TangledHunger (9 page)

Most likely she wouldn’t be able to meet his gaze in the
morning, but right now she didn’t care.

He finished tying the knot and then put his hands next to
her shoulders. From where she lay, he looked massive, all male muscle ready to
pounce. Her pussy moistened more and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her
legs together. Duncan brought an edge to their night, an unpredictability that
Tanasha had not encountered before.

She loved every second of it.

He rose off the bed and stood at the foot. Slowly he
unclipped her shoes and pulled them off. Next came the socks. Then he gently
moved her legs apart and crawled between them until he could go no farther.

Duncan circled his fingers around her bellybutton, stroking
her so lightly she could barely feel it. This almost-touch drove her at the
same time higher and around the bend. She wanted to feel him, not something
that was so light the anticipation for the next caress drove her crazy.

Duncan continued to torture her with his almost-touch all
across her stomach and below her breasts, but never where she really wanted
him—between her legs and at her breasts. With her hands tied, all she could do
was twist her body, attempting to receive the touch she needed, but Duncan
didn’t allow it. He would lift his hand until she lay still again.

Finally, after what felt like an age, he opened her trousers
and peeled them off her legs. Duncan chuckled.

“What?”

“I hadn’t expected lace and wings,” he said.

Blood rushed into her face. So what? She liked lacy
underwear and this pair of undies always made her smile. Instead of the typical
bow at the front, this one had a set of miniature feathery Naema wings at the
center.

She shrugged as if it were no big deal.

Duncan leaned forward and kissed her stomach, just above the
wings. “I love them. Maybe one day you will share yours with me again,” he
whispered.

Goose bumps ran up and down her body. He’d already seen more
of her wings than any other man and it had been amazing.

“Maybe,” she whispered huskily.

He bit the soft curve of her stomach, not with his fangs or
hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough intensity her back arched. She
moaned.

He continued to nibble on her stomach when he hooked his
fingers into the band of her undies and slowly pulled them down. She lifted her
hips to make it easier and cool air brushed along her throbbing clit.

Duncan took his time, delivering small, nibbled kisses along
her legs, her knees, her calves. He reached her feet and she wanted to strangle
him. He didn’t touch where she needed it. He left her most sensitive place
empty on purpose.

He’d said he would drive her crazy. And it worked.

Duncan stood at the foot of the bed and pulled off his
boots. When he unbuckled his belt Tanasha stopped breathing. He pushed down his
pants and his erection rose up between his thighs. It was large, thick enough
she would have trouble encircling it with her hand. The bulbous red head stood
up proudly and was covered in pre-come.

Tanasha swallowed. Just watching him stand there made her
crazy. She wanted to feel his width thrust inside her, wanted to feel him rake
across her fabled G-spot, the spot she knew he’d find. Duncan circled his hand
around his penis and stroked up and down a couple of times as if to taunt her.

She groaned. She wanted to be the one to stroke that smooth
skin.

He chuckled as if he’d read her thoughts and crawled between
her legs. His hot, heavy body covered her like a blanket. His chest hair raked
against her nipples and the fat stalk of his length brushed against her clit.

“Do it,” she demanded. “Come inside me.”

He shook his head and curled his arms under her shoulders.
“We’re not there yet. I want you hotter than you’ve ever been.”

“I am.”

He kissed her breast, pulled her hard nipple into his mouth
and sucked. Tanasha arched her back and moaned.

“You’re not there yet,” he mumbled as he moved to the other
nipple.

She clenched her hands around the metal of the headboard. Her
body was on fire, every part of her sensitive, in need of just the right
stroke, just the right touch and she would go over.

But he didn’t allow it.

His caresses either avoided her neediest areas or they were
so light they didn’t give her the stimulation she desired. Instead she
continued to climb higher, her arousal growing. Duncan would drive her up and
then give her body a moment to acclimatize itself before pushing her up the
next step.

He’d stopped playing with her nipples and kissed his way
down her body. The heat of his skin against hers, the rough texture of his body
hair, the fact he moved closer to the point where she really wanted him drove
her on.

She was wet, her clit throbbed. Tanasha attempted to gain
some relief by rubbing against Duncan’s chest, but as soon as she moved he
lifted himself away from her. “None of that,” he whispered and bit her stomach.

The nip shot through her like wildfire, leaving more need in
its wake. His broad shoulders pushed between her legs, which ended up curling
around his shoulders.

