell him.
His body arching, he moves one hand to my shoulder to better hold me in place, and then his drives grow erratic, his body jerking, his cock seeming to grow and throb inside of me. And then his seed releases, his cock jerking with each strong spurt.
And although it’s fiery hot, his semen soothes and cools the intense friction that’s built up between us.
I come again too, an explosion that robs me of sight as fireworks detonate in my mind and my muscles convulse in endless strong waves that seem greedy, determined to draw every last drop of liquid from his body, to glean every last bit of pleasure from his cock.
He pulls out from inside me and my muscles down there continue to contract, the only muscles in my body currently capable of movement are squeezing over and over, as if they’re yearning for his thickness to be inside me again.
Pulled by gravity, my legs drop. Massaging them, he eases them straight, stroking my skin as he stretches his out beside mine. But I feel energy returning to my body in spite of the hours of near-constant action.
“You’re crying.” His eyes widen with alarm. “I took you too hard.”
