Chapter 21
The rain swept in droves across the land, wind buffeting it against Corazon as he walked up the steps that led to the wall. He fastened the button on the tall collar of his heavy long coat and huddled into it. Cold he could stand, but being soaked through was another matter entirely. He lowered his head into the wind, using his helmet to protect himself against it. The armour beneath his coat offered some warmth and was stopping the water from drenching him completely. Since the other vampires had taken him, General Violet had issued orders that all captains and lieutenants wear full armour. He had been reluctant to before now, but when the rains had set in, it had seemed a sensible way of keeping most of it off him.
Scarlet didn’t fare so well.
As a corporal, she could only wear chest, neck and back armour. Her coat was thinner and shorter.
In essence, she was getting soaked.
His eyes sought her out and he spotted her huddled into the corner where the North Wall met the East Wall. He walked over to her, leaning sideways into the wind. She looked up when he neared and smiled at him, a note of amusement in her eyes. He stopped beside her and crouched slightly so the wind caught him less. The walls were tall, almost four foot in height, and Scarlet was only another foot and a half taller than that. He was a good nine inches taller than her and the wind was relentless.
“Shouldn’t you be shut safe in your quarters, Captain?” she said above the noise of the weather.
“It is time for the rounds, Corporal,” he said, amused by her playfulness tonight.
“Run along then, Captain.” She shooed him.
He frowned.
The light in her eyes flicked off and she stepped forwards, fear dancing across her features.
“Sorry, sir... I didn’t mean...”
He smiled.
“That wasn’t funny,” she groused, her look sour.
“I thought it was.” He leaned against the wet wall and shuddered as wind forced the rain down his neck. “It is bloody miserable out here.”
Scarlet nodded in agreement and Corazon smiled inside when she shuffled closer to him. He unbuttoned his coat and pulled it to one side, giving her a silent invitation to come inside where it was drier and warmer. She looked shocked at first and then happy for some reason. He kept his back against the wall as she moved in front of him, protecting her from the weather. She put her hands against his sides and her body pressed into his in a way that stirred desires that would keep him awake all day. His jaw tensed when she shifted, her hips rubbing against his, and he stifled the groan that rose into his throat. This was worse than any torture. To have her so close and to be unable to act on it. His mind raced back to replay their moment in the caves when he had cleaned her wounds and she had tended to his. His cock stirred.
“Sir?” Scarlet said, voice trembling a little. He sensed the nerves in her and fought for control of his body.
“What is it, Scarlet?” Corazon looked down at her, right into her wide eyes. She seemed frozen to the spot, her crotch pressing hard against his.
“Maybe I should...” She trailed off and swallowed.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her head against his chest. “Do not worry, Scarlet. It is only the feel of your body against mine that stirs me so. It has been so long since I have felt a woman’s body close to mine and felt like this.”
“Do you want to...?” She sounded as though she couldn’t finish that sentence. He knew the extent of her innocence when it came to carnal matters. The prospect of coming to his bed for more than sleeping together frightened her.
“You are not ready for such things and now is not the time,” he said and she drew away from him, her eyes meeting his.
“What if I said I was?”
Corazon swallowed and growled low in his throat at such a thought. It would be hard to control his desire for her if she openly admitted that she wanted him, that she wanted to come to his bed and let him have her completely and utterly.
“I would remind you that you are on duty.” He held her gaze.
“And what if I said that come day break, I wouldn’t be on duty anymore?”
“Then I would have a hard time resisting your offer.”
“But you would resist?”
“I would.” He wondered where she was leading him. Was she honestly telling him that she wanted to make love with him? He wouldn’t say no if she was, but he had his doubts that she was really ready for this. After all of the trauma she had been through, he didn’t want to hurt her further.
“What if I told you I’d been thinking about it a lot when I was sharing your bed and that I want to touch you and taste you... blood for blood?”
He pushed her back until she was at arm’s length and couldn’t feel how hard she had made him by saying those words. They conjured images of her biting him, of the exquisite pain that would come with it and of the sweet taste of her blood. His cock twitched and ached for her.
“I would tell you that I will expect you at daybreak and I will hold you to that promise.”
