Seared by Desire (26 page)

Her keening pleas touched him like nothing else and he found
himself moving back up her body. Her arms wrapped weakly around
him, pulling him towards her for a quick kiss. His fingers trailed
up her thigh, pushing her legs apart to make room for his hand. He
caught her surprised gasp in his mouth as he sunk two fingers into
her wet heat. Her internal muscles clenched sporadically around
him, making him long for the moment his throbbing cock could be
given over to her tight sheath but he had to prepare her, make her
body able to accept the girth of his. His fingers moved quickly
within her, twisting and curling wildly as his thumb rubbed
frantically against her engorged clit.

“
Lucian, Lucian, Lucian, Lucian!” she screamed his name, her
body arching from the bed, her limbs trembling desperately as
release washed over her. Her eyes were wide, glazed over with
passion. Her breath hitched as he spread his fingers within her to
make way for a third, the gentle movement of his hand drawing out
her climax.

Pleased with his work, Lucian pulled away from her to stand
from the bed and shed his breeches. His shaft stood, long, thick
and proudly erect and Sara’s eyes widened further at the sight of
him. His naked body was truly a sight to behold. Her eyes locked
with his and she felt her heart lurch at the look of desperation
etched onto his handsome face. Her eyes wandered back to the thick
length of his erection, anxiety beginning to fill her. They would
never fit together the way he intended.

“
You’re scaring yourself.” His words pulled her from her
internal musings. “You’re scaring yourself Sara when there’s no
need to be. Come,” he ordered, holding out his hand for her to join
him. She crawled over the bed towards him, kneeling when she was in
front of him. Taking her hand within his, Lucian kissed the comet
on her palm, swirled his tongue over the veins in her delicate
wrist before guiding her small hand to his pulsating shaft. “Touch
me, learn me. See that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

His eyes slid shut as she hesitantly began to work her small
hands over his length. He groaned, unable to resist thrusting into
her hands, forcing her to move with him, to touch him as he wanted
to be touched. He’d been with many women in the long course of his
life, most of whom were more experienced than his little bride but
none had managed to affect him so deeply. He felt as though he were
about to come right there with only her hands and their nervous
movements. As his moans of pleasure filled the air, she became more
confident in herself, her grip tightening, her strokes becoming
surer as she rubbed the sensitive head of his shaft.

His body shook with the force of his mounting release but he
shoved her away, pushing her body back against the bed and pinning
her in place with the weight of his. He’d been denying himself long
enough. He wanted to come inside his bride, feel her body take his
as far as her little sheath could. He moved over her, spreading her
thighs wider to accommodate his body and hooked one of her thighs
over his arm, keeping her open for his invasion. Her body tensed
the moment the thick head of his shaft touched her dewy
heat.

“
Relax,” he purred. “The pain will be brief and then there
will only be pleasure I promise.” He ran the tip of his member up
and down the length of her core, wetting himself to ease his
passage before he pushed, thrusting into her warmth. He groaned as
he became encased in her searing heat. “Sara,” he moaned
desperately, his hips thrusting forward, unable to resist the lure
of her wet heat. Her body was tight and warm around him encouraging
him to push harder, to make her accept more of him. The fit was
almost too tight and he flexed his hips harder and with more force
behind the thrust to gain entrance.

Sara moaned softly beneath him, her nails digging painfully
into his shoulders as the searing pain of his entrance lanced
through her, dispelling the pleasure that had washed over her mere
moments ago. “Lucian,” she winced. This was never going to work.
She felt stretched to capacity already and he wasn’t even settled
to the hilt. She’d felt how massive he’d grown, ran her hands up
and down his long length, she knew her body better than anyone,
knew its limitations and as much as she wanted him, she was sure
she wouldn’t be able to handle him.

