Authors: Lydia Michaels
“Undo my pants,
Delilah.”
Her fingers quickly went
to his pants. His erection made it slightly difficult, but soon enough she had
him freed. Her hand wrapped around his length and squeezed. He thrust into her
palm.
“Put me inside of you.”
She arched. He supported
her lower body, his big palms massaging her ass. Rather than put him inside of
her, she traced the swollen tip of his cock over her wet slit. Her breath
hitched as she dragged him over her clit. She did it again and he growled.
“Do you like that?” he
asked.
“Yes.” Her voice had
become a breathless whisper laden with need.
“I thought you wanted to
be fucked.”
She stilled, her nipples
rapidly tightened as the dirty word spilled from his mouth. Their eyes met.
“Christian,” she said. “That is a
very
bad word.”
“I have a very bad
mate.”
She smiled slowly. “Yes,
you do. Are you going to do something about that?”
“I intend to fuck her,
long, hard, and deep.”
“Oh, no, that’s a
terrible punishment,” she sighed sarcastically.
The banter fell away as
they stared at each other. Dirty talk was fun, but the look of intent burning
in his eyes was too much of a distraction.
“Put me inside of you
now,
pintura
. Do as I say.”
She lifted slightly in
his grip and pressed his cock to her opening. He waited a beat, a look of
warning in his eyes and then he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt. Her voice
escaped in a sigh and his fingers tightened almost painfully in the soft flesh
of her ass.
He withdrew only to slam
deep into her sex again, thrusting his cock in her heat. “Is this what you
want,
pintura?
To be fucked?”
Her pussy fluttered and
he sucked in a breath through his sharp teeth. The look in his eyes turned
feral. Her legs lifted, tightening around his hips, ankles interlocking at the
small of his back.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He stepped back, holding
her body suspended against the trees, breaking the latch of her legs and
loosening her hold on him. “Hold the branch above your head.”
Carefully, she reached
up and found the thin branch he spoke of. Her fingers wrapped around the limb,
the coarse bark abrading her soft fingertips. His cock rested in her opening,
not buried the way it had been, but still touching her, taunting her needy sex.
He gripped her hips and
slammed her body down on his. She cried out as he impaled her. Her back lifted
away from the tree, but she held on as again and again, he drew her down on his
hard cock.
The angle was amazing.
He was hitting all the right places, curving into her and creating a delicious
friction against her clit when he filled her completely. She loved having him
so close, pelvis to pelvis, the heat of their bodies coming together in a
smacking kiss of flesh.
Her cries echoed through
the forest. His deeper groans and grunts sounded so incredibly powerful over
her more feminine sighs and moans. He was so strong. Sweat trickled down her
spine. What he was doing to her was amazing, but the best feelings came
whenever she looked into his eyes.
He was so intense. He
stared at her as if he were marking her with his gaze. Those glowing irises
bore into her, claiming her, and above all, the sensation she got from that
look formed a tightness in her chest she didn’t dare name.
She was beginning to
feel things for Christian she wasn’t quite ready to admit. Even to herself.
“Yes, Delilah,” he
whispered.
She gasped as he thrust
faster as if fueled by some new burst of energy. Calluses formed under her
fingers from the branch as her he took her hard. Her body flounced like a rag
doll, but he never let go, never made her worry he might drop her. He would
never drop her. The tightness constricted around her heart again.
Fuck. Her mind detoured
from the pleasure as her heart swelled. Her chest was going to burst if these
emotions didn’t stop ganging up on her. Pressure built in her throat. Flashes
of her empty apartment filled her mind, interwoven with erotic images of what he
was doing to her.
He touched her. He
claimed her. He owned her. He took her without asking because he was so certain
she belonged with him, that they belonged to each other. She’d been so damn
lonely, yet hadn’t realized it until he’d showed up.
The ache in her chest
grew painful. Her eyes prickled and she gasped for air. She should hate him. He
took her, took her life away, her choices, but she knew the pain she was being
overwhelmed by was love. But people didn’t love people who derailed their
lives.
She had dreams. She had
a shop, a home, friends, and a routine.
Her body was creeping
toward a very intense orgasm. She didn’t even need to concentrate—certain it
was coming no matter what. That’s how good he fucked her. Her mind became a
chaotic mess of contradictions.
She was going home. She
could stay. She didn’t want to be an Amish vampyre, but she also didn’t want to
go back to her lonely life. She didn’t want to give him up.
Choices. All she had was
tons of choices ahead of her and no fucking answers.
She screamed as her
climax sliced through her, ripping up her spine, cutting off all thought. Heat
flooded her sex as Christian tipped his head back and roared out his own
release. Her body choked down on his cock still pumping inside of her and she
sobbed as pleasure pulsed outward from her chest to her fingers and toes.
Her scalp tingled and
her sobs of pleasure transformed into sobs of confusion. Her head bowed and she
cried out. Her body was still rippling from her orgasm. Christian stiffened.
“Delilah?” There was
panic in his voice.
Her hands had been
gripping the branch so tightly he had to pry them open. She was gathered into
his arms as she continued to cry. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Delilah, did I hurt
you?”
The sensation of him
withdrawing from her only made her cry more. She hid from his scrutiny,
pressing her damp face into the collar of his shirt. Her eyes were seriously
leaking and she couldn’t seem to stop.
Lowering his body to the
ground, his hands gripped the side of her head, gently tugged her face away
from his shirt so that he could look into her eyes. She screwed her lids shut.
“Delilah, look at me.”
She shook her head
tightly.