A brief restrained kiss to her lips and he was walking away, struggling to regain control and wincing at the tightness of his hard length against his trousers.
Scarlet watched him go, her head tilting to one side as he hobbled down the steps. It wasn’t his old injury doing that now. She didn’t know what had possessed her to push him so far, to stir such dark desire and hunger in his eyes. She just hadn’t been able to stop herself. The moment she had felt him stirring against her thigh, she had felt hot and hungry. She had wanted to touch him and tease him, to feel the length and hardness of him beneath her fingers.
He walked across the courtyard to his quarters.
She looked at the sky.
It was only two hours until sunrise.
In two hours, she would know what it was like to truly touch him.
He would have her marks on his throat.
And his would be on hers.
* * * *
Scarlet wasn’t nervous. At least, it wasn’t nerves born of fear. It was nerves born of excitement and anticipation that filled her. She had left the wall shortly before dawn and had returned to her quarters. The room had been full of chatter and laughter, but she hadn’t stopped to listen. She hadn’t even removed her armour. She had just dumped her bow and quiver of arrows, left her sword on her bed, and headed straight out again.
Now she was standing in front of his door.
She listened to the sounds of movement coming from inside. Paper shuffled and the chair scraped against the floor. She sensed him walking towards the door.
She knocked and before her second rap had hit the wood, the door was opening.
“If you stay out there much longer, the sun will get you.” Corazon held the door open and her eyes widened when she stepped in and noticed that he wasn’t wearing his shirt.
Her gaze skimmed over him, studying the way his muscles moved as he went back to his desk and the marks on his arm. An incantation. One to give him the strength to protect those he loved. It had certainly given him the power to protect her that day. The violence of that moment had frightened her, but afterwards she had thought about it a lot and the more she thought about it, the more it thrilled her. He was so strong.
“I thought you would not come,” he said and took his seat.
Scarlet continued to stare at him, unabashed and unashamed as her eyes drank their fill of his body. She had touched that, touched him, in the caves and in this very room. Her fingers had traced the shapes of his muscles and the patterns on his arm, and it had left her feeling warm inside as though it had started a fire in her belly.
“You seem busy,” she said at last, finally noticing the amount of paperwork that covered his desk.
Corazon leaned back, raised a brow and pushed the dark tendrils of his hair from his face.
“I would welcome a distraction,” he said, voice low and stirring feelings of want and hunger inside her.
Her mind raced to conjure the things he would do to her, and her to him. She had heard of the intimacies of lovers from the women in the village, and since becoming a vampire, she had learned that immortality wasn’t the only advantage her kind had. There was strength and stamina too. Both enhanced sex. Aradne had told her so.
“Would you now?” Scarlet countered and took the seat opposite him.
He looked a little disappointed.
“What is all this?” she said and poked at the papers.
“Battle plans.” His tone was flat, his air bored.
She could do something about that. He was always working. It was about time that he relaxed a little.
Standing, Scarlet went to smooth her tunic down and realised that she was still wearing her armour. She ignored the way it shook her confidence and told herself that it wouldn’t be long before Corazon had her out of it so it didn’t matter that she had forgotten to remove it herself. She moved around the desk and leaned her backside against it, her knee brushing his.
Corazon looked up at her, dark eyes shining with interest and growing desire.
She didn’t know what to do now.
Was she supposed to make the next move, or was he?
She should have asked Aradne more about this kind of stuff.
“Captain?” She held a confident note in her voice as she spoke, wanting to get his attention and stir similar thoughts in his mind to those floating around hers.
“Yes, ma’am?” he said with a half smile, leaning back further in his chair so he didn’t have to look up as much to see her.
He looked so damn confident.
So damn sexy.
“I think someone needs to order you to relax.”
“They do?” His brow rose.
She leaned forwards and ran her fingers down his chest, her eyes locked with his.
“They do,” she whispered and leaned in close to his ear. She brushed her cheek against his and sighed into his ear before kissing it. Her whole body felt tense with nerves but she stifled them. She didn’t want to look like some naive amateur. She wanted this to go well. “In fact, I’m ordering you to your bed.”
“Oh, yes?” he breathed into her ear, his hands sliding up her forearms as she gripped the arms of the chair either side of his hips. It sent a shiver through her and she rolled her eyes half closed as she savoured it.