Sensing her wavering resolved, Lucian spread her thighs
wider. He would have to do this quickly; she was tensing around him
already, making it harder than necessary for him to enter her.
“Hold on Sara, the pain will be brief.” His lips descended on hers,
silencing any protest she might have made. Lifting her hips, he
pulled her closer against him in the same instant that he thrust
hard, wrenching her along the length of his shaft and tearing
through her maidenhead. She pulled away from him, gasping in shock
at the pain. “It’s okay,” he reassured, gently stroking her cheeks
and wiping away the burgeoning tears from her eyes. “Hush, it’s
okay.” He peppered her face, her neck, her chest with light kisses,
designed to distract her from the pain to encourage her body to
accept his.

Unable to halt the ruthless demands of his body, he pulled
back, drawing a soft whine from Sara as her tender flesh was forced
to stretch to accommodate him. Her face was flushed, her eyes
clenched tightly together as she sought to block out the pain. The
fit was tight, too tight, she could feel every contour of his
shaft, every thick vein, even how it pulsated within her as the
pressure for release mounted within him. He withdrew and she
couldn’t help the soft whimper that left her lips despite the fact
that the thrusts were shallow, intended to help her relax, to
encourage her body to take more of his thick length.

“
Lucian,” she gasped in pleasured shock as his lips moved over
her breasts, suckling the small nubs into his mouth. She could feel
her body growing wetter, the pain fading as it became easier for
him to move and the pleasure of his body began to wash over
her.

Moments passed before she lifted her hips experimentally.
Groaning in relief, Lucian withdrew, making Sara gasp as he sank
back into her warmth. With each measured withdrawal, he sank a
little further, his hips moving in steady dedication until he was
embedded to the hilt. Sara threw her head back, crying aloud in
pleasure as the smooth length of his erection rubbed against her
sensitive inner walls. Groaning in relief, Lucian moved faster,
hoping that the pleasure mounting within him would soon spread to
the woman beneath him. She didn’t disappoint.

The air soon becoming filled with her breathless sighs of
pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him
closer, her hands running over his back as he sank more of himself
into her. Lucian's eyes flashed red and his gentle motions suddenly
turned wild and frantic. He pounded into her, demanding she accept
the pleasure his body gave her. His mouth suckled her neck as his
hips ground forcefully against her. He didn’t know how much more he
could take. He was so close.

“
Harder Lucian,” she panted into his ear, her warm breaths
over his skin only serving to make him even wilder with the need to
have her. “Faster.” She was gripping his hips now, lifting her body
to meet his frantic thrusts.

His body rushed to meet her demands, invading her with even
more ferocity. Her body stiffened, her hands tightening on his skin
before her back bowed and she screamed her fulfilment.
“Lucian!”

Her internal walls clamped down on him as he drove into her
with short, sharp thrusts. He groaned as he came, the rippling of
her sheath milking him of his seed. “Sara.” His body jerked as he
continued to jet his seed into her, the stream seemingly endless.
His arms trembled as weakness began to beset him, the strength
pouring from his body in waves.

His heavy weight collapsed against her, pushing her further
into the mattress as his arms came to wrap themselves around her.
His limbs felt too heavy to move any further as exhaustion washed
over him. The fangs in his mouth were sharp and as he lay with his
bride’s skin so close to his lips he was increasingly tempted to
take a bite, just one little sip. The smell of her blood was in the
air, her torn maidenhead clearly the culprit. He didn’t want to
withdraw from her tight little body and didn’t want to take the
risk that if he did he would be overwhelmed by the need to drink
her.

“
Lucian,” Sara moaned contentedly, wrapping her arms around
his body. She stayed like that for a minute, happy to feel his body
all around her, within her but it soon became increasingly hard to
breathe, his heavy weight crushing her lungs. “You’re squashing
me,” she laughed. His body was heavy but she didn’t want to be
parted from him, she just wanted a rearrangement of their tangled
limbs.

“
Can’t move,” he groaned softly.

The clear fatigue in his voice had her worried and she
finally noticed that his skin was unusually pale, he seemed to be
having trouble keeping his eyes open and in the brief glances she
managed to catch, his dark pupils were rimmed a dangerous red.
“Lucian is there something wrong with you?”

