Chapter 58
Passion
“Back so soon?” Karson opened the door on our arrival. He was freshly showered. Beads of water glistened off his dark hair. He wore a white fitted shirt, which made his skin look fresh and tanned. His jeans fit like they were tailored especially for him.
The sight of him made my heart to beat in nervous excitement. He glanced at Dahlia. She walked stiffly, but her back had straightened, at least. Somewhat.
“She nearly killed me,” she said dryly, “I wouldn’t fuck with her if I were you.”
Karson looked at me and frowned.
Thoughts burned through my head. I was a fighter.
Born to help protect the waters. Skills I knew nothing about because of a spelled ring.
Thanks, Mom, I could have used those skills a hundred times.
Someone apparently wanted me dead at some stage, could be a month, could be a year.
I could be dead before my twenty-third birthday. Cheers to living in the moment then.
Karson hates witches. I’m a witch.
All of it left me with a profound sense of overwhelming desire to remove myself from the realities of an incomprehensible supernatural world.
“I think I need a drink,” I murmured.
Karson glanced at his watch. “It’s only ten. It’s a little early. I would think you’ll be smashed by twelve.”
“More like eleven,” Dahlia responded, pulling the car door open like it weighed two-hundred pounds. “I’ve seen her drink, she’s a lightweight.”
I had no argument there. “Want me to drive you home?”
“Nope, all good. I’ll be back tomorrow after lunch.
Make sure he’s gone.” She indicated with her head to Karson.
She lowered herself slowly into her black car and pulled her legs in one at a time with her hands.
I winced just witnessing her pain. I watched until her car disappeared out of sight, both numb and profoundly disturbed.
“I don’t think she likes you very much,” I said, turning back to Karson with a wry smile.
“Shame, the table at thanksgiving will be empty.”
“Perhaps one day you’ll grow on her.” I doubted it.
His eyes danced. “I’d like to grow on you, or in you, at least.”
I lit up inside. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Oh, I think you know.”
“Nope, I think you better show me.”
He swept me into his arms and we flew upstairs, the sound of my giggles trailing behind.
He opened the door to the bedroom, carried me through and laid me down on the bed. In a swift move he had my t-shirt and crop top off. I sat up and reached for him. He pushed me back to the bed. I reached for him again.
“No,” he breathed into my ear. “I told you I’m going to devour you. Lay there like a good girl for me.”
His words were a bit corny, they shouldn’t have done anything to me.
But for some reason lust bolted through my veins.
My nipples tightened, and my vagina ached with want.
He placed a few light kisses on my neck.
His hand pulled at my leggings, scooping down my underpants as he went.
He kissed my breasts, my stomach, my hip.
I kicked off my shoes and used my feet to remove the leggings completely.
He paused and stared at my body. His eyes clambered over my breasts like they were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.
I trembled under his heart stealing gaze.
He lowered his lips back to my neck, and licked upwards.
A soft tickle fondled my skin until he found the base of my ear.
He sucked and nibbled against the tip of the lobe.
I arched back and shivered. I clutched my legs around his hips, stoking my fingers down the sides of his arms, to his back.
My fingers clawed into his back, urging him up higher.
His hardness pressed against the warmth of my inner thigh.
“I want you,” I breathed.
He pulled himself off me. My body cried out for him. I yanked at his back. He grabbed one hand, then the other; lifting them back above my head. His tongue circled my nipple, it peaked, and I moaned.
“Have patience, Amelia, first I want to taste you,” he crooned.
The sound of his voice sent desire throbbing through me so strongly I could barely contain myself.
But I was pinned and unable to move, helpless to respond, bar the arching of my hips.
I pushed up to meet his hard cock. His lips crushed against mine.
A moan escaped me. His tongue circled mine in a slow, easy dance.
Then his lips left mine, traced down my jawline, down the front of my neck, to my chest. He paused there to gently flick his tongue in a circular motion over my hardened nipples.
“Karson, now,” I pleaded.
He groaned, a guttural, raw sound. He released my arms, I threaded my fingers through his hair as a mixture of tongue and teeth sucked and nibbled down toward my navel. I quivered all over. He trailed past—I knew where he was going.
“Karson, no, I need to shower first,” I said, mortified.
“I don’t care,” he growled.
He licked his way down to between the inner side of my legs. And then, holy shit.
His tongue found my the opening on my vagina and slipped in side. He pumped in and out licking me like he was starving and I was his breakfast. Thrills rocketed through my body. I arched and moaned and writhed beneath his touch.
“Keep still,” he commanded.
I couldn’t, I was caught on the current of a passion so strong, a void so deep only his cock inside me would fill it.
I arched and tensed as his mouth wrapped around my sweet spot.
He sucked. I quivered all over. My core pulsated with wetness.
His tongue drove inside me. I could feel the heat building. Stars neared the brink of destruction.
I reached down and pulled at his sides, urging him up. He didn’t budge. His tongue moved back to that pleasurable place as his thumb slid inside, he stroked my walls in soft sweeping motions. I sunk back to the bed.
“Oh, Karson” I moaned, “no, stop I’m going to . . .”
His thumb pushed inside pressing against the bone, as his tongued circled my clit.
“Come for me.” His tongue dove back inside and he sucked hard.
My body obeyed his command. I let out a loud cry as an orgasm ripped though my body. He sucked and licked until my body stopped twitching.
He moved himself up onto my stomach. His eyes dark and heavy, flooded with predatory desire. “You are the most delectable thing I have ever tasted,” he purred.
It was a lie. For him, blood would be better. “You’re a good liar.”