“Yes,” she said, more out of elation over what she was feeling than answering him.
“Bed it is,” he said and took hold of her wrists, using them to push her backwards. He stood, still holding her, and walked backwards towards the bed. “I would find it more relaxing if my corporal would join me.”
She stopped and frowned.
He nodded. “That does not sound good, does it?”
She shook her head.
“I would find it more relaxing if my sweet Scarlet would join me.”
Scarlet smiled and let him lead her again. It was one thing her ordering him to bed and another for him to ask his corporal to sleep with him. It sounded strange, wrong in a way. She wanted to sleep with him because she loved him, not because he was her superior and was asking her to.
When he came to a halt beside the bed, he looked down at her apparel. His eyebrow rose again.
“This will not do... is this some subconscious sign that you don’t want this... or a challenge?”
Scarlet gasped and shook her head. “No, nothing of the sort.” She bit her lip and gave him an awkward look. “I was just in such a hurry to get here and the sun was rising. I forgot...”
Corazon pressed a finger against her lips, his amused smile silencing her. “A challenge it is.”
Before she could say anything, he had stolen her voice by unbuckling her breastplate and slowly removing it. She stood mute and trembling, watching every motion of his hands. Their movement was gentle, sensual, and she felt every brush of them against her, even through her tunic.
She swallowed when he placed the chest armour on the floor and then moved around her, his hand trailing across her stomach. His hips brushed hers and her hand grazed his cock. The feel of it sent a throb to her pussy and she closed her eyes, breathing shallow and fast as desire filled her.
Her back plate joined the breastplate and then he was working to undo the thick leather cuffs around her forearms. When they were gone, she opened her eyes again and looked at him.
Corazon glanced at the door and moved past her. She heard the click of the lock and it made her stomach flip. They were alone now, with no chance of interruptions. The sun was scorching the land. She had no chance of leaving, and it urged her on, giving her courage to do as her heart wanted to. There was no option of losing her nerve.
Her eyes rolled closed again as he came up behind her, his body close to hers, and his breath against her neck.
“Scarlet?” Corazon whispered into her ear, his fingers caressing her neck as he cleared the hair from it. She shivered when he kissed it, his hands moving to the front of her tunic.
Subconsciously, she leaned backwards into him, pressing her backside against his crotch as he undid the top few buttons of her tunic. He groaned against her throat, kissing it and tickling it with his breath. She wanted to feel his fangs in her. She ached for it.
Her whole body cried out at the loss of contact as he moved away from her, but nerves quickly quietened it when he came to stand in front of her.
His fingers undid the next button on her tunic. She watched them and then his face, seeing the concentration in it, the underlying trepidation. It had been there in his eyes when they were in the cave too. She had let him see her, given him a chance to see what no other man had, and he had taken it. It had given her hope that he was attracted to her and it was only his rank holding him back. She had been right.
When he reached the last button and it had given way, he paused as though savouring what he was about to do. She wasn’t wearing a shirt today either. It had been warm enough on the walls without it until the rain had set in. She looked down at the thin strip of pale flesh exposed between the two sides of her open tunic. The curves of her breasts were visible, along with her navel. Her eyes traced up Corazon’s body to his face.
His gaze met hers and then fell to her body again.
Scarlet sucked in a breath as he peeled the two sides of her tunic apart to reveal her body. It trembled when he pushed the tunic off her shoulders, his hands grazing her skin and searing her with a heat the likes of which she had never felt before.
Corazon leaned forwards, bringing her towards him at the same time. His lips were soft but demanding as they found hers. Their kiss electric. She melted into it, her hands coming up to press against his chest. They stroked slow patterns onto his skin, following the contours of his muscles as they crept their way up towards his neck. When she reached it, she looped her arms around his neck and stepped forwards into his embrace.
The feel of his chest against hers was divine. Hard muscles pressed against her breasts and his stomach brushed hers as he breathed.
His hands slid down from her shoulders to her elbows and then he moved them across onto her back. His fingers glided up her spine, a shiver chasing them that made her neck tingle.
