Zauran (8 page)

Oh god. How do you do that? You dive right in and punch my heart and make me ache to hold you.

The answer is a kiss, delicately positioned and so soft it couldn't scuff a bubble.

My body moves of its own volition, effervescently reaching pores to pores, skin to skin, vulnerability to vulnerability. With my hands holding his muscular back and my arms around his middle, I sink deeper to merge into him. I've never had a man speak such beauty to me.

So invincible, so incredible... wow.

You've made me realise my heart was
really
starving. It's been fed no sustenance. You truly are feeding my heart soup.

The emaciated four chambers of my heart open up to gorge on the fuel flowing from him, sipping greedily on love, tenderness, sincerity.

Held in a hug so crushing it's like being in the coils of a boa constrictor, his meaningful embrace is showing me brutally how strong his own emotions are.

Darise really can get fucked. He went running after whasserface, and thank the angels he did or I'd slowly wither away in the mundane death of the living, never knowing how my mind and emotions were malnourished.

Kissed, coddled, cherished, my tears are dried, my lips plumped with pressure, and I learn the dance of chopping vegetables with my hands cloaked in his, his body shielding mine from the cold where he stands at my back, working as one unit simultaneously creating sustenance which feeds body, spirit, soul.

It's beyond romantic when we sit down naked, one bowl between us, microwaved to hurry the process so we can indulge immediately in our concoction, sharing a spoon and feeding each other the first blessings of a union built on a foundation that never crumbles.

Food is my happy place.

Caught in his eyes, we lick lips in tandem, laughing with the spills and scalded tongues.

I've never felt more adored and understood than I do right this second.

Fortified with food and drink, I wipe my eye lazily, feeling a little tired.

Howe
ver, the soft lips now pressing over mine chase the lethargy clear away. Leaning in, I kiss him right back, savoring his gentle approach.

Hmmm, I could live with this for a very long time.

His kiss becomes more insistent, communicating urgency I fully comprehend. It unravels my hibernating libido back into a ravenous monster. His arm clamps my waist and I'm lifted, carried away, held tight over a man so rigid he's like a testament to invincibility.

Our lips continuously meet in silent confession and all guilt is absolved.

We're going back to the hideout. I would hate an interruption when I'm deep inside the woman I've pined over.

Just the thought floods my blood with thorny endorphins.

Carried tight against him through the roaming landscape of his home, I have sensations chasing into me. The infusion of heat from his skin skips my pulse and I surrender to the delightful strength and security he radiates.

Are you controlling my mind? My reactions?

He shakes his head, clasping the back of my head with his free hand and guiding it to his lips, pausing to press me against the wall in front of the secret den, supporting me while removing my underwear.

I'm totally immersed in the fevered biting of my lips, the flirting of our tongues, the pressure of our nipples trying to out-harden each other. I can feel his sex pressing against my leg as if laying in ambush.

He's sinfully sexy and refreshingly uninhibited. There's no shame. His body is proud to exhibit its response to me.

To
me.

Wow! The powerful realization gives me a shiver down my spine while a familiar ache starts to palpitate in the lips above his erection.

As if sensing the gnawing need gripping my insides to run juicy enticement to kiss his arousal, he slowly slides into me. Shoving me fast to the wall like a mussel clinging to a rock, unable to move or let go no matter how vicious the storm, he pulls me down onto the heat fusing with my own, joining us in a silent promise.

It's a dedication of salacious intent.

But it's also charity. Sweet merciful charity to have him press with precision against the desire spiking my body.

Are you inside my head?
I ask him.

Yes.

Why?

Because then I know how to please you, petal.

To emphasize this notion he grinds into my pelvis with the accuracy of a master. My gasp escapes even though I was trying to suppress it.

He's just so,
so
, perfect. I was once really afraid of him, of his size, but maybe we are all afraid of perfection. It highlights our flaws.

I'm so ordinary - why me? Out of all the women in Belgrade why did he wait for me?

He breaks the kiss, leaving my lips oddly numb.

“
I fell for you the first second I saw you, Zaria. I'm neuri, when we set our heart on something it's a commitment we can't break.”

Commitment?

But the thought is shattered when he manipulates my body into another crest of excruciating pleasure, sending a shock wave through my blood and sinking claws of ownership into my spine, into my soul, into my heart.

Closing my eyes, trying to recapture my lost breath and aim oxygen back to vital organs, the world gyrates when he swings me and carries me the rest of the way, draping me on the couch and pulling himself out of me, replacing the loss with a heat completely different, sanctifying the rest of my skin.

The dark hair that usually falls onto the tips of his eyelashes now fans onto my leg as his tongue marks me on its path to throbbing sensitivity.

Oh god! He's going to kill me with pleasure overload.

His hands are free because his wide shoulders force my legs apart
for
him. It leaves hands dangerously free. My nipples are thumbed to arc wonder right through me in the white heat of desire's whiplash.

My forehead prickles when he targets three zones simultaneously. Bucking, squealing, my voice is so far away, so removed from me as I'm assaulted with sheer euphoria. Then teeth gently gnash the pinpoint of my arousal.

He lifts his head after the merciless lick and bite, showering breath over my skin, pulling my attention back to him with the magnetic aura of his focus.

