Chapter 56 #2
Confusion racked my senses. Did he simply not like me? Were my limbs too thin for him? Was all this just a game? Or was it because I was a witch? Humiliation twisted a knife in my heart.
That was twice now he’d left me reeling.
I was such a fool.
He threw me a lustful look and I had no control over my body. I needed to escape. My legs felt shaky as I rose.
I gulped in a breath. “I’m going upstairs to read, feel free to let yourself out when you’re ready.” I strode up the stairs.
“You are being childish, Amelia.”
I stopped halfway and twisted back.
“Childish?” Hurt shifted to frustration. “I’m not the one playing games, so tell me, which one of us is being childish?” I turned and continued upwards.
I caught a blur, no more than a flicker of a light out of the corner of my eye. I felt the whisper of the wind on the side of my face and he stood at the top of the stairs.
I stepped up off the last step. He stood in the hallway making himself a human barricade.
“If you will excuse me?” I demanded. He didn’t move. He hardly seemed to breath. His eyes swirled like storm clouds on the horizon and seemed to penetrate right through me. The fine hairs on my arms rose. “I asked you to move!”
“I’m not playing games with you,” he growled, sounding angry. The audacity of him.
I place my hands on my hips. “Really? What exactly are you doing then?” I lifted my voice.
“You know what, it doesn’t matter. My emotions are not toys you can fire up when you want.
I get it, I’m a witch, you’re a vampire.
You hate witches. I don’t blame you for that.
” A burst of emotion burned up my throat.
My eyes stung. Oh, God, I was going to cry.
Why was I going to cry? My hands drop to my sides.
“Please.” My voice comes out in a whisper. “Please, just move.”
He didn’t move. His gaze fell to the fireplace. When it fell back his eyes were brewing with anguish and what looked like feral hunger. “I am dangerous, Amelia.”
“I know what you are,” I answered, “and I don't care about what you are.”
He let out a roar of wild fury. One second I was standing, the next he had me pinned by the shoulders against the wall.
My breath caught in my throat. My heart beat too fast. Dizziness whirled through my head.
“Do you understand what I am capable of?” he snarled.
He reached across and swept my hair back from my neck.
His eyes honed in on the throb of my pulse like a hungry snake ready to strike its prey.
“Do you know what I could do to you? One small bite, just one little taste and I may not be able to stop. Your blood is sweet, your smell captivates me. It whispers my name, calling me, inviting me to taste it.” His tone was ravaged by desire.
He leaned forward, so close if I turned my head my lips would touch his cheek. His nose flared.
He was sniffing me.
Anger curled in my stomach. “That’s enough,” I snapped.
He stepped back. His hands taut by his sides. He wasn’t breathing as he stared a me, discord drummed through a face far too beautiful to be fair. His looks, his scent, his power a temptation I couldn’t resist. And he knew it.
“You don't get to treat me like I'm some plaything that you can pick up and discard when you’re done. And I most certainly am not a lollipop you get to lick when you crave it.” I raised my voice. “And I refuse to be treated like a tap you can turn on and off at will.”
He stepped to the side as I stormed past. I grabbed the handle of the door and turned back to him. “I don’t understand why you don’t just leave me alone.”
“You think I haven’t tried to leave you alone?” he shouted. His flash of anger was startling.
My heart boomed to my throat and I fought the urge to step back. I didn’t respond as I waited for him to go on.
A strange torment twisted in his irises.
“That I haven’t tried to scare you away?
I have tried. I went to Portland. I wasn’t coming back and then you just turned up.
” He threw up a hand, and paused, seemingly trying to work out what to say.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I cannot seem to stay away from you.
” He thrust his hand roughly through his hair.
“I don’t know what it is about you. But you are unlike anyone I have ever met before.
I find myself . . .” he paused again, and dropped his eyes.
He shook his head slowly as if trying to shake cobwebs of disbelief away.
His tone was soft when he spoke. “I care for you, Amelia.”
His answer flipped a light on in my heart, as if someone had reached in and turned on a power switch. So cliché, I know. And yet there it was, the light on, swelling in my chest, until I thought it might radiate out of me.
He took a quick step in. His hand cupped the side of my face. His thumb caressed my cheek, sending pleasant shivers over my entire body.
He didn’t want to be with me because I’m a witch. But he couldn’t stay away. I threw him a lifeline.
“I get it. I’m a witch,” I said weakly, “I’m not good inside and you hate witches.”
He nodded like he knew the evil in my body.
“I despise witches. I do. I should resist you. Our kind hate each other,” he said in a voice that was tender and yet ravaged at the same time.
His fingers trailed over the side of my head, sweeping my hair back.
I resisted the urge to close my eyes and purr.
“You’re all I think about, I should resist you. ”
We stared at each other, barely breathing. A vampire and a witch. Two natural enemies. The lion and the wolf. Two creatures who should not be together. This was the point when a decision had to be made. We walk away or we don’t . . .
His eyes smoldered, drawing me to him. I could feel it. An irresistible, overwhelming flood of desire, wrapping around me like a warm ocean. There was no war within me. No battle I needed to fight. I wanted to drown in the current.
Nothing mattered, to me the history was a few lines on a page. He was my present and I loved him.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” I whispered. My hand trembled as I reached up and smoothed his hair. “I don’t care what you are, and I might have something in my blood, but I’m still me. The awkward girl who says the wrong thing. The girl who could never, ever hurt you. And I know you won’t hurt me.”
His eyes softened and in that moment he looked vulnerable. This masculine man, who oozed danger and power, looked vulnerable. And tormented.
I shifted my fingers, stroking the back of his head. “I don’t want you to stay away,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me.”