He leaned into her, his tongue running along her lips. Hers came to meet it, shakily at first but with more confidence as his played with it and he moaned. That sound sent fire to her stomach and chest that quickly filled her blood until she was burning for more. She wanted to hear that sound again, loved the way it stirred her hunger for him and made her confidence grow.
She tilted her head, angling it so she could kiss him better, and relaxed against him. Her tongue curled against his, their lips brushing so lightly it tickled. She moaned this time, unable to contain it as it surged through her along with an intense sense of pleasure.
Her eyes widened but her mouth remained locked with his as he picked her up. When he laid her down on the bed, her nerves returned, shattering her confidence. He drew back, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her head, and she stared into his eyes.
“Don’t look so scared,” Corazon said and there was a flicker of something in his expression.
He had given her that look in the caves after he had lost control and butchered those men.
“You don’t scare me,” Scarlet said, pressing her hand against his chest and sliding it up to his neck. She stroked it, light caresses that had him closing his eyes. He sighed and his brows knit when she scraped her nails down his throat.
“I will if you keep doing that.” His eyes opened and she saw how dark they were. Her gaze fell to his lips, to the glistening points of his fangs that were pressing into his lower lip.
The sight of them sent a thrill through her.
She wanted to feel them in her again.
She needed that rush.
Hooking her hand around the back of his neck, she lured him down to her, guiding him towards her neck.
“You don’t scare me,” she whispered into his ear and rolled her eyes closed, tilting her head back and to the side as he began to kiss her throat.
They were persuasive kisses, hard and punctuated by the occasional scrape of his teeth against her flesh. He shifted, settling between her thighs so she could feel his hard cock. He sucked her neck and she realised that he had retracted his fangs. When he ground his crotch into hers, it tore a moan from her throat.
She wanted more.
Before she was conscious of what she was doing, Scarlet had flipped him onto his back and was sitting astride him. The shock on his face said everything he couldn’t. He hadn’t been expecting her to be so forward, so confident. He had started this burning inside her. He should have known that it would be a wildfire now, a need that she was a slave to rather than master of.
Scarlet leaned forwards, pressing kisses to his stomach, mapping the contours of it. Corazon tensed and she moaned as his muscles bunched and pronounced themselves. She kissed up his abdomen to his chest, her hands joining in her exploration of him.
He groaned and she looked at him, her eyes locking with his.
Her hands reached his neck and she scratched lightly again. He moaned and then it turned into a deep groaning growl when she ground her groin against his hard shaft. That groan sent a throb to it and she ground again, rubbing herself along his length and savouring the way it teased her, sending shivers dancing across her body.
She couldn’t stop herself.
“You will be my undoing if you keep up with that,” Corazon whispered, voice hoarse and strained.
His neck was taut, all his muscles tensed as though he was struggling to control himself. She stopped her movements on his cock and wondered what to do next.
“There is no need to rush, Scarlet,” he said and she looked into his eyes again. “Come.”
He took hold of her hand and drew her towards him. She followed his command, leaning over until her breasts were brushing his chest and her lips had found his. She kissed him again, with more passion this time and a lot less control. She was so hungry for him.
When he rolled her onto her back, she didn’t resist him. She lay staring at the ceiling, focused on the feeling of his kisses against her throat. Anticipation rose in her when he reached her chest and her eyes slipped shut when he licked her left nipple. Her pussy tingled and throbbed, aching for his attention too. Her hand came up and caressed his back. She wasn’t confident enough to do as she wanted to. She wanted to hold his head against her. She frowned and moaned when he swirled his tongue around her hard nipple and then her eyes shot open when he sucked it into his mouth. She arched into him, her fingers running into his hair and her teeth sinking into her lip.
He groaned and sucked her nipple harder, sending sparks shooting through her.
She wanted more.
Her hips pressed into his, rubbing his crotch, hoping to tease him into touching her there.
She was on fire.
His left hand slid down her side to her thigh and held her tight. He ground into her, thrusting his caged erection against the length of her pussy. She moaned and writhed, feeling how slick she was.
“Corazon,” she breathed at the ceiling, her eyes squeezing shut.
He released her left nipple and kissed across her chest. She had just sunk back into the bed when he flicked her right nipple with his tongue. Each lap made shivers explode from it and cascade down her spine.
He pressed her hard into the bed and ground against her again.
