Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Samantha
The air between us is tense and the edge of Rafael’s fang peeks over his lip. I’ve never seen him exhibit emotion so recklessly. It makes my pussy pulse and I clench my thighs.
“Not here,” he growls, the sound so deep I barely hear it.
“Like I care.” I shrug and survey the area around us. He brought me to the sofa in the farthest and darkest corner. Something flashes in his eyes that I cannot read, but he picks me up and I wrap my arm around his neck, kissing the skin there.
Somewhere a door slams shut and the music fades. We’re moving fast, but all I’m focusing on is the taste of him on my tongue. I bite him gently and dimly register that we’re entering an elevator. There are voices, people talking, but I ignore them and keep licking Rafael’s throat.
His taste is addictive. I want to bite him all over. All the reasons why I shouldn’t are fading from my mind. Would it be so bad if he bit me back?
More movement, more doors, then he slams me against a wall. I gasp and his mouth seals over mine. His fingers move up my leg and find my pussy. He snarls when he realizes I don’t have panties on and then he pushes two fingers into me. I groan and grind against his hand, desperate for more.
“You danced in this cock tease of a dress in front of everyone without underwear.” His voice is a rough mix of anger and heat.
“Yes,” I hiss and rock into his fingers.
“I should spank your ass for that.”
“Shut up and make me come,” I demand, desperately seeking the friction that will tip me over the edge. Rafael slows his fingers and leans back. It’s only then that I realize I’m sitting on top of a drawer in a foyer. Our mouths are on the same level now and I eye his lips hungrily.
“Spread your legs for me, Samantha. Let me see what you are offering.”
It’s not a request, but I happily obey and move my legs wider.
My dress inches higher, not covering anything anymore.
Rafael keeps pumping his fingers into me.
His tan skin looks darker against my pale thighs, and his fingers glisten with my arousal.
His thumb finds my clit and after a second circle, my eyes flutter closed.
“No,” he rasps. “Eyes on me. I want to see what I do to you.”
It’s a struggle to follow his demand, but somehow, I manage. His eyes blaze, his fingers never hesitating as he slowly drives me closer to the edge.
Close, so close. I need him to hurry. When I lift my hips to meet his fingers, he pulls back.
“I’ll make you come. That was the deal, darling. I give, and you take everything like a good girl.”
I whimper but slump back, and immediately his fingers are there again, even if they move slower than before. He shifts his movement a tiniest bit and hits a spot that has my vision going hazy.
“There,” he says, satisfied, and starts pumping faster.
Each time his fingers find that spot, I moan and my body trembles, but his gaze doesn’t let me go. He drinks in every reaction, every sound I make, every shudder. There is the barest hint of friction over my clit and I clench around his fingers. My body arches, and I scream as I come.
I’ve barely crested over when Rafael drops to his knees and growls, “Again,” against my pussy. His fingers never slow down when his mouth replaces his thumb.
“I can’t. I can’t,” I whine and thrash my head.
“You can and you will,” he promises and goes back to work.
His tongue drives me higher with every swirl and when he gentles his touch to soft licks, I crash all over again.
My body shudders in pleasure and I clamp my thighs around his head.
Rafael brings me down with gentle touches, then he pulls his fingers out of me.
I crave them again immediately.
My breathing is heavy and it catches when I take a good look at his face. His fangs are out and his eyes have turned into the deepest brown, almost black. There’s an intense determination in him that I haven’t seen before, and it sends flutters deep in my core.
I make a move to hop down, but he’s there to catch me, and my legs wrap around his waist of their own accord. He should scare me, he really, really should. I know what he’s capable of. But he doesn’t. He never crossed any lines I drew in the sand.
Three years. Not once.
That’s more than I can say about any of the human guys I have been around.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he carries me farther into the apartment. I’ve never been here and I’m a little curious, but too blissed out to pay proper attention.
“Are you offering?” According to my extensive research, in the books and journals Thea loaned me, vampire blood is a rarely offered delicacy.
“Food, Samantha. Do you need food?” he clarifies, but his eyes drop to the pulse pounding in my neck. I’m surprisingly disappointed that he doesn’t want to feed me. I have no right to be, but I am. Pushing away the feeling, I force a smile on my lips and keep my tone light.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“You’ve lost weight,” he says.
