Nectar: DD Prince (4 page)

Kyla clenched her teeth, “So, you’re okay with being a rapist?” She tried to shrug him off her chest.

He grabbed her arm firmly with the other hand, “Totally. And I’m tired of talking about this. Let’s shut you up, shall we? This
is
gonna happen. There’s no way I’m not tasting you and my favourite way to feed is while I fuck.” The way he said that made the tingling in her body rev up an octave.

“I can’t wait any longer. You’re making my mouth water, little firecracker.”

He sniffed the air again, “But I think we both know you’re primed and ready for me. I smell it. I don’t think it’s going to have to
be
rape.” He leaned in, his lips parted and he was about to kiss her. She squirmed and tried to pull away but was quickly pinned beneath him.

“Wait,” she pleaded, heart hammering against her chest.

“Wait? For what?” he leaned back and looked down at her, looking highly amused.

“Just taste then; no raping. Don’t kiss me.” She offered her wrist, “Drink some and let me go.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a beat but then opened them and stared at him, waiting, but braced.

He looked reflective for a moment. He was hovering over her, balancing in a push-up stance as she lay against the pillows. His breath felt like it was getting hotter on her neck and Kyla was acutely aware of it. Her body was tingling. Her eyes travelled as much of the length of his body as she could make out from this position. She gave her head a quick shake, trying to shake it off. Suddenly she was breathless. Her chest was heaving.

No, no way was she going to fall for his voodoo Love Potion Number 9 vampire charm. She took a breath and exhaled slowly.

He smiled at her, “So you think if you let me bite your wrist you can just leave? And no kissing?”

“I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered, staring right in his eyes. She meant it. What an arrogant asshole! She just wanted the heck out of there. She’d probably wonder every time she saw a gorgeous man for the rest of her life if he was actually a vampire but she’d have no problem taking this secret to her grave if it meant she didn’t have to be put in an early one herself.

He swallowed slowly and frowned, seeming unnerved by her direct stare, her words, something. She took the opportunity to continue, holding his gaze firmly with hers, “Let me go and we can forget all about this. I promise; it’ll be just like you hypnotized me. I won’t breathe a word. To anyone. Okay?”

Damn, how are his eyes so blue, so bright? What was that saying?
Beware of boys with eyes of brown, they’ll kiss you once and turn you down. Beware of boys with eyes of blue; they’ll kiss you once and ask for two.

He leaned down and inhaled at her throat again, the tip of his nose touching her skin. Before she could recoil he took the proffered wrist in his hand and took a deep inhale. Kyla winced and waited. Before she knew it her arms were pinned above her head and he was nibbling on her chin.

“No deal.”

She let out a little gasp of frustration. She tried but couldn’t pull away, he was too strong and there was nowhere to go; she was totally pinned. His scent hit her like a wall. A wall of warm fudge drizzled over melting ice cream. Her body weakened.

His non-elongated teeth were on her chin, then he touched her chin with his lips, they were strong but soft. His lips moved up her chin slowly to her mouth and then his tongue slowly and skillfully parted her lips. Her brain told her body to thrash but it didn’t move. She just laid there with her lips slightly parted, shallow breaths taking over, heart thumping hard against her chest wall, and then she felt his tongue dip deep, she also felt his crotch grind against hers.
Fuck
. He was hard and that grinding action hit her in just the right spot. His lips moved back down to her chin and he nibbled again, hot breath tickling her neck. A moan escaped her mouth and she was shocked to hear it.

Then he stared into her eyes and then his lips touched hers again, very softly. As his tongue invaded her lips and stroked hers again she felt a tingling in her toes and on the roof of her mouth. Now she could taste his scent and it was just as delicious as it smelled, like dessert. He closed his eyes briefly, took in a big breath and then exhaled slowly and softly.

His long eyelashes caressed her cheek, creating flutters in her belly, and he looked into her eyes again, and then, suddenly, her body turned traitorous. He felt so good. He tasted like strawberry shortcake at first and then like a hot fudge sundae. His hair looked so soft, his body, hard, his lips felt both soft and firm at the same time, and she was totally melting into him like one hot gooey mess. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick his upper lip. He let go of her wrists and ran his hands up and down her arms. Then, her fingers were in his hair, which was even softer than it looked, and her pelvis tilted to meet his.

He moaned in her mouth, “Mmmm, good girl.” She let out a little whimper as her brain started to register what was happening but it was almost like having an out of body experience.  Was he controlling her? Why was she not fighting back? Why did he taste so good? She made an exasperated sound and use of her arms returned, somehow so she shoved at his chest, trying to push him off.

“Do you want to fight me, Kyla? Go ahead and fight. I like it,” he challenged, seeming to read her thoughts. When he said her name he made it sound like a dirty word.

He grabbed her hips and suddenly she was flipped so that she was on top of him. He held onto her bottom with both hands and flexed his arms, pulling her into his crotch. Given that her skirt was hiked up there was only a very thin piece of lace between her crotch and his bulge.

She shook her head to protest and breathed, “No.” She was hyperventilating and her body was scorching hot, like she had a fever. She tried to scramble off but he had her firmly in his clutches. She saw his arm and pectoral muscles ripple as he tightened his grip.

His mouth quirked up into a smile, “These green eyes. They might be mesmerizing
me
. I don’t think a girl has ever looked at me the way you do. Or kissed me back with so much passion.”

She felt woozy. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. His shoulders and biceps were solid and she gripped them tight, starting to feel like her veins were on fire, too. Fire everywhere! Her skin, her mouth, her veins, and her panties. Holy fuck… the panties. She knew she was wet down there; it was hot and fluid inside the flimsy piece of lace, even hotter than the rest of her.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I felt a touch that’s not robotic, looked into eyes of a woman that aren’t vacant?” he continued, shaking his head in astonishment.

