Chapter 11 #2
I threw my arms in the air, seeing the fury almost sizzle along his skin. So much for him changing his ways.
“Well, it is what it is, Dawn,” I enunciated his Vampir name, knowing he hated it because apparently, I was also a petty bitch. “Hate my eerie eyes, or me all you want, but I’m not your—”
A breathy gasp escaped my lips when he moved faster than I anticipated, slamming me against his chest and capturing me. My heart instantly began to race in response.
“Don’t ever call me that again,” he seethed between clenched fangs, his mouth brushing over mine with each forced word. “I am your André.”
“Aaah!” I screech when he dashed with me in his arms, wings snapping out of his back to launch us through the balcony and into the dwindling afternoon sky.
“I love when he does that!” Star screeched.
“Now you come back?!”
“I may hate your guts right now, but I will always come for the hotties… get it? Come for the—”
The sound of André’s flapping leathery wings mixed with the suddenly wild breeze swallowed her words. My heart thundered as he dipped towards one of the towers of the castle, and a collection of hard shingles pressed against my back.
“We are on the roof!” Star revealed.
The breath caught in my throat as a menacing, crimson-eyed Ancient Vampir descended on me. André pressed perfectly against me, my body molding to his, and accommodating every hard inch of him in response. And I did mean every inch.
His chest squeezed my breasts while his hips pushed forward, his thigh slipping between my legs until it brushed the most sensitive part of me. Every cell in my body lit on fire for him, but all I could do was look into the intimidating and sensual gaze holding me captive.
“I do not hate anything about you, Natalia. I am obsessed with you.” His head tilted, dipping toward my neck.
My stomach dipped too, becoming hollow with anticipation. Tingling captured my skin when his torn breaths fanned my neck, and at that moment, I finally recognized that the silent anger, and troubling emotions I’d seen in him were actually barely contained passion and need.
“I thought it was impossible to experience anything more powerful than the love I feel for Natasha, but it took one look into your red eyes for my entire universe to explode,” he rasped against the sensitive spot beneath my ear, leaving a sensual kiss on my neck.
An anxious whimper escaped me with the sensations his kiss unleashed inside me.
He lifted his head, crimson eyes boring into mine again. “You are no longer just the woman I love, Natalia. You are danger and desire. Darkness and power. Sensuality and strength. My absolute undoing…”
Wetting his lips, he dragged them along my jaw, leaving a cool trail that made my nipples tighten until they hurt. His thigh pressed harder into my core, eliciting a moan out of me.
“I wanted to pretend it didn't matter that you are a Vampiress now. I wanted to make it seem like I need you as Natasha, just as much as I need you, Natalia. But you consume my every waking hour. You are my perfect mate. The Vampiress I crave, and it’s taken everything in me to try to steady myself and not show how much you destroy me.”
My head fell back when his lips returned to my neck, brushing my bond tattoo, and revealing how truly sensitive it felt now. The tip of his tongue licked the outline of his bursting sun, and André shifted against me, gifting the wonderful feeling of his full hardness on my hip.
Tattered breaths escaped me as the blaze he ignited in me burned through my being, asking to have him until I thought I would die from need. All of him.
“Bite me,” I whispered, feeling him perfectly hard against me. I meant it. There was something inside me screaming to feel him that way. “I know you drank from Natasha once, but it was not the same… That didn’t seal our Vampiri bond.”
The breeze swirled around us in a ravaging caress when his gaze met mine again, becoming dangerous and tantalizing. “Be careful what you ask of me… I don’t think I can be gentle anymore. Not with you…”
Licking my fangs, I called his eyes to my lips, giving him a sensual smile while my touch followed the slope of his spine. My hands slipped into the waistband of his jeans, and rejoicing at the feel of his perfect ass, I squeezed.
“I’m not Natasha. I don’t need you to be gentle.”
That sinful, crooked grin returned, and André’s mouth crashed against my neck, his fangs piercing my skin the next second.
A rush of delicious ecstasy coursed through me when he sucked, tasting my blood. Tendrils of vigor extended through me from his bite, like new life was rushing through my veins.
Desire, need, passion, and thirst raged inside me, demanding everything of me.
Once André finished drinking, I pushed against his chest, flipping him onto the slanted roof until I was on top of him.
His back crashed against the stone with the force, cracking a few of the red clay shingles.
Pieces loosened and fell behind him while my nails elongated to claws, and I shredded the shirt off his body.
Our chests pressed together, beads of blood staining his leather jacket when he yanked it off me.
Gripping his hair, I pulled his head to the side.
My lips closed over his neck, my fangs piercing his perfectly tanned, tattooed skin.
When the first bead of André’s blood reached my tongue, a multitude of colors burst behind my eyes.
The experience was nothing like when I fed off Dante. It was far, far more intense.
A glimpse of the sun with the taste of him.
I sucked, feeling new power wrap me in its sweet embrace until my entire being hummed, and I was satisfied.
“Now, we are truly one,” André murmured in my ear, calling my lips to his.
“Is it supposed to feel like this?” I whispered, seeing the red in his eyes intensify just as I assumed mine were.
“What do you feel?”
“The sizzling energy of the sun coursing through me.”