He blew against her clit.

Tanasha screamed.

Duncan chuckled. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Duncan studied the delicate folds in front of him. The
little nub of her clit had come out from behind its protective hood. Her lips
were flushed with blood and dripping liquid. He blew on her again and her
response was as gratifying as the first time.

He couldn’t wait any longer and licked across her slit. Her
taste was inebriating. He had another one, making her thrust her hips up and
moan. Luckily he had his hands around her and could push her back down on the
bed. She groaned and jerked at the binds, trying to get her hands free.

Duncan cursed and rushed up her body. “None of that, Nasha.
You’ll hurt yourself, don’t pull so hard.”

He massaged the red rings she’d made into her wrists. Their
eyes met. He was shocked to see tears in hers. “What? Nasha, what?”

“You stopped,” she whispered.

“You were hurting yourself.”

She turned her head away. Duncan gripped her chin and made
her look at him. “What?” he asked again, his fingers stroking the silky-soft
skin of her face. “Tell me.” He kissed her.

“I was so close. It felt so amazing and you stopped.”

“I’m sorry, I want you to fly high, but I don’t want to
leave bruises on your body.”

“I didn’t even notice.”

“I’ll continue if you promise not to hurt yourself.”

She gripped the binds and nodded.

Duncan kissed her, nipped at that delicious full lower lip.
His temperature reached boiling point, but he needed to make up for his
blunder. She’d not been teased like he was doing. Stopping in the middle had
made things worse. He’d have to make sure she was at the same point again.

Slowly he worked his way down her body, kissing, nibbling on
her soft curves. Kiss by kiss the tension flowed out of her and she gave herself
back into his care.

With a suppressed sigh of relief he reached the apex of her
thighs. He made himself comfortable and set to work. She was still wet but not
as wet as she’d been. He smoothed his fingers over her puffy lips and blew
against her clit.

She whimpered. Duncan blew again and then licked across her
slick lips. She tensed and he licked one more time. Her hips rose off the bed
and her juices began to flow freely. He stabbed his tongue inside her and
thrust as deep into her tight cunt as he could go. Her muscles tried to grip
his tongue as they would a cock, but he moved, feasting on her taste and the
noises she made.

He withdrew his tongue and licked her labia, working his way
up to her clitoris. Duncan stabbed it gently with his tongue. Her whimpers
turned to cries. He licked across it and then carefully sucked it into his
mouth.

Her legs clamped around his head and she convulsed,
screaming. He continued to suckle and thrust a finger into her clenching
vagina. She held his finger so tightly he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside
her. But first she needed to reach a plateau where she could withstand more
pleasure.

Gently he guided her through her orgasm, letting her come
down but keeping the arousal going. A fiery tension inside his chest felt as if
this shared experience was more than great sex. It was as if she’d hooked a
part of him, as if that insubstantial connection he’d seen between them had
solidified.

He pushed the thought aside and concentrated on the here and
now. As soon as he felt she was ready he moved up her body and settled his hips
against hers. His cock was so hard and eager copious amount of pre-come
decorated the throbbing head.

Just rubbing against the heat of her pussy tightened the
tension inside him nearly unbearably. He thrust inside her slowly. He had to
squeeze into her tight cunt. “Relax,” he whispered. Her clamping muscles felt
like heaven but he wasn’t sure if he would last even all the way in and that
wasn’t part of the plan.

“You’re too big,” she moaned.

Duncan stopped, sweat trickling down the side of his face.
He leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste sink into him. He relaxed a
little and felt her doing the same. He deepened the kiss, curling his arms
under her shoulders and rubbing his chest against her nipples. She softened a
little more and his cock inched farther.

He pulled back a breath and her eyes opened. “I want to
touch you,” she whispered.

Suddenly Duncan wanted the same, wanted to feel her nails
digging into his back. He tore through her bindings with a quick thought.
Immediately her arms went around his neck and she kissed him, dueling with his
tongue.

Her focus on the kiss softened her body and he sank in
deeper until he was all the way in. She sighed, her arms tightly wrapped around
his neck. “Not sure I like this part as much as the first,” she muttered.

Duncan chuckled. “We’ll have to practice until you do.”

The thought of doing this with her until the end of time
didn’t seem like a bad idea. Going to sleep with her and waking up next to her every
morning was a pleasant thought. Unsure where he was going with this and if he
liked it, Duncan gripped her ass and tilted her pelvis, letting him sink in
that last inch.