Having a happy family of tumors growing in your brain can do that to a girl. I keep the words in and go for the platitude.
“Well, thank you for noticing.”
He sees it as the trap it is. “You are toying with me.”
“Bedroom,” I reply, ignoring his remark, and he shakes his head.
“Shower. I can still smell them on you.”
“Possessive much?”
“You have no idea,” he replies and walks into the large bathroom. There are gray tiles on the floor and a shade of lighter gray tiles on the walls, all very neutral. The shower is huge and enclosed by a wall of glass and that’s where he carries me before setting me down.
“You often shower with your clothes on?” he asks.
“Do you?”
In reply, Rafael opens his belt and kicks off his pants, not caring how they crumple on the floor. His jacket gets the same treatment. I bend down and open the straps around my ankles, then step out of my shoes. The floor is warm under my feet and I smile. I do love a good underfloor heating.
He unbuttons his shirt and I almost drool. His body is gorgeous, all well-honed muscles and strength. Eager, I unclasp the halter and let my dress drop to the floor. Rafael doesn’t waste time divesting himself of boxers and stands gloriously naked in front of me.
A happy trail leads down to his cock and I drop to my knees and have him in my mouth before the plan fully formulates in my mind. I suck him in deep, greedy to have all of him.
Rafael’s cock is perfect, long and hard.
I enjoy the shock displayed on his face as I peer up at him under my lashes.
It’s a heady feeling of power that rushes through me and I keep my gaze locked on his as I tease him with my tongue and gently roll his balls in my other hand.
From the corner of my eye, I see his hands curling into fists, but he holds back and lets me lead.
Every time I pull him deeper into my mouth, his hands shake, so I speed up. I want him to come. I need him to lose control. With my other hand, I grab his ass for leverage and start sucking him in earnest.
Rafael practically purrs and his hand lands on my head.
I bet if I had long hair, he would be pulling it right now.
I feel him swell in my mouth; he’s letting me have it.
I have no doubt he could hold out until I faint from exhaustion, if that’s what he wanted.
But this is not about his wants, this is about mine.
“Where do you want it?” His tone is rough and strained.
I release his balls to cup my breasts.
“Your breasts? You want to be covered in my cum?”
I flick my tongue over the crown in response. Rafael’s hand wraps around my throat and he forces me off his cock. His other hand replaces my mouth, and a few pumps later, he’s coming all over me.
His hand slides down from my throat and he massages his cum all over my breasts. Arching against his hand, I pant. He’s pulling all my filthy fantasies out of my head and I love it.
“You like this,” he murmurs and rolls my nipple between his fingers. When he pinches it, I arch further. “Words, Samantha,” he reminds me.
“Yes,” I hiss. He repeats the movement on my other nipple and I moan.
“Let’s get you clean so I can dirty you up all over again,” he says and lifts me to my feet.
He turns on the shower and shields my body until the water adjusts. There’s a row of shampoos and shower gels on the shelf, and I pick one up at random. A scent of vanilla wafts up when I open it and squeeze it into my hand.
It feels weird to share the space. I’m used to getting in and out in under five minutes, but now his heated look makes me want to slow down as I run my hands over my breasts. Taking my time, I clean every bit of him from my skin. But when I go for more soap, he stops me.
“Face the wall,” he orders me and I obey. The gray tiles have tiny flakes of something silvery in them that I didn’t notice earlier, but up close, it gives depth and texture to the wall. Rafael’s soapy hands touch my shoulders and knead away tension I didn’t even realize was there.
His fingers are firm but not hard, and soon my muscles give way to his ministrations. He slowly moves down my back, still kneading. Then a squirt of cold shower gel lands on my butt and I flinch. Rafael chuckles and starts massaging my ass. His fingers sweeping over me make my thighs tremble.
“Lean into the wall with your hands,” he says as he moves my legs apart to massage my thighs.
This is torture. I don’t want it to end.
When he lifts one of my legs and massages my instep, I moan. He takes his time before moving to my other leg. By the time his hands are around my waist again, I’m shaking with need. I lean my forehead against the wall and pant lightly.
Rafael takes the shower’s hand piece and slowly rinses my hair, my shoulders, my hands. The water washes away the suds and he kneels behind me again. One hand guides the shower head and the other makes sure every part of me gets rinsed clean. Between my legs, his hand finally stills.