He closed his eyes and shivered all over.
I pulled his lips toward mine and kissed him. He erupted. His body pressed me against the wall. His hands wrapped around the small of my back. His tongue danced against mine. He groaned as he consumed my mouth, kissing me so deeply. I didn’t think anyone could ever kiss me that way.
My pulse raced. A burst of wetness nestled between my thighs.
His kiss softened. He pulled back, his finger swept gently over my jaw, across my wet lips, as if savoring every part of me, sending tingles through my entire body. His nose nuzzled into the side of my neck. “It’s just sex, it’s all this can be,” he murmured.
I swallowed. I wanted more, so much more, but if sex was all he could offer, then I’d take it. It sounded desperate, it probably was. But there was a small voice in the back of my head, playing like a megaphone, hoping, begging, it would become more.
“Less talking, vampire, and a little more action. If it pleases you?” I said—asked—begged.
His lips quirked up. “Oh, it does.” I let out a breath of relief. Then the smile fell and he was serious again. “There’s something you need to know . . .”
“Shhh.” My lips sought his cutting off his words. I dragged my fingernails down his back, pulling him against me.
His hands wrapped around my ass, squeezing. His lips never left mine as his tongue explored my mouth.
I yanked urgently at his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and casting it to the floor. In not even a heartbeat, in one fluid motion, he had mine off and tossed aside.
His lips feathered across my jaw to my neck. He kissed and nibbled gently on my skin.
A sigh escaped my lips and I quivered in anticipation.
His lips moved down until they found my hard, bra-less nipple. His tongue circled it slowly, teasing. I felt my breasts tighten and throb with want.
A thousand volts shot through my body. I let out a moan of pleasure, every fibre of my being wanted him.
I reached roughly for his jeans, undid the button, pulled at the zip; he yanked them and his black trunks down and stepped out of them.
His penis was large and erect. So large I wasn’t entirely sure how I was meant to fit it in.
I helped him whip down my jeans, kicking them off the bottom of my feet.
He stepped back, his eyes swept over every crevice as if he was drinking in all of me.
“Amelia, you are so beautiful.” The husk in his voice made me shiver and blush with embarrassment under his hot, desire-filled gaze.
His fingers hooked into the sides of my sodden underwear, tugging them down. I stepped out of them and thanked God I decided to wear lacy ones.
He lifted me up in an easy, swift motion. His hands sunk into my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressed up hard against the wall, the tip of his erect penis nudged between my legs. I opened my legs wider for him.
We locked eyes once more. I loved staring into his, they were hungry, filled with an untamed, beast-like lust.
I moved my lips against his, his warm mouth was like coming home. My fingers raked through his hair, and down his shoulders. I arched my hips urging him into me.
He thrust inside, the full length exploded into me. Pleasure vibrated through my whole body.
He pumped hard and fast. I was held by the pressure of his body against the wall.
It was wild, urgent sex; filling a primitive need that we’d both felt since the first day we touched in that darkened alley.
And even though, as rudimentary—almost beast-like—as his lovemaking was, it was as if he knew the exact angle, the exact speed, the exact pressure to drive inside me to bring my body soaring to a point where I didn’t want him to stop.
I could feel an orgasm growing. Heat curled through my head, down through my groin.
As if he read my thoughts, or perhaps he felt my body grow taut, he stopped.
He carried me into the bedroom, laid me gently on the bed. His body hovered over mine.
“I want to see all of you,” he whispered into my ear, nudging my legs wide apart. He pulled back and his eyes raked over me with a feral hunger and sent a thrill shooting through me from the top of my stomach to the very core of me.
A sound rumbled in the back of his throat. I dropped my eyes and flushed. I was going to be wet, very wet, when he entered me again.
I wrapped my arms up around his neck and yanked his body down. “Don’t stop.” I was dismayed by the begging tone of my voice.
His lips pressed hard against mine as his fingers slid inside my wet folds.
One finger, then two. My body flooded with a desire.
His thumb found my sweet spot, circling slowly, agonisingly slowly, while his fingers slipped back and forth inside.
My whole body arched and tensed. He played me like a musician fine-tuning an instrument, each strum brought me to a sweeter place.
If he were to stop, I’d cry out in desperation, if he were to continue, I knew it wouldn’t be long and I’d cry out in ecstasy.
The pressure increased, I wasn’t sure, perhaps he slid another finger inside, I moaned in response.
Panting, I arched my head back and moaned. I was getting closer.
“Karson,” I breathed, “I want you inside me.”
He groaned. I loved that I could have that kind of power over him.
I wrapped my legs around his back, pulled his hips hard towards mine.
I arched my hips up and took a quick groaning breath as the tip of his penis nudged against the slit of my vagina.
His hips moved with a sudden hard thrust, he entered, filling me completely and utterly.
He sawed back and forth along my walls. I clawed at his back, wanting more, wanting it harder.
“Harder,” I whispered, biting the lobe of his ear.
His lips, wet and hot, sought my neck. He made that beautiful groan again, with each thrust, my head flooded with the hot flush of erotic pleasure.
Every muscle contracted. I felt like I could take no more.
In one final earth-shattering moment I cried out his name as my body shuddered and quivered beneath his.
He drove hard into me for three more thrusts.
He groaned as he spilled his warm seed inside me.
We had passionate sex three times that night; the kind of sex I’d only ever read about.
He brought my body easily, effortlessly, to a climax, time and time again.
When we were finally done, he lay beside me, propped up on an elbow, staring at me.
Blissfully happy, I smiled. I traced my fingers along his jaw and closed my eyes.
I fell into a deep, satisfied, exhausted sleep, feeling the safety of his gentle gaze on my face.