And then he was gone. She opened her eyes to look at him. He was kneeling between her legs, his fingers undoing her trousers. She swallowed hard and tried to relax as he tugged them off over her feet and tossed them to one side. Lust replaced any nerves she had been feeling when he touched the front of her underwear and then rubbed her through the material.
Her eyes slipped shut again and she raised her hands above her head, holding onto the pillow. He removed her underwear too and she waited, wondering what it was going to feel like to have him touching her there.
The first touch of his fingers was electric. They ran lightly over the length of her groin, tickling the hairs and teasing her. She raised her hips slightly, trying to encourage him, and sighed out her breath when he dipped a finger into her folds. All she could feel was the movement of it sliding downwards and then upwards, slick with her arousal. She gasped when he ran it over her clit and it pulsed.
Fire became an inferno, sweeping through her veins and making all rational thought leave her. She needed more. She needed to feel that again.
His finger circled her pert nub, arousing her further until she felt tense and starving for his body against hers. She looked at him, staring into his eyes as he touched her, teased her. There was so much darkness in his eyes. He looked as starved as she felt.
“Corazon,” Scarlet whispered, urging him on.
His brow rose and he looked down at her pussy and then back into her eyes. He lowered his fingers and she leaned her head back and moaned out her pleasure when they slid a little way into her opening. He was gentle, making tiny movements that sparked more desire and hunger rather than sating it.
When she heard him move, she looked at him again, watching as he spread her legs and lay between them. She blinked, unsure whether she was ready to have his mouth on her. Before she could say anything, he had darted his tongue in. Any desire to stop him turned into a desire to beg him not to stop. It was so intense, so consuming, and she found she couldn’t help herself when she placed her hand against the top of his head and rode each lick of her clit.
She felt delirious.
She didn’t want this to end.
Her eyes widened and she groaned low and long as his finger slid into her again. It teased a spot that made her tense as his tongue laved her clit, circling it one moment and flicking it the next. Her stomach tightened, her thighs quivering as she held her backside off the bed and held his mouth against her.
Before another second had passed, the tight cord inside her snapped and a warm rush filled her. Her whole body trembled with it, in time with the throb of her pussy as it milked his finger.
He moaned against her, his finger still inside her.
She felt so light. Giddy.
A lazy smile curved her lips.
She didn’t even realise Corazon had left her side until he spoke and she looked at him.
“Scarlet,” he said, his voice hushed with desire.
He was kneeling between her ankles, his trousers gone. She had never seen a man fully naked before but it was everything she had fantasised about.
Her gaze fell to his hard length. It stood proud from his body, crying out for her attention. She had heard of things that turned men into a shaking, submissive mess. Could she do those things to Corazon? Could she have her fierce captain on his knees?
Getting onto hers, she crawled across the bed towards him. He frowned at her, clearly wondering what she was up to. She swallowed her nerves as her eyes flicked to his cock again and she tried to remember everything that the young women of her village had spoken of.
The first stroke of her tongue against the soft head of his cock was tentative, but her confidence grew when Corazon groaned and his length twitched. She licked it again, eliciting another moan from him, and then closed her lips around it.
His hand came down, fingers threading into her hair as he held her. He didn’t force her mouth against him. Instead, he slowly guided her as she took him into her mouth. His flesh was cool, hard, but silken and soft at the same time. She was careful as her tongue explored him, dipping into the crevices and running over the crown.
Corazon moaned again, his hips jerking forwards.
She smiled against his erection and withdrew so it was easier to lick it. She caressed it with the very tip of her tongue, pressing it hard into the underside as she licked up him and then lighter as she ran it over the crown. The salty tang of his seed made her frown and she licked him again. The women had told her of that too.
He went to move but she placed her hand on his hips, stopping him. She was enjoying having him on his knees and she wasn’t about to let him take that away from her.
She studied his cock with her fingers, searching out the spots that made him moan and tense. The sides of the crown were most sensitive. She ran her fingers downwards to the base of his length and then into the curly hair below. A groan from him made her venture further, until she was fondling his balls, cupping them and moving them with her fingers. They felt fluid as they shifted. She ran her finger lower along their underside and stroked the harder area between his thighs.
