Seared by Desire (35 page)

Taking his words as a sign of consent, Sara placed a gentle
kiss to the thick head of his member, the heat from her mouth and
the feel of her breath causing Lucian to moan loudly. Her tongue
licked all around the head before she drew him into her mouth. Her
hands continued to stroke him while her lips moved over him, her
tongue occasionally lapping at the firm flesh in her mouth. Unable
to help himself, he rocked his hips, forcing her to take more of
his length. As the pleasure mounted, Lucian pulled her back to her
feet, kissing her soundly in reward for her actions.

Lucian groaned as he ran his hands down the length of her
body, his fingers wandering over her thighs until he came to the
core of her. Sara shuddered, moaning against his chest as his
talented fingers made their way to the warm depths of her core. The
flesh that greeted his questing fingers was wet with pleasure, her
body readying to receive his. He tipped her head back, kissing her
as his fingers plunged into her and capturing the pleasured groan
that spilt from her lips. Her flesh contracted hotly around his
fingers and the pleasured sighs that were coming from her spurred
him on, encouraging him to touch her more firmly, his thumb joining
the fray to rub against the small bundle of nerves guaranteed to
bring her pleasure. As he touched the small nubbin, she threw her
head back exposing the glorious column of her neck to him. His dark
eyes became rimmed with red and his fangs lengthened, practically
dripping in thirst. It was time.

He pulled his fingers from the heat of her core, bringing
them to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes closed and he
groaned as the taste of her exploded on his tongue, whetting his
appetite for her blood even more. A disappointed sigh fell from
Sara’s lips as he withdrew from her but it was soon swallowed by a
moan of pleasure when he gathered her into his arms, their sexes
pressing intimately against each other. Heat seeped into his body
as Lucian held her close, gripping the curve of her arse to pull
her wetness closer to his throbbing shaft. He thrust against her as
best he could from their current position before moving her to the
bed on a frustrated groan at the limited speed he was able to
achieve. He lay her down against the cool sheets, hovering over
her, his frame suspended mid-air by the strength held in the corded
muscles of his arms. His stillness began to worry Sara, as did the
internal battle she could see being waged in the depths of his red
rimmed eyes. Her heart began to slow when after a few minutes
Lucian still hadn’t touched her.

Hesitantly, she reached for his cheek, cupping it gently.
“Lucian?” she coaxed. “Is something wrong?”

“
My mind won’t let me simply be at peace. One minute I decide
to do it and the next I can’t even stand the thought,” he chuckled
ruefully to himself. “I don’t know why I’m even hesitating. I can’t
resist you and I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I can’t help
myself and if I’m honest, I don’t want to.”

His fangs lengthened, gleaming dangerously in the moonlight.
A single gasp of surprise was all that Sara was granted before
Lucian fell on her. He moved as quick as lightning, grasping her
wrist firmly and bring the skin to his lips. He kissed the
sensitive skin of her inner wrist gently, lovingly; his tongue
swirling over her flesh before without warning, he struck. His
fangs sunk into her flesh and he began to drink. The moment her
rich blood touched his tongue he cursed. Nothing had ever tasted so
sweet, so perfect. Ambrosia. It was the only word suitable to
describe the taste; only Gods should be able to taste something so
divine. Sara groaned and for a moment he was frightened he was
taking too much, using her body carelessly but then her free hand
gripped his head, her fingers sinking into his hair to keep him
close and he knew she liked what he was doing.

From Sara’s perspective, like was far too meek a word to
sufficiently describe the sensations running rampant through her
body. His bite was ecstasy. Each draw of blood from her wrist felt
as though he were once again within her touching the special place
only he had ever touched, the one that made her gasp with need as
her body reached towards a pinnacle she knew would shatter her into
pieces. She wanted more.