“It’s no lie.” He ran his thumb over the top of my lips, smearing my fluids against me.
I opened my mouth and sucked. He groaned so deeply it was almost a growl.
He leaned in and his lips met mine, his tongue filled my mouth.
I dug my fingers into his back, tattooing his flesh with my nails.
I pushed my hips upwards. The tip of his hardness rested at the edge of my legs, teasing me, taunting me.
“Tell me what you want,” he panted into my ear, squeezing my breasts.
“You,” I whispered. “I want you.”
He smiled against my neck. He pushed so the tip of his penis entered me, but no more. “Tell me again what it is you want, Amelia.”
“You, I want to fuck you,” I whined, flushing at the admission.
He groaned lustfully and then he purred. “Your language is appalling.” With an agonizingly slow thrust he entered me. I let out a cry of pleasure. He pulled out slowly. “I shall have to teach you a lesson.”
The world was reduced to us, him and me, and an urge so strong, a band could have entered the room and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I made a sound that could’ve be mistaken for a whimper. It was a whimper. “Teach me.”
He groaned from deep within his throat and drove into me with a force that bordered on painful.
I let out a surprised gasp as an excited fire built inside. I clawed at him. He slammed into me over and over. My head was on fire. My heart was on fire. Between my legs pulsed with heat.
I opened my legs as wide as I could and arched up as he buried himself deep. His lovemaking was primitive, rough, and if it were possible, it turned me on even more.
“You are mine,” he growled as he thrust inside, “mine.”
His words filled my heart like a helium balloon.
Though I didn’t allow myself to believe it.
It would be too much to hope for, that I would be his; forever.
He was just caught up on all the pheromones.
I’d never had sex like this, not even last night.
It was wild, urgent, exhilarating, and amazing.
I bit down on his shoulder, then his neck.
He roared my name and thrust harder. I felt my head climbing.
My body tightened. He seemed to sense my nearing point and he slowed.
His thrusts were no longer fast nor hard, they were gentle, exquisitely slow movements.
He kissed my neck, then he sucked, then I felt teeth. Not fangs, normal, blunt teeth.
I loved it.
I waited to feel his bite; not only didn’t I mind, I wanted him to bite me. There was something deliciously perverse about the notion. I threw my head back, fingered the back of his hair, urging him into my neck and I waited for his teeth to sink in.
He stiffened and jerked suddenly up off me. Holding himself up by his arms, hovering above. His head twisted to the side. “Don’t move,” he snapped.
Shocked by his tone, I laid there, not moving.
“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer. I reached for his face, cupping my hand on the side of his jaw, pulling him to look at me. He turned his head slightly toward me. I saw the tips of his fangs, and a feral shaft of darkness in his eyes. He twisted his head and kept it away.
“Karson,” I said quietly, “look at me.”
“No.”
Then he was gone. Standing with his back to me, his chest rising and falling, staring at the door. I climbed to my feet and moved in front of him. The shaft was gone from his eyes, now they were as earthy as the forest floor. His fangs were nowhere to be seen. I reached for his hands.
“I know what you are. I trust you, whatever you do, I know you won’t hurt me.”
He stepped back like I’d just pricked him. “You must be careful what you wish for, Amelia.” He sat on the bed, dropping his head.
The realization hit like a cold slap.
Mortified I asked, “Did you . . . can you read my mind?”
He drew in a breath, deep enough to power a wind station, and let it out slowly. His breath smelled like musk and honey, it coiled up my nose and sailed down my throat. “When we have sex, your guard is down, I can hear your thoughts.”
The news sent dismay curling through my spine and heat to my face. I scrambled to remember my thoughts. What did he hear?“Oh, I . . . that’s . . .” I couldn’t find the words amongst the dismay in my head. I picked at my fingernails and stared at the floor.
“I love it,” he said in a smooth voice. “It turns me on. I know what works for you.” He paused.
“Except for when you are waiting for me to bite your neck.” He reached across, his thumb caressed my cheek.
“It’s hard for me to resist you when I hear that .
. . I almost bit you.” A flash of guilt made its way to his eyes.
I reached up and clasped his hand. “But you didn’t, and even if you did, I trust you enough to stop.”
He studied my face as if trying to read my mind again.
I moved his hand off my face, down to my thigh and held it on my leg. I studied his hands. He had elegant fingers. Fingers which stroked every inch of my body tenderly. Fingers I wanted to hold. “Are you reading my thoughts now?”
“No, I can’t read you right now, you’re not turned on.”
“Oh,” I smiled playfully. I got up and lowered myself on to his lap, straddling my legs either side of his. I positioned myself so the tip of his cock nudged against the edge of my vagina. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
His lips curled into a smile, which dropped from his face and was replaced with a hungry desire as I lowered myself down.
I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes, as my hips rocked against him.
With every movement my clit grazed back and forth against him.
Each sublime movement heightened my senses and brought me closer to that sweet place.
He wrapped his hands around my back. His lips caressed my neck.
I tipped my head back and moaned. I pushed him back onto the bed.
He reached up, squeezed and circled my breasts.
I rocked back and forth faster, then slower, then faster again; deeper, and softer, and deeper.
“You are glorious,” he groaned.
As if his words turned up the erotic dial, I let out a breathy soft cry as my desire reached another exquisite peak.
The inside of me twitched and spasmed around his penis.
He clamped his hands over my hips, thrust me down in a few quick, hard movements, and he cried out as he found his release too.
I laid down, resting on his chest. His fingers swept softly through my hair. I listened to the impossibly slow beat of his heart, feeling a deep, satisfied, warm glow swelling over my body.