He trembled and half groaned half growled.
Her brow rose and she looked up at him, right into his eyes, as she did it again. His became hooded, rolling back into his head as his lips parted. He liked that.
Lowering herself again, she took his cock into her mouth and continued to stroke the underside of his balls as she sucked him. His hard length glided into her mouth as she moved against him, licking and sucking it and wanting to make him moan again.
Corazon’s hand took its place on her head again and he moved it in time with her, a silent plea for her to continue. Her other hand took hold of his length and she wrapped her fingers around it and pumped at the same time as she sucked him.
He tensed and moaned, loud enough that she hoped the werewolves patrolling the garrison wouldn’t hear.
“Scarlet,” he uttered in a broken, staccato voice. “I...”
Scarlet sucked harder, instinctively knowing what he was telling her. He was close. Soon he would feel the same intense wave of pleasure that had crashed over her. She kept sucking until he moaned again and then she sat back and pumped his cock hard and fast with her hand. He leaned back, his whole body tensing, and growled low and deep as he came, shooting strings of his seed onto his stomach.
He was breathing hard when she finally let go of him and looked at her hand. It was covered in his spending. She tentatively licked it and then pulled a face. It didn’t taste nice.
Her eyes widened when his hand appeared in view holding a towel. She took it, cleaned her hand off and then saw that he had cleaned his stomach.
When she was done and had nothing more to occupy her mind and distract herself with, she looked at him. He was smiling. She dropped her gaze again, awkwardness filling her. Had she done it right? She couldn’t believe that she had done that. She had pleasured him and, if the end result was anything to go by, he had enjoyed it.
Before she could look at him again, his fingers were underneath her chin and raising her head. She looked into his eyes, feeling shy as he stared into hers. Passion still reigned in their dark depths. She could still smell the arousal on him.
Her eyes slid down his body to his cock. It was soft now, spent. How long would it remain like that though? She was hungry again, her mind stirred by touching and licking him, and by thoughts of tasting his blood again.
He took hold of her hand and moved across the bed. When he lay down on it, she lay beside him, watching him. He drew slow patterns across her stomach and her attention moved to his hands. His long fingers tickled as they danced across her skin. They were fascinating, casting a spell on her that held her tight with its magic.
Her skin prickled and fire followed his touch. When he moved it lower, her stomach began to heat through and the fire settled in her belly. She raised her knee and his hand swept lower still, until it was playing with the dark hair covering her mound.
Her gaze met his again as he propped himself up on his elbow beside her, his body brushing hers. He still looked hungry.
His hand caught her wrist and he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the underside of it. She realised that it was the place where he had bitten her before. He licked the skin, his eyes closed and a look of intense pleasure on his face.
Had he enjoyed it that much too?
She had thought about it so much since that night.
She gasped when his teeth scraped her wrist, cutting the flesh, and frowned as tiny drops of blood beaded along the scratch. He breathed deep and licked her wrist again, his movements slow as though he wanted to savour the taste of her. When he had reached the end, he frowned and squeezed her wrist, forcing more blood to the surface. He licked it again and she wished that he would stop playing around. She knew where he wanted to bite her and where she wanted to be bitten. After tonight, no one would have any doubts about them. She would be wearing his marks. He would have a new set of hers.
Drawing her arm back, she used the scent of her blood on her wrist and his hand that held it to lure him down to her.
She switched into her vampire guise, feeling her teeth sharpen. The room was silent, hushed and full of anticipation as heavy as lead as it hung in the air. She took hold of his arm and removed his hand from her. If he wanted to play, she could play.
Her eyes closed briefly as she pressed a kiss against the underside of his wrist and then she looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. He was watching her, studying her intently, his teeth pressed deep into his lower lip. She saw spots of blood crowning them where they had punctured the soft flesh, and drew that up as her next target.
She ran her right fang along his skin, hard enough to cut him and draw blood to the surface as he had on her wrist.
The heady scent of it made her head spin and desire shoot to her crotch. She moaned at the tinny smell, the alluring aroma of his blood. Keeping her eyes locked with his as best she could, she licked his wrist, capturing every drop of blood that coated it. He groaned at the same time as she did. She tightened her grip so he couldn’t pull his wrist away from her and licked it again. Her eyes focused on his lips, at the growing pools of red that surrounded his fangs.
