Chapter Three
Adalyn parted her lips as Gareth traced his fingers over the line of her jaw then her lips with his thumb.
Tingles raced over her skin in every place he touched.
Each light brush sent her nerve endings dancing.
Pulling her so close and wrapping her in his arms, she gasped, marveling at how his muscles bunched under his shirt, hinting at his strength. Moving with power. With grace.
The first brush of his lips had been tantalizing.
But now ... fire. He teased the seam of her lips with his tongue, easily parting them to slip inside.
Stealing her breath. Rocking her pulse. Eliciting a moan as she tasted him in return.
He pulled her in tight, sliding a hand down her back.
Molding her body to his hard frame. She wound her arms around his neck, not sure what was happening but liking it all the same.
One kiss led to two. Led to many, many more.
Time held no meaning. Then he trailed his lips over her cheek, down her neck.
His featherlike touch slipped her sweater off, then pulled down the straps of her dress down her shoulders, letting them dangle as he reached around her to lower her zipper.
The dress fell, pooling around her feet.
She stepped out of her shoes because they looked stupid while she wore nothing but her plain white bra and panties.
Lifting her into his arms, Gareth carried her over to the plush couch behind them.
The crushed softness of crimson velvet caressed her skin.
In the dim light, she stared into his beautiful seafoam eyes, with the red ring around the pupil.
Gareth pushed her knees apart, then ran his hands up her legs as an adrenalin rush spiked through her, increasing her heartrate. Breathless little pants which caused her chest to heave and her nipples to pebble. Higher and higher her dress went up, until her demure white panties were exposed.
“When I saw you, I thought you were a wee fairy come from the Seelie Court to steal my soul,” he murmured, fingertips tracing patterns on her thighs. “Beautiful auburn hair. Cute freckles over your nose and cheeks. The innocence in your eyes. I want it all.”
She didn’t bother reminding him that he had legally paid for all of it. All of her. Whatever. Her mouth was so dry she wasn’t sure if she could formulate words.
His long incisors came down, sharpened into deadly points. This part scared her because she’d never been bitten. Vampires had been around all her life, but she’d never had the fascination with them like so many others did. Should she watch? Should she close her eyes?
Then he sank his fangs into her leg, and the slight pinch of pain immediately turned into a stroke of pleasure so intense, her eyes shut.
Her body went limp, sinking into the buttery-soft cushions.
There was a moan. From her? Maybe from him.
Probably from her. No wonder people wanted to be thralls.
The incandescent feeing sweeping through her now could be very, very addictive.
Then his fangs retracted and she opened her eyes to gaze down at him, a haze scrambling coherent thoughts.
“You taste divine,” Gareth declared, licking blood from his lips. It should’ve grossed her out, but she floated too high to really care. “Lift your hips.”
The soft command broke through the fog and she did as he requested, lifting her hips so he could slide her panties down. It should’ve freaked her out, having her pussy on full display, but it was hard to grasp any coherent thoughts.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured.
He pushed her thighs apart and nuzzled his nose against her folds.
It wasn’t that she didn’t know what he was going to do, or how he was going to do it, it was simply a situation she had never been in so didn’t know what to expect.
At first, embarrassment filled her that he was seeing a part of her she hadn’t, but that quickly went away when the broad flat surface of his tongue licked from the bottom of her slit, all the way to the top.
Fireworks went off behind her eyelids. A kaleidoscope of colors left her in a whirlwind of sensations.
“Are you with me, little bird?”
She opened her eyes to look down at him, nodding.
Words were impossible. Keeping her gaze prisoner, he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking.
Nipping. Teasing. Adalyn bucked her hips, moaning.
He locked his hands under her ass, lifting her up to his mouth like she was a delicious treat.
She wanted to move so much, but he kept her still.
Her fingers sank into the cushion as the tension built.
Then the highwire she balanced upon snapped, and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, where time seemed to stand still.
A burst of electricity vibrated upward, until it engulfed her whole body.
Soaring, it was everything and nothing at the same time.
An uninhibited release of control, of self-consciousness, of everything.
He rose and pulled her with him, but she lay like a limp noodle in his arms.
“Is it always like that?” she asked, breathlessly.