The strong grip Sara had on him forced Lucian to realise the
ugly truth, his hunger for her was too strong and he was going to
drink her until he was satiated. It wasn’t ideal for a first time
donor but he didn’t have a choice. His body was no longer his own.
He was like a man possessed, he needed to have Sara in every
possible way. He withdrew his fangs from her wrist, licking the
wound slowly. As the flow of blood began to stem, he contemplated
for a moment simply finishing feeding by quickly swiping his tongue
over his bite, the swiftness of the movement erasing the mark
completely but he
wanted
others to know she was his. His tongue continued
making languorous circles over her wrist, allowing the mark to
settle into semi-permanence.

When he pulled away, releasing her wrist, a vivid red mark
rested against her tanned flesh, two neat pricks visible if one
looked hard enough. There was no time to admire his work as Sara
shifted restlessly beneath him, lifting her hips upwards in
invitation. Her skin was flushed and glistening with a faint sheen
of sweat from her exertions but she still lifted her arms weakly,
encouraging him to lay with her. The thirst, which he thought he’d
sated, returned in force and he lowered himself down, spreading his
body atop hers as his mouth became level with her breasts. Lucian
kissed all around her turgid nipples, studiously avoiding the
painfully hard tips. Sara bucked forcefully beneath him but he
gripped her arms tightly preventing her from moving. His tongue
slipped teasingly over one dusky peak, drawing it briefly into his
mouth.

“
Lucian,” she gasped, struggling in vain against his grip.
“Lu- Luc- Lucian.” His name came out on a shuddery breath when he
firmly sucked the nipple, his hand creeping down the length of her
body to settle between her thighs. A long moan spilled from her
lips as he toyed with the wet folds of her sex, his lips moving
from her nipple to the rounded crest of her breast. The low moan
quickly turned into a keening groan of desperation when his fangs
sunk into her the soft skin of her breast to drink from her
again.

The hot sheath of her sex clenched wildly around the fingers
he’d embedded within her causing need to build within Lucian. His
shaft throbbed painfully, the heat from his turgid length wandering
over Sara’s body as he moved. Her hands caressed the cool skin
covering his frame, desperate to convey the passion within her.
Sara panted lightly, wishing that she could kiss him but he was
already moving, his body descending out of her reach.

Lucian stopped when he was resting between her thighs, the
breadth of his shoulders keeping her open to his gaze. Her body was
shivering in what he knew was unease but he couldn’t stop, they had
already come this far. A long, slow lick of her wet core had Sara’s
body jolting from the bed, her back bowing, her legs falling weakly
against him. She tasted even better now that there were faint
traces of her divine blood on his tongue and an idea came to him.
He took another languorous lick of her core before sinking his
fangs into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. She moaned loudly,
more heat seeping into him as his shaft twitched in response to her
desperation filled plea.

The sound of her voice washed over him like an aphrodisiac
and eager to hear it again, he licked her once more before sinking
his fangs into her flesh. He hadn’t thought it possible but his
shaft hardened even further as she called out to him. He suckled
furiously at her small, hard clitoris for long moments, drawing the
bundle of nerves into his mouth randomly causing Sara to bite her
lip to prevent the scream of pleasure from leaving her. His fingers
slid easily into the channel of her body and on a groan of
anticipation, Lucian flipped her over, rearranging her quaking
limbs until she was resting on all fours.

Rising behind her, he caressed the soft skin of her back, ran
his hands over the curves of her arse but didn’t enter her. Sara
was beginning to feel desperate, his bite had ignited a fire within
her, her body had come to life as a living flame but she needed him
to help her before she burned into nothing. She turned her head
towards him, the redness of her plump lips only making Lucian's
hold over his control slip further.

“
Lucian, I need you inside me. Please, Lucian.” She pressed
her breasts against the soft sheets, lifting her arse further into
the air and exposing her glistening sex. His bite had only made her
want him within her more, her body clenching wildly for something
that wasn’t there. “Lucian plea –”

Her words were cut short as without warning he gripped his
shaft and plunged into the depths of her body. Her heat surrounded
him as he moved, the sensation forcing his body to move faster, to
thrust harder. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her into
his thrusts. Pleasure began to mount as her sex gripped him tightly
and he groaned, the sounds and smells of sex filling the air and
inflaming his senses. Spreading his body over hers, Lucian was
drawn helplessly to the curve of her neck.