“Jade,” she moaned.

“Agreed.”

“Are you going to move any time this decade?”

“Are you okay?”

“Only if you start moving that behind and living up to all
the promises you’ve made.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Duncan let his demon off
the leash and began thrusting. She moaned. Her hands gripped his hair.

He sank in deeper, harder, the tight clasp of her pussy
pulling him back again and again. Her walls stroked him from base to tip, never
letting up. When he pulled out they clung to him and when he plunged deep
inside they welcomed him.

He moved faster and harder, his balls rising up to his body.
He adjusted the tilt of his hips so he raked across her clit with each move.
Her nails dug into his back and her moans grew more frantic.

He was feeling pretty frantic himself and moved even faster
until she exploded and her channel gripped him as if she was going to hold him
prisoner for the rest of his life.

Her tight walls gripping him like a velvet glove was the
last sensation he felt before he was hurled into the abyss.

And she fell right beside him. Duncan knew he should be
shocked that he could feel her so close to him, feel her emotions, but he was
too happy and the sensations too amazing.

With a moan he sank down on her body.

He couldn’t wait to do this again.

Chapter Five

“Holy Jade, that was amazing.”

His deep voice vibrated through her. Tanasha struggled to
return to her body, to find herself again after exploding into a million pieces
beside another person, feeling and experiencing everything he did.

Since her first failed Gift test Tanasha only wanted to
experience what other Naemas felt on a regular basis, gain an understanding of
what she’d missed all her life. But the connection to Duncan overwhelmed her.

As soon as she gained control over her limbs again she
mentally staggered back from their connection. Uncertain if she was successful,
she added an extra layer to her shield.

Breathing became more and more difficult. Panic curled in
her stomach.

“Hey, Nasha, what’s wrong?” Duncan nuzzled her cheek.

“Can’t. Breathe.”

He froze for a second and then reversed their positions.
“I’m so sorry. You’ve drained any and all thought from my mind. I didn’t mean
to flatten you.” Humor sparkled in his eyes.

Now that she no longer had his weight bearing down on her,
breathing was much easier. She pushed the panic still clawing at her insides to
the far corner of her mind.

He frowned and framed her face with his big hands. “Better?”

Tomorrow. I will worry about what is happening tomorrow.

Tanasha forced a smiled on her lips that grew more natural
when she pushed the tension out of her body. Every inch of their bodies
touched. She draped across him like a blanket. The somewhat coarse hair on his
chest and slightly softer hair across the rest of his gorgeous form stroked her
with every breath, keeping her on the side of sensitive.

He had curled his arms around her waist, encircling her in
his strength.

She felt safe. And as if she belonged.

How could she feel safe and overwhelmed at the same time? It
made no sense.

Tanasha rested her cheek against his shoulder to avoid his
too-seeing eyes.

The final realization made panic bloom again. For the first
time since the discovery of her lack of Gift she was in a place that fit. Only
it wasn’t a place, but a man.

A Vampire.

Worry churned her stomach aga—

“Whatever it is that is making you think this hard, put it
to one side. It will be there in the morning for you to worry about.” He pulled
her close for a slow, deep kiss. His taste exploded through her and drowned out
the scary thoughts zipping through her brain.

They came up for breath. He nibbled on her lower lip,
something he did a lot.

“Stop thinking, Nasha. We’ll work it all out, but right this
minute you are so close to fulfilling that fantasy of mine my brain just won’t
bend in the right direction. Are you game?”

Tanasha frowned until she realized she only had to sit up to
be in exactly the position he had imagined this morning in his office. Heat
colored her cheeks. The image he had seen in his head seemed alien and
unrealistic. “I don’t look like that.”

The words poured out before she could hold them back.

Duncan turned them sideways and moved a little closer to the
foot end of the bed. She could no longer hide her face, especially when he
gently took her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “What do you mean?”

Tanasha tried to look everywhere but at him, but the
encouragement and understanding in his eyes drew her back. She shrugged. “Your
fantasy, it wouldn’t work. I don’t look like some powerful sex goddess. If we
did that it wouldn’t live up to your expectations.”

His brows shot up. “What are you talking about? You have a
fantastic rack and the sweetest ass I’ve seen in centuries.” He nipped at her
lower lip. “Believe me when I say that having you ride me with these,” he
cupped her breasts, “accessible and ready to play ranks at the very top of
erotic fantasies.”