“Please,
pintura.
Tell
me what is wrong. Have I hurt you?”
If not for the worry in
his voice she would’ve ignored him. She pressed the heels of her palms into her
eye sockets and wiped away her ridiculous tears. “You didn’t hurt me,
Christian. I loved it.” Her voice was as rough as sand paper.
“Then why are you
crying?”
“Because I’m confused.”
“Confused?”
His hands roamed over
her clothing, soothing, comforting, and drawing her close. She could sense his
concern, which bordered on panic moments ago.
“I thought about staying
in Cincinnati.” He stiffened. “I could, you know? I could stay and you wouldn’t
be able to do a damn thing about it.”
Tension rolled off his
body and his gaze became arctic, yet he said nothing. His lips pressed into a
firm white line.
“You don’t own me. No
matter what you think, you can’t force me to go with you.” She hiccupped and
sniffled, wiping away more tears. “But I don’t know if that’s what I want
either.”
His jaw twitched under
the tight skin of his cheeks. He breathed through his nose and his expression
bordered on furious, but she wasn’t scared.
“You took me without
asking,” she whispered, lowering her gaze.
His hands fell away and
the sudden distance between them seemed miles long. When he shifted her body,
she choked back a sob. The ache in her chest exploded.
“We have many more miles
to travel, Delilah. We should be moving.” He rose from the ground and she was
stunned at how unaffected he appeared at everything she’d just said.
She looked up at him
through bleary eyes and snapped, “Did you hear anything I said?”
He drew in a deep
breath. “I heard you. I have ruined your life. I do not know how to remedy it.
What I do know is that we need to keep moving.”
Her mouth gaped. All the
tender feelings she had been harboring mutated into something akin to hate.
“Fuck you, Christian Schrock! I’m sitting here crying and all you can think about
is our schedule. We don’t have a fucking schedule! God, you’re such a…such a…
man!
”
She stood on shaky legs
and brushed out her skirts. Warmth coated her thighs and mortification had her
cheeks darkening. She stomped over to the bag and dug out some tissues.
As she headed into a
denser section of woods he followed. “Don’t move,” she snapped. “I have to
clean myself up. Just stay there. I’ll be as quick as I can so we don’t fall
too far behind
schedule
.”
* * * *
Christian’s brain seized
as Delilah walked away from him. She’d been climaxing beautifully in his arms
and suddenly crumbled into a million pieces. He couldn’t get a bead on her
emotions, let alone his own. What had just happened?
Nothing could compare to
the remorse and guilt that grabbed hold of him. It was relentless and would not
let go.
She was distraught and,
while he’d thought she’d been coming around, forgiving him for his mistakes, he
realized her anger was still very real.
The soft tread of her
feet over the pine needles littering the ground had him turning. Her eyes
remained downcast. He didn’t know what to say.
“I’m ready now,” she
whispered, not meeting his gaze.
He should go to her,
apologize for taking her so roughly, for taking her
at all.
Trapped in a
tornado of self-loathing he could do nothing but offer her a tight nod he
wasn’t sure she saw. He turned and began walking. Her quiet steps followed a
few paces behind.
They traveled at a
slower pace, neither of them saying a word. Although they leapt and moved
quickly at times, the exciting energy that had been with them for the first
half of the journey was gone. At this pace they wouldn’t make it to her shop
until morning. He considered finding lodging for the night, but for some reason
couldn’t find the words to make the offer. Best if they just kept moving.
They neared her parlor
by dawn. The night had been long, silent, and filled with introspective
questions.
He sensed Delilah’s
inner turmoil, but was too much of a coward to delve into her thoughts, fearing
what he might find. They dropped their pace to a stroll as they crossed a flat
field and neared a highway. It was easier to travel in Pennsylvania with the
woods. Cincinnati was barren and flat, not providing much shelter in the light
of day.
They walked like two
lost hitchhikers along a gravelly shoulder of road. He was starving and sensed
Delilah was contending with hunger. Feeding once they reached the more
congested area of Cincinnati would be a challenge.
He cleared his throat.
“Delilah, perhaps we should feed before we go any further.”
She tensed. “No, thank
you.”
He sighed. “We do not
know how long we will be in your neighborhood. It isn’t wise to go any further
without tending to our needs. Hunger can be confusing around so many others.”
“I’m not biting
anything. I’ll be fine.”
He stopped walking. “I
know you despise me at the moment, but I must insist. It is for our own good.
You can feed from me once we arrive, but I will need to feed now in order for
that to be possible.”
She faced him, her eyes
meeting his for the first time in what seemed like days. They were red around
the edges and swollen. He looked away.
“I sensed some deer in
the nearby fields. I will only be a moment. Please…come with me.”
She sighed and turned
from the road cutting across a field in the direction of some trees. He walked
beside her in silence.
When they reached the
trees a few miles off the main road he stilled and listened for movement. There
wasn’t anything close. His lips pursed and he waited. Shutting his eyes he felt
for anything he could feed from.
His brow creased and,
keeping his eyes closed, he turned toward his mate. Something was off. He
opened his eyes and drew in a breath as several deer came out of hiding and
slowly walked to her.
She smiled and lifted
her hand. The animals came right to her, enchanted, and nuzzled her fingers.
He’d never seen anything like it. She wasn’t compelling them with any effort of
her own. She simply…existed. They wanted to come to her.
She turned toward him
and her smile faded to a scowl. “No, Christian. You can’t feed from them.”
His back knotted with
tension as he delicately said, “Delilah, that is why we are here.”