The naughty grin he gifted me said it all. “I feel the blazing power of your fire in me… It will pass.”
Before I could take my next breath, our mouths crashed together again, devouring each other with growing need.
“Are you wet for me?” I asked against his ear, my hands roaming his chest and abs.
“Always,” he grunted. “Especially after seeing those sexy red strands.”
“Good, because my lips are terribly dry.”
Biting my lip, I lowered myself on him, tearing his pants open. There was nothing as perfect as André fully hard. The beauty of his length, the softness of his head, the hardness of his shaft. Perfection.
There it was, the beautiful glistening of his tip. Briefly, I brushed my mouth over it, feeling the delightful wetness on my lips before I closed them over his head. A guttural moan escaped his throat with the mere contact, and he pushed his hips forward, sliding fully into my mouth.
I’d never get tired of tasting him like this.
Pleasure rushed into my core with the moans escaping him every time I sucked him, causing me to hum as I took him deeply again.
Desire pooled between my thighs, drenching me until I was more than ready for him.
My center throbbed wildly, and I had to close my thighs tightly just to try to hold on for him.
His hands slipped through my whipping hair, cradling my neck but letting me enjoy him. André didn’t pull me back, not even when I dragged my fangs along his length.
Naughtiness seized his gaze instead, almost daring me to bite his head, but before I could get any ideas my back slammed against the roof, and he was on me.
More cracked pieces of the red clay roof fell, but we didn’t give a damn. My pants were gone next, and the chilled breeze did wonders when it mixed with the heat emanating from my core and the wetness there. My entire body shuddered. I needed him inside me, now.
André pinned me with his intense gaze while his bat claws traced the lace over my puckered nipples, triggering a whimper from my throat. Fuck. “Don’t rip it, please. I quite like this bustier.”
Chuckling, he gently pulled the lace down, uncovering my breast to the elements, and to his lips. “We’ve been here before…”
My mouth opened to answer when the memories of him making Natasha come on this same tower danced in my mind, but a moan ripped out of me instead.
His mouth had closed over my nipple, sucking it hard.
André’s fangs graced the puckered skin just like mine had done to his head and he grinned on my breast.
Goddess, I loved this man.
Before I knew it, my ankle was on his shoulder, and I reached for his hardness, stroking him blind. His eyes rolled back with the speed of my strokes, and when they focused again, I swore the blue flecks in them flashed gold.
Sunlight trembled over us, bathing the island in brief darkness as he jerked off my grasp and plunged inside me.
“Fuck yes!”
“Hell yes!”
Star and I gasped, feeling him slide in fully, deeply, until he pushed against my core, sending tendrils of rippling ecstasy through me with each thrust. He was absolutely right. There was no gentleness here, only passion and anxious need.
“Fuck! You are soaked for me, Natalia.”
Enjoying the feel of me so sleek around him, André thrust into me again and again, my fangs piercing his lower lip before we kissed, devouring each other.
Dante liked it hard, and he was a god at it, but this wasn’t like that.
The way my Vampir mate loved me now was both hard and indulgent, filled with frenzied want and unraveling passion.
“Say my name,” he growled, looking into my eyes.
“André…”
“Again,” he ordered, thrusting faster and impossibly deeper into me.
“André!”
“Never call me anything else.” His mouth descended on mine, ravaging me as our tongues danced together and I forgot what it felt like to breathe. I just needed him like this, against me, inside me…
No, with me on top of him.
Grabbing his shoulders, I flipped us again, but the force sent us off the roof until we crashed into one of the terraces below. Laughter burst out of him while I smirked over his mouth, shingles, and stones raining around us.
Panting for breath, I flushed our bodies together against the balcony wall, straddling him, and drove my hips down to push him back inside me. My walls sucked him deeply until his head pressed into my heated core.
“Fuck, Natalia,” he grunted, his red eyes flaring with the sensations that sent through him.
My hips began to crash into him over and over, riding him with all the passion and need that had built in me through all the time he wasn’t mine. My walls stroked him so tightly, my pace increasing as I rode him hard, making our moans mix with every frantic kiss.
André’s hands squeezed my ass cheeks, opening them, so his fingertip pressed into my asshole, slipping inside it. Fuck! Expertly, he played with it, stroked it, and massaged it, the feelings he ignited pushing me over the highest peak of ecstasy.
And then the entire world burst open.
“André!” I cried when the orgasm rippled from my core, making my thighs tremble around him. A million rays of light blinded me, pulling me to the depths of an abyss of pleasure like I’d never experienced.
André’s moans branded my lips before he kissed me, his scorching hardness jerking inside me as he became undone for me.
I felt everything. Every quiver of his chest against my breasts, every panted breath over my lips, every jerk of his hardness against my clenching walls, and drop of pleasure as he came inside me. I loved it all.
The swaying breeze wrapped around our naked, sweaty bodies, intensifying every sensation with each caress. It felt like this high would never end.
My back pressed against the tile floor when he took over, his hard length still thrusting into me to prolong the waves of ecstasy crashing into us until we were shuddering in each other’s arms.
Sunlight trembled above us again, and I just knew that André was right. We were perfect for each other like this, as Vampiri. Absolute, perfect mates.