She swallowed, unsure if she could believe him. She read
only honesty in his eyes. Tanasha wanted to believe him, wanted to sink into
this amazing experience and squirrel it away for when she was on her own again.

None of the men she’d been with before had looked at her
like this. As if she was sexy as hell and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on
her again.

Tanasha tentatively opened the door to the link between
Duncan and herself. She didn’t step into the bedroom, but she didn’t have to.
The heat and need coming from him was unmistakable.

It gave her the confidence to do something she’d never done
before him.

Allow her inner self to emerge and trust her partner to be
there to catch her.

Tanasha pushed him on his back. He went willingly, his eyes
blindingly silver.

She leaned down and kissed Duncan, her tongue thrusting
inside his mouth and tangling with his. His rich taste blew across her senses,
drowning out everything but him. His tongue rubbed against hers, entangling her
deeper and deeper.

He moved his palms up and down her back, cupped her rear.
Each touch raised her sensitivity and drove her that little bit higher. Finally
she had to come up for breath. Panting a little, she cupped his face. “I
wouldn’t want your quick recovery time to go to waste. I’m game if you are.”

Desire shot into his eyes, but her quip also made him smile.
Tanasha couldn’t remember ever having fun in bed. His grip on her behind
tightened and he rubbed his hard length against her stomach. “Baby, with you
there’ll never be lag time.”

The heat burning in his eyes gave her the courage to sit
back, to show her torso without cover and without shame. She cupped the heavy
weight of her breasts and presented them to him. “These what you’ve been
looking for?”

Duncan sat up and curled his arms around her waist. His
position brought her bosom in line with his face. He rubbed his stubbled cheek
against her sensitive skin, his breath teasing the hard peaks of her nipples.

“These two beauties have haunted my mind since we met.”

He kissed his way around the tight areola and finally sucked
her nipple into his mouth.

Fire burned through Tanasha, straightened her shoulders. She
gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer. “Jade, so good.” Her eyes
dropped shut.

Duncan pulled back and blew against the wet tip. She groaned
and rubbed her wet pussy against the hard member between her legs. Now it was
his turn to moan. “Fuck, your juices are coating me. My dick can’t wait to
squeeze back into the tight little opening of your cunt.”

She flinched.

His words fell on her like little slaps all across the most
sensitive parts of her. Duncan voicing his thoughts, the language he used,
drove her arousal through the roof.

He chuckled. “Well, what do we have here? My little Naema
likes a little dirty talk?”

Tanasha wanted to shake her head, but he dragged her head
down for another of his toe-curling kisses. “Do you want me to tell you all the
things about your goddess-like body that turn me on?” He nipped her lower lip.
“Remember, Nasha, it’s just you and me here. Whatever we do, however we do it
stays between us. This is just for our pleasure and believe me, listing all my
favorite parts while I devour them would be hot as Jade.”

She struggled to comprehend all the sensations tearing
through her body. She’d thought he’d thrown her as high as she could ever go
when he made love to her the first time. But now he opened up a whole new
galaxy of possibilities.

Only one question—did she have the courage to let him do it?

She studied his eyes. He didn’t push or nudge her, he kept
one hand curled around the back of her head, the other around her waist.

Underneath the heat and the fire burning through her was
still the one feeling she’d thought she’d never have.

Safety. Belonging.

Whatever happened, he would never use what they shared
against her.

Tanasha didn’t know where her certainty came from, but it
tore open the plug she’d kept on her needs all her life. “Tell me!”

A sinister grin spread across his lips. “If you’re sure. But
let me just see to it that I’m up for whatever happens next.” He instructed the
headboard to form a padded support structure he could rest against.

Duncan returned to her breasts and pulled a nipple back into
the heat of his mouth.

Tanasha’s head dropped back. During their little chat her
arousal had plateaued. Duncan’s sucks and sharp nips on her nipple tightened
the need in her.

“Your tits are masterpieces, Nasha. So soft and plump,
overflowing in my hand. And I love how your nipples turn this deep burgundy,
like a fine wine, once I’ve sucked on them.” He tweaked both of them between
his fingers, then blew on the one that had been in his mouth. The cool air
after the heat of his mouth made her whimper.

“I’m sorry, babe, I’ve been so occupied with one side I
didn’t pay attention to the other.” He lifted the so-far-neglected breast to
his mouth and kissed the soft upper curve, the sides, even the lower part, all
the while holding the heavy weight in his hand as if it were the most precious
crystal.