He pulled her upright, the new position allowing for greater
penetration and Sara moaned, the breathy sound making Lucian even
hungrier for her soft flesh. He cupped her breasts, rolling her
nipples between his fingers as his fangs sank into her neck. As her
world exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensation, Sara couldn’t
prevent the scream that had been desperate to escape her from
spilling from her lips. It was all too much and yet not enough, it
would never be enough. Lucian's release was so hard it felt as
though he were still moving within her, the sheer power stunning
her as she collapsed weakly against the sheets. Her limbs were
heavy, her eyes tired though she had slept most of the day
away.

Lucian let his body fall atop Sara’s as he gathered her
close, lapping slowly at the mark forming on her neck. Her skin was
pale and he cursed his actions though he couldn’t find it within
himself to truly condemn himself. She had only just recovered and
he had taken far too much. His heart was thundering within his
chest, the power of her blood racing through his system. He felt
stronger than he had ever done in his life, the strength of his
bride’s blood awakening the power that had been lying dormant
within him. Sara turned weakly within his arms, which only served
to highlight the differences between his now enhanced strength and
her drained body. The fire burning in her eyes however reminded him
that his bride wasn’t to be underestimated, she had a strength of
will that could never be diminished.

“
You bit me Lucian,” she accused.

There was no way to deny it. “Several times
actually.”

“
Why? Why now? You’ve never bitten me before. I thought the
idea of biting me disgusted you.”

He pulled her closer. “Nothing could be further from the
truth. I’ve had to resist biting you for a long time now. Your
blood calls to me like no other.”

“
You could have fooled me the way you avoided me. Why now
though?” Her brows drew together as another thought occurred to
her. “You’ve never taken from me but you’ve bitten other
people….”

“
Of course I have. I need blood to survive. Without it I’ll
die Sara.”

“
You’ve bitten other women while you’ve been with
me.”

He was beginning to be confused by her train of thought but
rather than feel annoyed he smiled, glad that she was back in his
life to confuse him with her strange thoughts. “You know I have
Sara, you’ve seen me do it.”

Her body temperature spiked, threatening to destroy the
sheets they lay against before it passed harmlessly into Lucian.
“Bastard,” she hissed, her fists hitting his chest weakly. “I can’t
believe you’d say it so easily.”

“
Sara, calm down. What’s the matter?”

“
You’re not allowed to bite anyone else ever again. The only
one you should be giving that sort of pleasure to is
me.”

“
Sara,” he laughed, gathering her even closer so she couldn’t
gain the momentum to hit him. “No one but you gets pleasure from my
bite. No one. I swear it to you.”

Her protests stilled. “Really?” she croaked
uncertainly.

“
Yes. Only my bride will feel pleasure in my bite just as the
taste of your blood has made everyone else’s stale in comparison.
You’re a possessive little thing aren’t you?”

“
What can I say? You clearly bring out the worst in me.” She
pouted, the move drawing Lucian's gaze immediately. “Well so you
know, you can bite me anytime. In fact, I’ll have to insist if you
turn me down.” Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment but she shook
her head in an attempt to dislodge her fatigue. “Do you want to
bite me again?” Sara pulled the long length of her hair away from
her neck, exposing the skin to his hungry gaze. “Bite me
Lucian.”

He groaned, tempted to succumb once more to temptation and
sink his fangs into her throat. Would he never get enough of her?
His fangs were throbbing again and helplessly he began to lean
forward, fangs lengthening in preparation. He pulled himself up
sharply, realising the mistake he’d been about to make. Her skin
was pale, though still darker than his own, her eyes were heavy
lidded from weakness and even as she lay beside him he could feel
her limbs trembling faintly from blood loss. Closing his eyes he
forced himself to rein in his baser appetites and placed a chaste
kiss to her damp brow.