Luca's Magic Embrace (15 page)

Samantha felt her blood rushing as Luca tormented her with oral finesse. She threw her head back in delight. “Yes, Luca. That feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

Luca inserted a finger, then two, pumping into her as he licked her sensitive petal. He was careful not to nick her with his fangs, not yet. As she began to quiver in his arms, he could feel she was close.

Samantha began to shake as her arousal built. She bucked her hips up to him as he took her over the cliff of pleasure. She thought she saw stars dance as her orgasm tore through her. “Oh God, Luca. Yes!” she screamed.

Luca sucked on her clit as Samantha shook above him. Releasing her for merely a second, he licked over the smooth skin of her inner thigh, and bit into her. As the blood trickled into his throat, he groaned in delight at the taste of her. He wanted more of her magic-laced liquid, but restrained himself, licking the wounds shut.

In a silent haze, Luca stood up, while Samantha lifted her heavy-lidded eyes to meet his. Without speaking a word, she unbuckled his pants, never looking away. He pulled off his shirt, and Samantha grew aroused once again, admiring his rock-hard abs. His chest was smooth and muscular, his shoulders broad. He watched her with great intensity as she unzipped his pants. His cock sprung forward into her small soft hands.

Luca hissed as Samantha jerked him toward her slightly so she could lick the tip of him. His head rolled back when she cupped his testicles and began to run her tongue up and down his shaft.

Samantha hadn’t given oral sex to very many men. But the instant she saw Luca’s virile masculinity, she craved the taste of him. She deliberately glided her tongue along the sinewy length of him, and could detect a slight pulse as she swirled her lips over his tip. She held him firm with one hand as she parted her lips, seductively taking him into her mouth.

They held each other’s gaze as she gently sucked him, back and forth, pumping him in and out; her warm soft lips firmly viced on his straining sex. This witch surely was performing a spell on him because he felt helpless in her hands. He growled as he struggled not to come.

“Darlin’, you’ve gotta stop. Please. I want to be inside you.” He put his hands on her shoulders, trying to cease the intense sensation. “Now.” He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to come.

As she released him, he pulled her to her feet, and they spilled into the bed together. She eased backwards on her hands and feet, feeling like a lion’s prey, yet smiling, as if she was thoroughly enjoying the chase.

Luca stalked over to her on his hands and knees, until she was caged against the bed. He felt a primitive need to claim her, so she’d never know another man. With a hungry urgency, he leaned over and captured her lips.

Samantha deliriously explored his mouth, lost in his animalistic kiss. She wanted him so badly, feeling as if he were her first. And she knew in that moment, that there would be no other for her. Captivated by his raw power, she submitted to the overwhelming pleasure she felt within his snare.

Breathing heavily, he tore his lips from hers, yet again silently seeking her acceptance. She nodded, unable to speak, and he lowered his head to suckle the rosy tip of her breast. Samantha screamed in ecstasy as he bit gently and teased the shimmering bud.

Unable to submit to the glorious torture any longer, she found her voice. “Please Luca, I need you in me.”

Reluctantly releasing her breast, Luca gazed into Samantha’s eyes, and he slowly sheathed himself inside her. Samantha’s eyes widened as she gasped. He halted his entrance to give her time to adjust to his substantial size. She started to rock up into him, letting him know she was ready for him. Luca groaned as he joined his body to hers fully.

“Aw, yes. You feel so warm and wet. You’re amazing.” He sucked her lip, until she opened for him. They kissed in rhythm as he began to pump in and out of her.

Samantha had never felt so womanly in all her life. No man had ever made her come before, and Luca’s finely-tuned movements started to build yet another climax in her womb. He knew exactly how to brush his pelvis against her clit, teasing her senses, mounting her arousal and waning it back again.

Luca kissed up and down the alabaster skin of her neck, feathering kisses behind her ear down to her breast. He dipped his head down and suckled a sensitive peak. Holding himself up with one hand, he caressed the other aching bud. Samantha moaned with pleasure as he pinched the taut nub between his fingers. She responded in turn by wrapping her legs around his waist, driving him deeper into her tight moist heat.

Completely enveloped by her, Luca felt on the precipice of his own release. He began to hasten his movement, thrusting himself in and out of her softness.

Samantha couldn’t hold herself back any longer as he slammed into her hard. She screamed against his throat as the climax rippled throughout her body. The pulsating sensation was so intense she shook against him.

Luca felt her tighten around him, massaging his hardness. Surrendering to the exquisite pleasure, he exploded within her. He felt as if he’d been hit by a lightning bolt, realizing his orgasm was like nothing he’d ever experienced in all his two hundred years. He wished it was her magic making him feel this extraordinary pleasure but knew it was his heart; she was taking it, and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling.

Luca opened his eyes and glanced down at the beautiful woman in his arms. After making love the previous night, they had both fallen into a deep sleep. It was a rare indulgence for Luca to sleep with a female. He listened to her heartbeat and felt the rise of her belly with her every breath. Samantha had somehow touched his heart, and he couldn’t even say in that moment that he regretted giving it to her. After two hundred years of a self-imposed moratorium on love, he couldn’t resist Samantha. She was vulnerable, yet intelligent and strong. She was a survivor, and Luca admired her spirit and resolve.

Thinking of Eliza, he knew she would want him to move on and be happy. It had been such a long time. And while he truly did love Eliza, it was a young man’s love that had attracted him to her. He wondered how he would have felt after years of marriage to her if they hadn’t been attacked. Yet it had been a different time then. Women were very proper, and he’d been quite the respectable lad. The truth was that he’d never known Eliza in a biblical sense. They’d only kissed, which had been appropriate for that time period.