“When it’s done correctly,” he replied, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
With deft fingers, he unclasped her bra and it joined her other articles of clothing on the floor. Heat flushed over her skin, and she tried to cross her arms over her body, but he shook his head and moved her arms back down.
“This body is mine tonight,” he said.
Of course, she thought. After all, she did sell herself. The word whore played through her mind, but she quickly shut that down. She was doing what she had to do to protect Marilisa.
“Down on your knees.”
Slowly, she knelt, looking up at him.
“I’m assuming you’ve never sucked a cock before. Would I be correct?”
“Correct,” she answered softly.
He smiled. “I’m going to tell you what to do. First unzip my pants and take me out.”
Swallowing down her nervousness, she carefully did as he instructed, freeing his long, thick cock. This was the first time being this close to one and she couldn’t help but wonder if all were this big and nice looking. She’d ask but she didn’t want to sound stupid.
“Place your hand at the base, firm grip. Yes, just like that. Now, up and down. Caress me.”
She kept her gaze on his face to make sure she was doing it right and not hurting him. He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her how to stroke it. Slowly, up and down. The skin like silk under her fingers.
“Feels amazing, little bird. Now, lick the tip.”
Leaning forward, she caught the bead of fluid. The salty essence skimmed across her tastebuds, so she did it again and again, trying to determine if she liked it or not. His groan had her stopping in case she was hurting him.
“You’re not,” he said,
“Are you able to read my mind?”
He smiled. “No, you have a very expressive face. Now, undress me.”
Since she was already on her knees, she finished pulling down his pants and boxer briefs.
He was barefoot, so easily stepped out of the fallen clothes, he helped her to stand.
After he unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop haphazardly behind him, then cupped her breasts.
There was no denying they were on the smaller side, and she’d never been ashamed of that until now.
Again, Adalyn went to hide, but he grabbed her arms and shook his head.
“Nae,” he said, his brogue a tad bit thicker. “You’re stunning. I love how your freckles travel down your chest. Little fairy kisses.” He bent his head to place a few kisses on them.
“You’re beautiful too,” she said, a little breathlessly.
Guiding her back, he positioned her on the couch. Spreading her legs wide so he could kneel between them. This lined his cock up nicely with her pussy, and she almost panicked. She knew it was going to hurt, and he was a very big man. Male. Vampire. Whatever.
“I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.”
“Thank you,” she said, although her voice wobbled.
Gareth reached down and gripped the shaft, positioning the head against her pussy, gently easing the lips apart.
More nerves struck her. Lots and lots of nerves.
Adalyn could hardly believe she was on this monumental cusp of womanhood.
About to lose her virginity, not to a husband, like she always thought, but to a vampire.
Her chest rose and fell as tension curled through her, and she sank her fingers into the velvet cushions.
“Are you with me, little bird?”
“Y-yes.” Her voice wobbled a bit.
“I’m sorry about this, lass.”
Suddenly, he thrust forward hard and fast. Although she knew it was coming, the intensity of the pain blindsided her.
A moment later, his fangs buried in her neck and she screamed.
For a second, she was lost in agony. Then .
.. it eased and faded. All the bad disappeared, leaving nothing but a mind-numbing pleasure that burned through every cell in her body.
There was no letting her adjust, only pushing his cock harder and deeper with each thrust. The constant pounding caused his shaft to rub hard against her clit, and the stimulation soon made her body come alive again.
Adalyn held onto him as he worked his cock even deeper.
Gasping, moaning. Then, his fangs sank into her neck once again and the pleasure exploded through her, causing her to erupt with a powerful orgasm. She spun out of orbit, riding the high.
“Fuck,” he whispered and then let loose with a loud moan as his cock buried deep inside her body and stilled. His cock pulsed with his release.
Utterly drained, she lay like a marionette who had all her strings cut, while he stared at her through half-slitted eyes. Her life had just fundamentally changed, down to every last cell. Every relationship going forward would always try to measure up to this moment.
He leaned toward her to place a soft kiss on her lips. Then he rose and switched places, pulling her down so she straddled him. If she thought he was done with her, she’d been mistaken. He was hard again, and held his cock with one hand while guiding her down with the other.
He would take her again before she passed out from the rush.
When morning came, she awoke and realized he was gone. It was time to leave The Crimson Den and somehow move on from the most intense night of her life.