It felt like an age before he sucked the tortured tip into
his mouth.

Tanasha clenched her fingers in his hair.

On and on he went. First sucking and teasing the nipples in
the moist cavern of his mouth, then blowing against the sensitive tips. It
drove her mad. She couldn’t process the changes and Duncan moved between her
breasts with no rhyme or reason. She couldn’t predict where he would strike
next.

Moisture covered the hard length between her legs, but he
paid no attention. He focused solely on her breasts. “They are so delicious,
babe. And fun to play with.” He kissed her. Hard. “I have a new fantasy, Nasha.
Next time I will lay you out on my bed and thrust my thick, hard cock between
the silky softness of your tits. Every time I push up, you’ll lick my tip,
driving me crazy. You’ll look so sexy, all soft and hot on my sheets. You’ll
want to pull all of my dick into your mouth, but I’ll have far too much fun
torturing you. And myself.”

Her nails dug into his back as the image exploded across her
mind.

Duncan kissed her deeply. “But that will be for next time.
Right now we need to get this show on the road. How’s your little pussy?”

He cupped her buttocks and slid her along his aroused penis.

“I am coated in your juices. I bet if I pushed into your
little cunt you’d squeeze me tight, not ready to let go until you go.” He
kissed his way down her neck until he reached the spot where shoulder and neck
met. The spot Tanasha loved to have caressed and kissed. She rubbed herself
against him.

“Wouldn’t you?” When she remained quiet he bit her on that spot.
Not hard enough to draw blood and his fangs stayed out of it, but hard enough
to shoot through her and raise her heat levels one step higher.

“Yes,” she gasped.

Duncan moved his hand between their bodies and caressed her
attention-seeking clit. Her nails sank into his muscles and her eyes dropped
shut.

“Look at this,” he whispered against her lips. “Your clit
wants some attention. What about your pussy, Nasha, does that want attention
too?”

He stroked his fingertips gently across the bundle of
nerves. Uncertain how much longer she could stand his light touch, Tanasha made
her own demands. “Harder. I need more.”

He paused, nearly making her scream. “Do you now? Then I
wouldn’t want you to have to wait.” Duncan thrust one thick finger into her
pussy while his thumb increased the pressure on her clit.

She groaned.

He moved in and out, using her body’s lubrication to stroke
across her clit.

Tanasha was so close. One step away from flying. But she
needed something else, something more. “Put it in. Please, Duncan, come inside
me.”

He pulled his hand away and stroked it across her lips. Then
he kissed her. “You taste so sweet, Nasha. Like honey and lightning. But my
fantasy is to have you ride
me
. If you want me, take me. I’m here for
you to take.”

She swallowed. She’d never been the aggressor in bed, never
been the one to take what she wanted, what she needed.

As if he could read her mind, Duncan framed her face and
kissed her with a gentleness and sweetness that was at odds with the situation.
“Take what you need, Nasha. Ride me. Ride us to oblivion.”

It was as if his eyes turned into spotlights. They had her
in their grip, giving her the power, the opportunity to come out of her shell
and actually take what she wanted.

So what if her body was curvier than fashion demanded? What
if her boobs would shake before his eyes if she took him up on his challenge
and rode him to her heart’s desire? Duncan had made it clear he wanted her.

He lay back against the support, fire burning in his eyes.
Fire mixed with tenderness. He spread his arms. “Take me, Nasha. Drive us both
crazy.”

Tanasha exhaled.

Then she pushed back a little until his hard length, no his
hard
cock
, stood up between them. She gripped him, smearing her
¼
her
juices
up and down his length.

“Oh babe, that feels so good. Hold it a little tighter.
It’ll be nearly as good as if your scorching hot cunt is squeezing me.”

More moisture built between her legs and her hips moved
without her demand.

Enough.

She grasped his cock around the base and held it steady as
she slowly sank down on him. A solar flare exploded through her. “You’re so
thick,” she moaned.

A rough chuckle sounded from him, his fingers dug into her
hips. “Jade, babe, you’re grabbing me so tight, squeezing me. And your pussy is
so hot.”

Tanasha continued to sink down. His girth pushed the
boundaries between pleasure and pain. In this position she felt him so deep.

“Babe, you better hurry up, otherwise I can’t guarantee that
I won’t take over this ride.” Duncan spat the words from between clenched
teeth.