I'm summoned and can't look away. My eyes are releasing tiny tears in their outer edges from the emotional flood of this night.

“
You screamed my name.”

Did I?

“
It was unconscious, but you did it,” he smirks indulgently.

His smile could powder diamonds as he maneuvers to hook elbows on either side of my hips, holding me flat with the weight of his arms resting on me. “Zaria. How long have you been fantasizing about me?”

“
Excuse me?”

How the hell would you know?! You can't know. It's impossible.

Shoulders come closer as he moves to cover me, his eyes never leaving mine as they atomize with dragonfly green and impossible peacock blue.

It's over for me. I realize too late I'm being compelled.

Immobile, I am lost in his unnatural eyes as he infiltrates my body, licking every blood vessel and vein with his ethereal power, “How long have you been dreaming of me doing this to you?”

“
Since... you... uh... kidnapped me.”

“
That was months ago, Zaria. Tell me what I want to know.”

“
I can't help it. I … dream... of you.”

“
Ah, I see this. The images in your head are compromising. Why didn't Darise pick up on it?” he rumbles and vibrates in a whisper, like a low level earthquake shaking my body.

It's the voice of a thief before attack.

“
He works the night shift, I work for Pravus during the day. I guess... I don't... know.”

“
How long have you loved me?”

“
I... from then. From the day you told me about how the vampyre destroyed your world. I wanted to hold and kiss you and make it all go away. I wanted to soothe you better. I would have done anything to ease your pain.”

He releases my mind and I become aware I'm trembling.

With gentle yet demanding hands he curls me into the curves of his body. One long leg imprisons my hip, keeping me still when he slides into me from behind. Lips excite the back of my neck when his hand fists my hair and wraps it over his fingers, lifting my thick locks away and effectively strapping me to him, inside his hold and command.

Caught, I'm pinned while he strokes in and out of me, his skin rushing blood to my spine where it rubs across my body with each motion.

“
Zaria,” he says, as if he's discussing the price of potatoes.

“
Yes?”

I don't know why but this is making me nervous. His demeanor has changed. He morphed from delicate to dominating in the time it took him to own my mind.

“
You're pregnant,” he says into my ear, running the tip of his tongue under my earlobe and pressing it to my now hammering pulse.

“
What?!”

“
It's destiny darling. You only obsessed over me because I am the one person on earth who turns you inside out. The one to tunnel your blood and send shivers to your toes. I proved it to you the first day I met you, and I proved it again tonight.”

“
Destiny? But if Darise knows I'm pregnant he'll never let me go.”

God! A vampyre child? My countrymen will disown me.

My soul turns to brittle ice at the thought. Tension rides into me like foam cresting in a raging sea, but he holds me fast, taking the pleasure he didn't have in the passage. How he disengaged I don't know, because he couldn't the last time.

Oh god! I'm fucking pregnant!

“
With my babies,” he purrs.

It's so soft and intimate, so deeply dipped with a baritone of adoration and love that my heart sledgehammers brutally into my ribcage.

“
Yours?”

That's rubbish. I'm on contraception and tonight is our first time together.

“
Zaria, Darise told you he controls his body, didn't he?”

I nod, my thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“
All supernatural men do. I control mine too, and I know the second I gave you my children. It locks us together forever, Zaria. Ryan initiated you with the book of Love. It made you official when you voluntarily opened the pages and read the words. Not only are you pregnant with my babies, and have been for approximately one hour and thirty-two minutes, but this also makes you part-neuri. You won't die, Zaria. Not until you
choose
to.”

It hits me.

“
What do you mean
babies
?”

He said it like there's more than one! What about my choice in this matter.

“
Contraception is useless against us. Two boys are buried where no one can reach them, locking us in a promise only love can break. It wouldn't have worked if you didn't love me Zaria. I knew the secret, I just didn't know how long you've loved me for. I didn't fully appreciate how deep your love was. I mistook it for the love of a friend, of two people who've been through unearthly tribulations together. But your love is in fact the kind carved into the bones of your skeleton, your love for me penetrates that deep. Your body accepted because your heart already has, your spirit already did.”

He's feeling so good inside me right now it's hard to concentrate. I'm tingling from the sensation and it's hammering relentlessly into my legs and messing with my heartbeat.

As if sensing it, he changes rhythm, twisting and positioning my body so I'm encompassed with pumping pleasure, each slip and slide and wet hard dive into my body so it's slapped with his brings me closer to the ledge, and I'm barely holding on with my fingernails.

“
I could disengage in the passage because you are now my other half. I could release you because you willingly opened your soul to me. The second your body accepted mine completely and let me bond us, it set us free from that particular clause.” His tone is becoming ragged, the fist in my hair tightening and pulling me closer as he creeps to the precipice himself.

Stop talking... I'm about to cum.

“
Ryan wanted your light, and I swore I'd protect you. You chose
me
Zaria, not him. This was the only way.”

His body probes mine deeper, glimpsing paradise advancing fast, opening the gates to utopia, and I feel his whole body tense behind me, the heavy leg on my hip pushes me mercilessly into the soft padding and he wracks in pulsating waves, his breath strangled and chaffed.

The lips in my neck press hard and his teeth pinch my flesh.