When they were ready to fall, she threw his wrist aside and pushed him onto his back. She was on him before he could blink or say a word, her mouth claiming his and her tongue sweeping along his lip. She moaned and kissed him hard, wanting to taste him more. His teeth scraped her lips and the taste of her own blood filled her mouth along with his tongue. He probed deep, hungrily. She tackled his tongue with her own and forced him down into the bed. The combined taste of their blood was intoxicating.
He flipped her onto her back and she froze when she felt his hard cock against her pussy. He moved back a little and she kissed him again, thankful that he wasn’t going to push her into that just yet. She wanted to have him inside her, but the thought of it frightened her a little. She had heard such mixed things about it that she didn’t know what to think, but she was sure that when the time came, Corazon would be gentle.
His hands caught hers, pinning them either side of her head against the pillows. His weight bore down on her, his stomach pressing into hers, and their teeth clashing.
She gasped at air when he kissed across her cheek towards her neck. It was the side she had been bitten on when she was turned. Did he want to obliterate those marks with his own? She really did wish that he had been her sire.
Her eyes shot wide when he sunk his teeth into her neck, biting deep and fast. Her body trembled from the shock of it and the maddening pleasure. She closed her fingers over his, tightly holding his hands and moaning hotly into his ear as he gave a sharp pull on her blood. Arousal flooded her and she raised her crotch against his. He gave her what she wanted as he ground against her, the length of his erection pressing into her and teasing her clit.
She wanted him now.
All fear was gone, the desire overwhelming it and forcing it to the back of her mind.
She rubbed herself against him, loving the sweet friction and the fire running through her veins as he drank from her. Her teeth itched to be in him but she couldn’t move her head. All she could do was lay beneath him and surrender.
He moaned against her throat as he lapped at the wounds on her neck and then sucked them again. It hurt when he sunk his teeth into her again, but she liked it. She liked that trace of pain that edged the pleasure.
He sucked harder and then removed his fangs, licking her wound and sealing it. When he drew back and looked at her with dark eyes, his mouth bloodied, she couldn’t stop herself from reacting. She grabbed him around the back of his neck, dragged him down to her, and sunk her fangs straight into his throat.
His harsh groan deafened her and the thrust he made against her only drove her on. She held him tight, desperate to taste him, and bit harder. Blood spilled from the puncture marks as she removed her teeth and filled her mouth as she sucked hard on them. He moaned again, muttering something under his breath that she didn’t listen to. She was too focused on his blood, on the subtle taste of it and the way it made her giddy. It was so strong.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and hooked her arms around his neck.
He half moaned, half laughed into her ear as she clung to him. Her teeth penetrated the holes she had already made in his throat, reopening them so she could get more blood. She wanted more.
She lapped at the wound, licking softly in an effort to calm herself so she would stop before she hurt him. She had never shared blood with anyone. It was overwhelming, frighteningly so. She felt as though she was a slave to the desire inside her, the need, and all she could do was follow its command and keep going.
But she had to stop.
A few more traces of her tongue over his throat and she was calm again, sealing the wound she had inflicted. She fell back onto the bed, staring at it as she released him.
He looked down at her, his lips still bloodstained and his neck red. She imagined that she looked as wanton and dirty too. She smiled when he dipped his head towards her and closed her eyes as their mouths met. His kiss was sweet now, laced with the taste of blood, and achingly slow.
She ran her hands down his back, holding him against her and savouring how close she felt to him right now. A few months back, this had been nothing but a fantasy, something unlikely to happen. It felt as though her prayers had been answered now. They had brought Corazon back safe and he loved her.
The sun called to her, luring her to sleep.
Corazon slipped off from on top of her and dragged a blanket up and over them. He lay on his back and held his arm out to one side and she took the hint and shuffled close to him, resting her head against his chest. His arm wrapped around her as she lay on her side, her leg hooked over his thighs and her hand on his stomach.
Her eyelids felt heavy.
She glanced up at Corazon and saw he was watching her. Craning her neck, she pressed one last kiss to his lips and then settled down. He held her tighter and she drifted off to sleep, safe in his arms.
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