Belonging (19 page)

A familiar song began playing and he begged his leave, dragging her away from the throng…directly to the dance floor. People cleared, making way for the almighty Vampire Lord. As Massive Attack starting singing the lyrics to “Angel”, Damian stopped, grabbed her hips and slammed them into his. With her four-inch heels, she was still several inches shorter, and his erection was now low on her belly, hard as granite. He watched her with an intensity she hadn’t seen before, like he was going to devour her any second, his eyes bright with love and unquenchable craving.

He was so goddamned sexy in his custom-tailored black suit. He’d paired it with a shirt whose shade matched her dress perfectly. With the top two buttons undone, his erotic tattoos peeked through.

His eyes pierced her with incredible passion as he softly sang the sultry lyrics that nearly made her barely-there panties melt.
Fan, please.

Everyone else faded away and there was nothing but him and the erotic music echoing in the background. Moving his hips in a slow and grinding motion, she threw her arms around his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. He moved their bodies in time to the slow beat and bent down taking her lips with his, whispering the dirty things he wanted to do to her between kisses. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra and dress. Every rub against him set them on fire anew.

Hot kisses blazed a fiery trail to her ear. “You look fucking amazing in that dress, Analise. I can hardly wait to be inside that hot, tight pussy of yours again. I’d take you right here, but I’m not sharing my Moira with anyone else.”

Her legs nearly buckled, only his strong arms holding her up. The hand on her back snaked down to her ass, his finger tracing between her butt cheeks. “I want you everywhere, kitten. Soon,” he taunted.

Her core flooded, her thong absolutely drenched now. He filled her pussy to the brim, how would he ever fit there without doing permanent damage? She felt him smile against her cheek.

With one hand on her hip keeping them in rhythm, the other cupped her cheek before his lips crashed into hers. Every ounce of desire he felt for her was put into that one kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, sweeping against hers, dominating. Tugging her bottom lip between his, he bit hard enough to draw blood, then groaned when it hit his lips. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. Her body was ablaze. She ached to have him fill her, make love to her, make her his.

Turning, she ground her backside against his erection, swaying against his perfectly honed body. His hands firmly grasped her hips and she drew her arms overhead, wrapping them around his neck. Her hands ran through his dark locks as one of his trailed up her torso, cupping her breast. He thumbed her nipple through the imprisoning fabric, the sensation going directly to her clit as if they were wired together. She was so damned turned on she might have an orgasm right here.

Lips caressed her neck, teeth lightly nipping, but not hard enough to break the skin. Angling her head for easier access, Damian took full advantage. He alternated between aggressive sucking and erotically scraping his teeth along her neckline. She wouldn’t be surprised if she had a hickey come morning. Both hands now cupped her breasts, his thumbs lightly teasing the top of her dress, trying to dip inside.

“I can smell your wetness, Analise. It’s driving me out of my fucking mind.” His voice was gravelly, thick with desire.

“I want you,” she moaned. “Please.” She sounded desperate. She was.

He turned her around, pillaging her mouth once again as he lifted her in his arms. She wound her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and he never let up the pressure as he quickly walked them off the dance floor. Wherever they were going, it had better be close; she was about to explode. One touch from him and she would detonate.

Moments later she heard the door open and close, not bothering to open her eyes until Damian deposited her on a soft couch and released her from his grip. She was literally ready to open her legs and rip off her own thong to get him inside of her.

“Now you have the right idea, kitten,” he purred.
Another game?

Still breathing hard, she slid back on the soft leather and watched him get a chair from behind a large wooden desk. She briefly looked around now, noticing they were in an office. It wasn’t anything fancy, filing cabinets filling one side and bookshelves the other. Since they were underground, there were no windows to the outside and the walls were cement. The leather couch was the only real luxury in the room.

Damian set the chair down about ten feet away and sat facing her. Her stomach clenched. She could hear the music pounding outside the closed door, albeit muted.

“Lose the panties.” Dominant Damian had returned. Jesus, he made her so horny when he was like this. Every smart retort drowned in a sea of desire.