“
That’s so romantic. I make love to her with every ounce of
passion in my body and all that she can think to say is that
there’s something wrong with me. There’s just no pleasing some
people.”

She pushed against him, rolling him onto his back but managed
to keep them joined. She winced softly as her abused muscles had to
stretch to accommodate their new position.

“
Sara, are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his
voice. Though his limbs felt heavy, he struggled to lift his arms
to touch her still flushed face.

“
I’m fine, just a little sore.” She smiled brightly at him.
“I’m sure it could have been much worse. I’ll heal. But I know
there’s something wrong with you. Tell me what it is.”

“
I’m hungry,” he sighed resigned. “I didn’t realise that
healing from sunburn would consume so much energy. I need to
feed.”

She pulled her hair back from her neck, exposing her
beautiful pulse to him. His fangs began to drip with thirst, the
monster within him rising at the tempting sight and smell of her.
“Drink Lucian.”

“
I can’t,” he groaned painfully, forcing himself to look away
from her.

“
Why not? I’m your bride, I want to take care of your needs,
all of them.”

“
That’s exactly why I can’t drink from you Sara.” He was
starting to slur his words as the fatigue worsened. “I’m so hungry
I could drain you in an instant. I need more than you alone can
provide. I don’t to hurt you, I want to take care of
you.”

She thought about his words for a moment before she began
trying to pull away from him. Lucian's heavy arms prevented her
flight. “Let me go Lucian, I’ll go get someone to feed you.” The
words were torn from her throat. She didn’t want anyone else to
feed him, she wanted to know what it felt like to have his fangs
sink into her throat, to have his mouth move sensuously over her as
he drew deeply from her body.

“
No,” he grunted. “Stay where you are. I just want to lay with
you like this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

She lay her head against his chest, listening to the slowing
beat of his heart. “I know. I just want to lay with you here like
this forever.”

“
I’ll feed tomorrow.”

“
Yes tomorrow…” she replied languorously, lethargy taking a
hold of her.

“
Sara?”

“
Mmm?”

“
Marry me. I want you to be mine in every way that you can be.
Maarrrryyy meeee,” he slurred.

Her tiredness vanished at his words and her head shot up to
look at him. She sighed when she found his eyes closed in sleep.
She gently touched the messy locks of his hair, stroking her
fingers down the pale skin of his cheek. “You look so peaceful when
you sleep. I want you to be at peace forever. William is going to
give you peace Lucian even if I have to burn it out of him and then
yes, I will marry you.”

Her eyes wandered the room, satisfied that all the curtains
were closed and that the harmful rays from the sun wouldn’t manage
to touch him. For added reassurance, she pulled the thick cotton
sheet over their heads, enveloping them both in the darkness before
laying her head down on his chest and succumbing to
sleep.

Chapter Fourteen – An Intimate
Betrayal

Rising should have been an easy task for a vampire, one of
the simplest that they completed in their daily lives. All it
required was one deep breath to bring their bodies to full
consciousness, for their hearts to beat at full pace and for blood
to rush through their veins. They didn’t feel the human sensation
of sluggishness after a day’s rest. Once they were awake, they were
fully prepared to go about their tasks for the night, full of
energy and vigour but tonight was different. When Lucian inhaled
deeply, he still felt tired. It was a struggle to even open his
eyelids and his limbs felt as though they each weighed a tonne. His
stomach clenched painfully and the reason for his exhaustion became
clear. He couldn’t remember ever being so hungry but he’d never had
to heal from sunburn before either.

He’d felt tired since he’d risen the night before but had
shrugged off his tiredness in face of the upcoming meeting with
William. The journey to New Malden had passed in a blur, his
exhausted mind drifting in and out of consciousness and he’d pushed
his tired body to the brink when he’d taken Sara’s luscious little
body. As the previous night’s events flooded his mind, he became
aware of the weight on his chest.