As he lay spooning Samantha, he pulled her closer to him. Luca might not have wanted a human lover, but now that he’d made love with her, he was certain he’d never let her go. Deep inside her last night, he’d fought the urge to claim Samantha. If he’d bitten her during climax, they would begin to bond. But he wasn’t sure how Samantha felt about him. Did she want to live with him? He was vampire, and she’d barely adjusted to the fact that she was a witch. She was adamant about returning to her life in Pennsylvania.

He found himself dreaming of her, what it would be like to have her live with him; turning the mansion into a home instead of a showcase of expensive antiques and paintings. Could they have children? The idea of Samantha having his children excited him, as he regretted never having had any before he was turned. While most vampires were sterile to humans, he’d heard rumors from the witches that they could be impregnated. One night while attending a coven party with Ilsbeth, he’d been told that because of a witch’s magical blood, they, in only very special circumstances, could accept the infertile vampire sperm into their body and infuse it with their life-force, creating the perfect conditions for fertilization. He made a mental note to check with Ilsbeth to see if this was simply an urban legend, or a real possibility.

While Luca stroked Samantha’s delicate hand, her eyes started to flutter. She didn’t want to wake up from the wonderful fantasy she’d experienced last night. Encased in Luca’s well-built arms, she felt safe, happy and loved.
Loved?  
The minute the thought popped into her mind, she tried to push it away. No, vampires like Luca don’t do love. He’d already told her that he didn’t get involved with mortals, let alone fall in love with them. Yet she couldn’t shake the thought. Luca was such a caring and sensual lover, like no other man she’d ever been with. She’d only been with a handful of lovers over the years, but none had ever made her come. Most men just quickly came, and then asked her if it was good for her. But Luca was different; he knew exactly what he was doing and played her body like a virtuoso played a Stradivarius. She tingled, thinking about the mad earth-shattering orgasm she’d experienced under his hand. He was a master.

Growing aroused, Samantha pushed her bottom backwards, feeling the hardness of him. She began to rock back and forth, brushing against his erection.

Luca squeezed Samantha as she began to grind against him. “Good morning, my little witch,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “This is the finest way I’ve woken up in a long time. But are you sure you’re ready for me?”

“Ummm….yes Luca. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she purred as she increased the pressure.

Luca reached both hands around her and cupped her breasts, gently caressing her pink flesh. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you, either. I need to have you, be in you.” He kissed the back of her neck, sending chills down her arms. Luca’s straining shaft eased into her warm heat in one hard thrust from behind.

“Ah, yes, Luca!” Samantha screamed.

“My God, you feel so good. I won’t last long this morning. You’re so tight. Hmmm.” Luca massaged her breast in one hand while he reached into her warm, wet folds. He began to rock in and out of her, slow and steady while he feathered his fingertips over her clitoris.

Luca’s fangs elongated; there’d be nothing more satisfying than drinking her sweet blood while climaxing inside her. But if he did that, the bonding would begin. He fought the urge, retracting his fangs, and kissed along the back of her neck instead.

“Please Luca,” Samantha begged. “I need to…I have to…” her breathless words trailed off.

He knew what she needed, and he needed it too. Losing control, Luca increased his pace and felt them going off the cliff of pleasure into a simultaneous release. Samantha yelled out Luca’s name as they both rode out the incredible final moment of ecstasy.

Luca just held Samantha, not wanting to let her go. “Samantha, you’re so intoxicating, darlin’. I…I just want you to know that I’m glad you came down here with me.” He wanted to tell her how he felt, but registered the oddest sensation of fear, a rare feeling indeed for a two hundred year old vampire. What if she wanted to leave and go back to Pennsylvania? He’d never see her again; he knew a long distance relationship would never work.

“I didn’t want to come down here, but I can’t say that I’m upset right now. What we shared Luca….it was incredible. Thank you,” she whispered.

He could feel Samantha’s breathing slow; she was falling asleep again. Easing himself from the bed, he went to take a shower. He needed to get the upper hand of his emotions before he lost control to the seductive female in his bed.

Samantha woke alone, experiencing an odd sense of loss that he’d left her. She looked around the spacious room, noticing the sleek, modern furnishings. His black, king-sized platform bed stood alone save for a long matching bureau and armoire. It was a sharp contrast to the antique furnishings upstairs, and she found herself wondering if he’d decorated both. While he seemed to consider this subterranean domicile his primary home, he clearly must have had a hand in the magnificent interior décor on the first floor. Perhaps this suited Luca’s dynamic personality. On the one hand he was stoic, refined and dominating, yet he’d showed her that he could be caring, erotic and loving.

At the cabin, he didn’t mince words when he gave her no choice in returning, even threatening to enthrall her, and then last night, he seemed to open up about what had happened at Eden, when he could have simply ignored how she felt. He’d made love to her with primal fury, yet he’d made sure she was in agreement about moving forward at every turn. He’d showed a gentleness and tenderness she hadn’t experienced from any man in her life, ever.

Softly padding across the wooden floor, Samantha felt her stomach grumble. Vampires might not need actual food, but she needed to eat something soon. She also realized how sore she was from all the lovemaking with Luca. She sighed and smiled, thinking of how she’d lost all sense of responsibility with him. He was a gloriously irresistible male.

Pushing open the bathroom door, she was impressed by the oversized charcoal, soapstone shower lined with beveled glass blocks. A shelved wall held black, neatly folded, clean towels. Two gray pedestal sinks stood in front of a single, wall-sized square mirror. Masculine and luxurious, she thought. She reached over to the shower head and turned on the water. After waiting a few minutes, she stepped into the hot steamy spray, enjoying the beat of the droplets on her back.

She startled, hearing a door open, but settled when she saw the outline of her sexy vampire through the glass. Luca poked his face into the shower, taking a long drink of her bare creamy white skin. Smiling back, she wished he’d join her.