She stood and obeyed, setting them next to her on the couch. “Ah, ah…hand them over.” She did, reluctantly. When he brought them to his nose and took a big inhale she just about lost it. She wanted to strip him naked and suck his cock.

He smiled brightly. “We’ll get to that.” Damn him. Was nothing a girl thought private anymore?

“Stop broadcasting your thoughts so loudly, and I won’t hear them as often. They’re like a bullhorn in my head.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued. “Now, the dress. Off.”

The scrap of fabric he’d had someone named Katrina get her could hardly be called a dress. It was held up by two thin straps, hugged every curve and barely covered her ass. The front dipped so low, the bra she wore nearly showed and her cleavage bounced with every step she took. She’d almost told Damian she couldn’t be seen in public in such a getup, but when he saw her wearing it his eyes practically bugged out of his head like a cartoon character. So the dress stayed, of course.

She began to kick her heels off when he stopped her. “Those stay on.”

She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows. He simply smiled seductively, his eyes ablaze. Two can play at that game. She slowly, slowly unzipped and dropped the dress, kicking it out of the way. She was now standing in only her new baby blue lacy bra and black fuck-me heels.

His eyes scoured over every inch of her exposed flesh. “Fucking perfection,” he murmured. “On the couch, legs up with your heels hooked on the edging. Spread your knees so I can see how wet you are for me.” She opened her mouth to ask if he was kidding, but thought better of it at his intense glare.

She backed up, eyes locked with his, until her knees hit the leather. She slowly sank down and scooted toward the back so she could comfortably comply with his command. Comfortable was relative, she’d never felt so exposed in her life. When she was in the desired position, she watched him—watching her. Heat prickled her cheeks, but desire sat low in her belly, swirling like a tornado. She waited with anticipation for the next command.

“Pull down the cups of your bra so your beautiful nipples are fully exposed, kitten.” His voice was low and rough. She delighted in the fact she could affect him so much. She could only imagine the vision she made with her legs spread open and glistening, boobs now perky due to the bra’s support, desire etched across her entire face.

He stood, removed his suit coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Sitting back down, he crossed his arms and legs and leaned back in the chair. He looked casual, like he might be having a business lunch, except for the rock hard erection straining his zipper and his lust-filled, hooded eyes.

“Touch yourself, kitten. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

“What?” She couldn’t have stopped the question if she’d tried.

“Analise.” His voice was hard, unyielding. They held each other’s gazes, each waiting for the other to break. She started to pull her knees together and he was immediately in front of her, holding them back. Damn, he moved fast. He leaned forward until they were nose-to-nose. And he didn’t look happy.

“Are you itching for a punishment, Analise? Because I’m itching to give you one.” She shook her head slowly. He closed the gap, giving her a heated kiss. Pulling back, he whispered, “I want this. You want this too, if you can get past your unfounded embarrassment. You’re a vision sitting here like this, all spread for me and obedient, even though I know it goes against your grain.”

He was right again. “Okay.”

She wanted to please him; she did want this. She was just embarrassed about doing something so private, so intimate with an audience, especially him. He nodded and returned to his seat, assuming the same position.

“Touch yourself, Analise.”

She let the longing reflected in his eyes intoxicate her as she slowly reached down to caress her wet folds. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, she knew it came from Damian. Slowly she moved her middle finger up her wet slit, from back to front. On her next pass, she dipped inside to gather her wetness so she could spread around her natural lubrication.

Damian’s ravenous eyes followed her every move and she suddenly felt very emboldened. She wanted to be his fantasy come to life. She wanted him to watch her fall apart. She wanted to drive him mad with desire.

She dipped two fingers inside, never able to hit the sweet spot that a man could, but it still felt amazing under the watchful eye of her lover. Slowly she slipped her wet digits in and out, but the only way she could orgasm by herself was to pay attention to the special hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound, so she dragged her damp fingers back up to her clit, circling lightly. With her free hand, she teased her exposed tight nipples, heightening her own arousal.