She realized she wasn’t just using his shoulders for balance, she was gripping them. She let go.

“Wondering what’s happening, Kyla? I’ll tell you. You’re ripe and ready for me. Your body is responding to me even if your brain is fighting me. Will you surrender now or do you wanna fight with me some more first? I don’t mind. It makes for a nice change, little bit of extra foreplay, yeah? Let’s play…” he let out a chuckle and flipped her back over so that he was on top once again. “Happy birthday to meeee,” he sang melodically and then let go and gripped his shirt behind his neck and then pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. 

His chest. Wow.

His upper body was beautifully sculpted; it was ripped, cut with defined muscles. A rush of air left Kyla’s lungs. He nuzzled into her throat and then started to trail kisses down her shoulder and moved slowly all the way down to her hips. She was frozen in place and her temperature was steadily rising. Now he smelled like birthday cake. Her mind was playing tricks on her; it had to be.

She regained feeling in her legs and tried to buck him off but he grabbed her hips and then slid down so that his chin was nestled right between her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her and just like that she was immobile again. His mouth was directly on the thin piece of lace and he was looking up at her.

She wasn’t pinned any longer but despite her brain sending off orders for her to fight, her arms and legs again felt like lead. Heat continued to pool and pulse between her legs as he stared directly into her eyes, her soul, even. His eyes held hers captive. She felt another whoosh of moisture in her panties.

He hooked his thumbs into the lace at her hips and ripped them off in a quick snatching motion. She heard the fabric tear before he tossed it to the floor.

“Mm,” he moaned, looking down at her most private parts and caught his lower lip between his teeth. She was immobile and mortified; she couldn’t even swallow.

He spread her legs wide and then buried his face into her and when she felt his tongue slowly and lavishly lick her like she was an ice cream cone. Kyla couldn’t form a coherent thought. He stretched her folds open with his thumbs and then his tongue purposefully travelled from deep within her opening, upward to her clit. She clenched, arched her back, and a primal sound escaped her lips as his tongue found the mark.

He lifted his head and licked his lips and his expression changed from smugness to accusation. But she didn’t know what he was accusing her of.

“What the?” he asked and then without finishing his question his head lowered and his fingers dug into her hips almost painfully and then he started to do things with his tongue that she couldn’t have even fathomed in her bluest fantasies. He moaned as he devoured her with his mouth, sucking, twirling his tongue, inserting it, and then pushing hard, lapping up to her clit, slowly, then picking up tempo, then slowly again. A finger pushed inside of her and twirled around a spot inside with a zillion nerve endings that she’d never even known she had.

“Ah!” she could feel what might be the mother of all orgasms quickly building deep inside her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. Ever.  She regained arm control but instead of pushing him off, she found herself gripping the iron scrolls on the headboard above her. She held on tight, wondering if she was about to die as sensation revved up and came barreling out like a freight train.

What a way to go!

Kyla was sure she was spinning up and out of control and she didn’t know where she would go and how she’d ever get back on solid ground. She was rising higher and higher as he consumed her. His tongue swirled and penetrated. Inside of her was a quickening and then her body’s reactions were completely out of her control. He began kneading her bottom, pulling her into his face, she didn’t know where her nerve endings started and ended --- she was just sensation all over. Her legs trembled, hard; she arched her back higher and as she hit the peak of the climax, she let out a squeal so loud it pierced her ears.

As she did she caught sight of his face, she saw his fangs shoot out and he sank his teeth into her inner thigh and started to gulp. She let out a shrill scream. That piercing sensation throttled her, sending her hurtling a thousand feet in her mind. After the jolting pain something warm, she didn’t know what, felt like it surged through her veins, all of her veins. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, and every nerve ending in her body seemed like it was participating. She gripped the scrolled headboard so fiercely her hands hurt as ripples of sensation ran through her. It was like one orgasm rolled into another and then another. His eyes widened and then his gaze met hers while he continued to drink. The expression on his face, she couldn’t decipher it, but it scared the shit out of her, touched something else inside that she didn’t know she had, that she couldn’t name.

It didn’t feel like he was taking blood from her body, it was as if something hot was entering her veins instead. It was hot and electric, and something else, but what? She didn’t know. It was such a strange and foreign sensation flooding through every single fucking inch of her body. Like music in her veins.

Free falling she closed her eyes to try to stop the world from spinning but could see stars and a kaleidoscope of pink, purple, and orange patterns. It was like all she was… was a bundle of powerful nerves and then shudders were being repeatedly wrung out of her as the earth got closer and closer to her. Something warm and sweet was blooming bigger and bigger inside her and then she felt the sensations in her body begin to ebb.

Then he trailed his fingertips gently up her stomach to her breasts and he brushed the tips with his fingers, pulling another shudder out of her, and then released his mouth from her and climbed up and flipped her over so that she was on top of him again. He held her up at arm’s length by the shoulders for a second and stared deep into her eyes. She was like a ragdoll, limp in his grasp, looking wide-eyed at his fangs, red with her blood and then the fangs disappeared.

His tongue swept across his top lip and then his bottom lip and he let out a shudder, his bright blue eyes filled with a look of stupefied amazement as he chewed his lower lip and shook his head slowly, as if in disbelief.

She was out of breath, hyperventilating, tingling all over. Her body was rapidly starting to cool down after all that heat, all that fire. He pulled her to his chest, pulled the elastic band out of her hair, and ran his fingers through it, untangling her long, dark loose curls and fanning them across his naked chest. She heard a noise come out of her mouth that sounded almost like a purr.

What the heck?

“Wow,” he whispered huskily into her ear, the sound vibrating through her whole body, and then he tilted her chin up so that their eyes met, “That was fucking ambrosia. Never tasted anything like that. Who
are
you?”