2#Awakened by the Vampire Prince (Flower) (6 page)

The
air in the room thinned as he removed his vest. She made a part squeaky, part
whimpery noise as she tried to catch her breath.

“I’ll
leave my pants on.” He growled as he advanced. His body was carved from perfection.
From the hard ridges of his flat stomach, to his wide shoulders and tattooed
arms.

This
was it. Their last time together. “No. Please.” She swallowed hard. “Take them
off.”

Xavier
half stumbled, quickly righting himself. “I told you the things I want to do to
you and I don’t have much willpower.”

“I
trust you to do right by me and no, I don’t believe you ever have told me...of
the things you want to do.” May as well go all out since she was being so
honest. Esral felt her cheeks heat.

A
look of momentary shock crossed his face and his lips twitched. “You might just
kill me, princess.” He said as he unclasped his leathers. “Are you sure?”

She
nodded, sitting up higher. Her eyes were glued to his midsection.

“Don’t
be afraid.” He growled as he kicked his boots off. Then, he shoved his pants
down stepping out of the legs before standing upright.

Her
chest heaved with every breath. “By all that is green…you are beautiful.”

Xavier
chuckled. “I don’t think a female has ever called me that before.”

Esral
let her eyes travel the length of his thick root as it jutted from his body.
His legs were muscled and long. “Well they should have because you are.”

“Should
I put them back on now?” He gestured to his pants.

She
shook her head, feeling the heaviness of her hair about her back and shoulders.
“No. I want to touch you as well.”

Xavier
groaned and took ahold of his root, squeezing it a little in his hand. It was
the sexiest thing she had ever or would ever see again. Of this she was sure.

“As
much as I would love your hands on me, I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“Just
one small touch,” she whispered.

Xavier
shook his head, the bed dipped as he moved in next to her, not quite touching
her. “This is all about you. Spread your thighs for me, princess.”

Heart
racing in response to his words, she complied.

“Wider.”
His eyes were silver. “I need to fit between them.

She
sucked in a ragged breath. “I don’t know if that would be…”

He
smiled at her and the earth felt like it stopped mid-rotation. “I want to taste
you, princess. I am sure that I could not break your thorn with my tongue.”

She
giggled. It was a silly notion. The laugh turned to a sigh as he brushed his
hands up the sides of her silk covered thighs.

“Pull
your nighty up. I want to see you”—he swallowed hard—“please, princess.” His
nostrils flared.

Heat
fused her cheeks and she struggled to breathe normally. It was hard to unclasp
her hands so that she could wrap them around the smooth silk. She hadn’t
realized that she was so nervous. A minute ago she had been ready to remove her
nightgown entirely yet right now under his intense scrutiny…she bit down on her
bottom lip.

Xavier
must’ve sensed her anxiousness because he lowered his mouth to hers, careful
not to touch her with his body. Then he dropped his sinful lips to her neck.
She felt the scratch and nip of his fangs on her skin. Esral moaned.

“Your
blood would be heavenly.” He inhaled along the skin at her neck.

The
thought of him drinking from her both terrified and excited her. She gasped
when one of his hands closed on her breast. Xavier squeezed her flesh before
raking a thumb over her nipple. She threw out a shocked gasp at how wonderful
it felt. When he used two fingers to gently pinch her already hard nub, she
gave a little excited shriek as her womb clenched and her rosebud throbbed.

“I’m
going to suck on your clit,” Xavier whispered. “I can’t wait to lick you, taste
you, fucking savor you.”

His
crude words made her even wetter, needier. The big vampire moved down and closed
his mouth over her nipple, sucking right through the thin silk. She cried out,
threading her fingers through his hair so that she could pull him closer. “So
good.” She sighed, arching into him.

Xavier
lifted himself up and stared into her eyes. “You need to be quiet, princess.
The elves don’t hear nearly as well as we do but still.”

She
nodded. Her rosebud felt swollen. Her skin so tight with desire. Her flower was
aching for his touch.

Xavier
glanced down between them. “Lift up your nighty.” His low growl felt like a
caress.

Feeling
more needy than embarrassed, after his touches, she pulled the garment up
leaving her flower covered, but not by much.

His
lip twitched and laughter lines appeared around his eyes. “Bunch it around your
waist. I want to see your sweet pussy.”

She
gasped. “My flower?”

He
smiled. “Yeah, princess. Your perfect pink, glistening…flower. I want you to
open wide so that I can see you properly before I taste you. I’ve dreamed of
this for so damned long. I can hardly wait.”

She
nodded, feeling excitement course through her.

“Have
I scared you off yet?” his brow was creased.

Esral
shook her head. “Not by a long shot.”

 “Good.”
His eyes turned liquid, like churning mercury as she pulled her nighty higher
bunching it at her waist as he had asked. Next, she pulled her knees up,
opening as wide as she could.

Xavier
cursed. “I’m sorry, princess. I think I should put my pants back on now. It
seems that you are beautiful…everywhere.”

She
shook her head, feeling nectar run down the side of her thigh. “Leave them
off.” Her voice was husky and thick with need.

“So
fucking wet.” Xavier growled while using a finger to catch the falling drops.

“I
have been told that mature elven females get very wet. This is especially true
of us females who still have our thorn. Our stems become narrower as we get
older until passage is no longer possible.” His alarmed expression made her
laugh. “It is only unmated, older females whose stems are impassable. My stem
is very narrow but I am still able to take a male inside of me. The added
lubrication from my nectar would assist entry.”

He
closed his eyes, looking pained for a few moments. “Very wet and very tight.
Are you trying to kill me?” He opened his beautiful eyes, staring across at her.