She could practically feel the heat radiating from Damian, even ten feet away. He was an inferno that chilled her cold skin. She was so excited she wouldn’t last long. She increased the pressure, circling quicker until she felt the telltale tingling in her groin signaling the warm rush was right around the corner.

Damian’s eyes flicked up to hers, knowing she was close. “Watch me, Analise. Don’t look away.” Her breathing increased at a rapid pace and it was difficult to keep her eyes locked on his.

“Jesus Christ, kitten, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to lap up every drop of your climax.”

Once again, his wicked verbal skills pushed her over the edge. Intense heat and pleasure radiated outward from her core as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. She could no longer keep eye contact with Damian as she threw her head back and cried her pleasure, fingers slowing as the nerves became more sensitive.

After several moments, minutes maybe, she rolled her head, cracking open her eyes only to see Damian stripping with intent. Then he was upon her, carrying her in his arms until her back hit the wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he lined up his rock hard shaft with her moist center and thrust hard, impaling her on his manhood. She cried out in both pleasure and pain, her head falling back against the wall. His mouth was everywhere. Her lips, her neck, her nipples. Everywhere, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” she begged. She didn’t want him to hold anything back. She was desperate for all of him.

And he didn’t. His raw thrusts were almost brutal, but she reveled in it.
She
had brought out this passion in Damian. He wanted
her
with unbridled ferocity. It was a heady feeling. The bite of his fangs stung briefly before the deepest pleasure she’d ever felt soared through her, his name falling on a breathy moan. He soon followed, muscles taut as hot spurts warmed her insides…making her whole. Damian may have darkness inside him, but his rays of sun shone brightly into her soul and she craved their warmth.

Suddenly she panicked. They had used no protection either time they’d had sex. She wasn’t all that worried about pregnancy, but Damian had likely been with a lot of women.

Damian drew apart their sweaty bodies, his arms still holding her tightly. “Vampires don’t carry disease and there’s no chance of pregnancy until we bond, Analise. Once we bond, I’d love nothing more than to watch your belly grow round with our child.”

She nodded slightly as guilt stabbed at her. Her heart sunk at not being able to give Damian something as precious as his own child someday. She should tell him, but she just wasn’t ready and she needed to keep those thoughts hidden until she was.

They cleaned and redressed, Damian ever attentive to her. He’d told her he needed to talk to his manager before they left. She hoped it was soon because she was starting to fade, even though her body was still on central time.

Damian kissed her sweetly, drawing her into his side. “We’ll get you home shortly, kitten.”

They left the privacy and relative quiet of his office. Now that she wasn’t in a desire-filled haze, she had a chance to look around. The walls were painted blood red and there were several doors on either side of the long, unusually wide hallway. She noticed each room had a window, and several had a congregation of people outside, peering in. As they made their way through the crowd, she glanced through an open window and the sight before her made her freeze. It was like a train wreck. She shouldn’t watch, but she couldn’t turn away either.

Save for thigh-high black boots, a completely nude, blindfolded woman was strapped to a piece of wood that looked similar to an X. She had clearly been whipped, as her fair skin was a deep pink all over, her breasts and torso the darkest in color. Analise absurdly wondered what her back looked like.

The woman struggled against her bindings, not because she was trying to get free, but because a fully clothed man was on his knees in front of her, head buried between her legs. She thrashed and wailed, but the man held her pelvis firm with his arm. Finally, the woman screamed her pleasure, her previously tense body now relaxed. She assumed the man was a vampire, but couldn’t tell as his back was to her.

After gently bringing the woman down from her bliss and removing the blindfold, the man drew away and she noticed blood smeared on his lips. The woman had puncture marks at the very top of her inner thigh. Vampire confirmed. A movement in her peripheral caught her attention. She’d been so enthralled with the scene she didn’t notice another man sitting in the corner of the room, watching. The seated vampire stood and began disrobing.
Oh my. Was every vampire hung like an ox?