She
felt her brow crease. “I am not sure what you mean.”

“The
tighter the female, the greater the pleasure.”

Realization
dawned. “Are you saying that it would feel really good to be inside me?”

“Let’s
stop talking about it, princess. I want you so badly already. Just the thought
of you tight and moaning underneath me makes me want to turn you onto your
knees…” He shook his head. “Your first time will need to be special in every
way.” He took a deep breath. “I am going to use my tongue on you. You will
enjoy it even more than my hand.”

“It
will be better?” she choked.

“Oh
yes.” He licked his lips. “I am going to suck and lick your…rosebud. I want to
lick your slit and I would also like to put my tongue inside your pussy. Just
my tongue.”

“My
pu…” She couldn’t help the heat that suffused her cheeks. It made her want to fan
herself.

Xavier
threw her the sexiest half smile, the cleft in his chin more prominent. “Your
pussy, princess. You can say it you know?”

She
took a deep breath. “Pussy.” She whispered almost under her breath.

She
swallowed thickly wanting him to do it.

Xavier’s
eyes flared with heat and he nodded. “My tongue is thick and long. Is your
thorn deep inside or…?”

She
had to smile at him. “Your tongue may be long but it isn’t long enough.”

“I
need to be sure that you are okay with it.” He paused, giving her a chance to
object.

She
nodded, not able to talk just then as thoughts of what he was about to do ran
through her mind. The time for objections was long gone. She wanted this with
every part of her body and soul.

He
grinned and his eyes darkened. “Remember to keep quiet.”

She
nodded.

He
leaned in between her legs using his wide shoulders to hold them apart. Xavier
didn’t wait for her to grow accustomed to the feel of his tongue on her, he gripped
her hips with his big hands and began laving her rosebud in firm, even strokes
that had her breath freezing in her lungs. When he closed his hot, mouth over
the throbbing flesh, she groaned loudly. He suckled on her like she was his
favorite candy. She clawed at her bed covers as the sensations almost
overwhelmed her.

It
felt like nothing she could’ve imagined. He said it would be better than his
hand. Xavier had grossly underestimated just how good it would feel. He sucked
her and laved her intermittently until she was panting. Her hips rocked in time
with his ministrations.

Her
hands were buried deep in his hair. She could feel that her eyes were wide in
her skull. Too much and not nearly enough.

 “I
can’t wait to make love to you.” He whispered against her flesh, causing
goosebumps to rise and her heart to ache with a yearning for something that
would never be.

Then
he licked a pathway to the heart of her flower, spearing her flesh with his
tongue like he had promised. Esral cried out as ecstasy washed over her. She
threw her head back, her mouth wide on a silent scream.

Xavier
groaned, causing vibrations to course through her from his tongue. Her legs
shook from the pleasure and her hands pulled on his hair.

“You
like that,” he murmured.

“Yes,”
she moaned. “Yes…” She cried a second time as her skin tightened even more. Her
rosebud throbbed. Her breath came in ragged pants. It felt wonderful, she
couldn’t imagine how much better it would feel if his whole root was inside
her.

With
his tongue still buried deep inside her, he used a finger to slip and slide
across her ultra sensitive rosebud and she flew apart on a hoarse moan. She
pulled a pillow over her head and bit down to keep herself from screaming. Her back
bowed and her hips undulated wildly. Then he licked up her slit, settling back
on her rosebud where he nipped at her flesh causing further shockwaves of
pleasure to course through her. By the time he finished. She was a writhing,
sweating, panting mess. When he pulled away, she collapsed in a heap on her
bed.

Esral
swallowed thickly, still breathing hard. She finally cracked her eyes open and
looked down to see Xavier still perched between her legs.

He
gave her a smile that took her breath away. “I think this could be my new
favorite view.”

Unbidden,
heat crept up from her neck to her cheeks but she didn’t try and move away or
to close her legs.

“And
ripe cherries could be my new favorite flavor.” His voice was deep and sensual.
When Xavier licked his lips her heart skipped a beat.

Esral
didn’t want this to be over. She wanted him to make love to her, to take her
thorn. She wanted a life with this male but it was impossible.

Knowing
this was the last time they could be together like this, she pulled herself up
onto her elbows while keeping her eyes on his.

Xavier’s
hooded eyes swirled with silver. His brow was creased and his jaw tense, not in
anger or confusion, instead it was a look she had come to recognize as desire.
His eyes dipped to her breasts before lifting back up.

“It’s
my turn to touch you,” she whispered before her resolve left her.

Panic
flashed across his face and he shook his head. “Not a good idea, princess.” His
nostrils flared. “I can scent that you still ache.” He looked back down at her
flower, his breath warm on her nectar soaked flesh.

“No.
I really want to feel you. To ease you too.”

“Soon,
princess. Right now—”

“No…”
She shook her head, he didn’t understand. There could never be another time for
them to be together like this. This was it. She sat up, closing her thighs and
pulling them under herself. “Roll over onto your back.”

His
eyes flashed molten mercury and he clenched his jaw so tight that she was sure
he would crack a molar if he wasn’t careful. Xavier shook his head, his muscles
bunched as he used his arms to pull himself up.

“Do
it now.” Her voice came out sounding firm and sure even though her heart raced
like the wind on a stormy night.

The
creases deepened on his brow and he sucked in a ragged breath. “I don’t want to
end up rutting you and if you touch me, I might just lose my mind and do just
that. Making love to you…” His jaw clenched and he shook his head. “You don’t
want to know the number of nights I’ve woken up with a raging hard on. By
blood, princess, you don’t want to know the fantasies I have...and in every
single one of them my cock is buried deep inside you.”