Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3) (18 page)

There was more? He was going to do more? Could I take it? Lucian moved, sliding down the bed until he was kneeling by my feet. He reached up under my dress and I felt his fingers hook my panties before drawing them down my legs until he could deposit them on the floor.

I tried to close my legs, suddenly embarrassed about him seeing me down there, but he shifted, lying down between my thighs leaving me exposed to his brown gaze.

He dropped a kiss over the narrow strip of pubic hair and before I could react to that, he buried his nose into me, breathing deeply. I gasped at the shock of it. How could he do something like that? I lunged, grabbing at his hair, trying to pull him away from me but he wouldn’t budge.

“Lucian, please, no.” I cried, tugging harder on his hair.

He lifted his head to meet my troubled eyes. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I shook my head. “You don’t need to worry about what I’m seeing here when I look at the sheer beauty of your cunt baby. You are beautiful, all of you.”

I felt my cheeks heat at his words. “My...my…cunt? You call down there a cunt?”

He smiled, a slow, sexy, make my heart jump erratically in my chest kind of smile. “It is a cunt baby. It’s your cunt, your sweet, wet, beautiful cunt, but if cunt is too strong a word for you, perhaps you could call it your pussy? Pussy is acceptable and I can tell you now, I can’t wait to stroke your pussy and see if I can make it purr.”

“Oh god Lucian.” I groaned, covering my burning face with my hands. His words both embarrassed me and excited me too. How could that be?

“Just relax and stop over thinking this Arissa.” He nipped my inner thigh lightly making me squeal. “You are beautiful, so damned beautiful and I’m going to make you scream, you will come so hard you will feel like you’re going to die from it. It will overwhelm you and consume you and leave you wondering how you ever survived this long without experiencing it.”

His words made me gasp my eyes wide as I met his. “Am I...am I going...going to like that?” I whispered and Lucian laughed.

“Baby, you’re going to love it. They call an orgasm the ‘mini death’. You will feel like you’re going to die, but it’s all good, trust me. Now lie back and don’t think, just feel.”

I dropped my head back against the pillow but when Lucian’s tongue suddenly swept through my folds, lapping at me before his lips closed over that little bud of nerves that I was only just discovering was incredibly sensitive, I bucked up again, crying out his name in a mix of shock and pleasure. Oh my god, the feeling was amazing. How was he doing this to me? My father had only ever hurt me and humiliated me. This was intense unlike anything I’d ever felt before and I wondered how he could make it so different to all those times with my father. Why did this not disgust me? Why did Lucian excite me and what was it about him that made me trust him? Why was I, Arissa Petros, the woman who had vowed no man would ever touch me again, certainly not in a sexual way, now lying here in his bed willingly letting him do whatever he chose to do to me? So many questions I had but with this gorgeous man lying between my thighs, the only thing I was truly concerned about was, would I survive whatever he had planned for me?  

Lucian certainly didn’t give me time to think about it though as his tongue pushed inside me and I felt myself close around him, my pussy, yes, I could call it that, tightening around him. I heard his faint groan, but I felt it more, the vibration of it over my clit, sending another burst of pleasure through me and unable to control myself, I cried out, tilting my hips, pressing myself against his mouth.

“Its ok baby, don’t fight it.” Lucian whispered before his tongue began to circle my clit, flicking over it and around it, building me up and up towards…something. Oh god, it was too much and just when I thought I’d die from what his tongue was doing to me, suddenly I felt one of his fingers slide inside me, then another. He began to thrust them in and out of me, curling them, brushing his fingertips over my pussy wall, sparking another wave of something intense, something highly pleasurable.

I could hear loud gasping cries and realised they were coming from me. As Lucian kept touching me, licking me, sucking on me, I could no longer keep still and my hips began to circle, shifting restlessly, seeking something more, wanting more.

“Lucian, oh god, please, no, no, oh god yes, stop, no, oh my god, oh my god.” I cried over and over as the feelings inside me intensified with every sweep of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers and just when I felt myself poised, as if on the edge of a precipice, ready to fall into an ocean of sensation and pleasure, he buried his fangs into my inner thigh and I screamed. I screamed over and over again, tears pouring down my face with every pulse and wave of my release as it surged through my body. It wasn’t just a sexual release; it was an emotional, healing release. It was a cathartic moment for me. With one intense orgasm that really did feel like a mini death, I learned at that moment that there was far more to sex than pain, humiliation and disgust. This man, this incredible, gorgeous, sexy man, no, he was more than a man, he was a vampire, had shown me what was possible; what I could feel when caressed and loved by someone who cared. As my eyes opened and the room started coming back into focus, I stared down at Lucian’s tangled over long hair and when he raised his head and smiled, that slow, heart stopping smile, his lips wet from me, I realised at that moment that I was falling in love with him.

 

Chapter Twelve

Lucian

 

Lucian watched the multitude of emotions flitting across Arissa’s face and he smiled. She looked dazed, happy, and content, sated, and overwhelmed, a whole myriad of expressions. She was crying, her face wet with her tears but he wasn’t worried about that. She’d had three orgasms in one night, the only orgasms of her life so far, and the last one had been intense. He’d seen that, he’d sure as hell heard that. She’d screamed fit to wake the dead. For such a timid thing, she sure had a good set of lungs on her.

Just at that moment, there was a quiet knock at his door and with a frown; he climbed off the bed, wincing at the pain in his groin. He might have just given Arissa three mind blowing orgasms but he was in agony, his own private hell with his need to fuck her.

He opened the door just enough to see who it was, and saw Fabian standing there. Lucian opened the door wider and stepped out into the hallway, wondering what his sire wanted.

“I heard the girl screaming, really screaming son and I got concerned. Well Sirene did and she insisted I come and check that she was alright. Is she alright? I hope you’re not forcing her into things she’s not ready for?” He asked.

Lucian frowned. “She’s fine; you and Sirene can stop worrying.” He lowered his voice. “Arissa has experienced her first orgasms sire and yes she was somewhat vocal.” He grinned.

“Well it is good that you are teaching her that sex doesn’t need to mean pain and she has obviously embraced you being her teacher, but I suspect you are suffering greatly in this lesson?” Fabian’s eyes shifted to the hard ridge of Lucian’s cock which was clearly visible behind the denim of his jeans. “Will you be attempting to fuck her this evening?”

Lucian shook his head, impatient with his sire’s probing questions now. Fabian always needed to know what they were all up to but he was strangely reluctant to share everything of his time with Arissa.

“No father. I want her to trust me; I assured her I would not force myself on her. I will be alright. I will take myself in hand later. I have fed; Arissa really comes very noisily when I drink from her. She is extremely responsive. I would never have guessed, given what her father has done to her all these years.”

“I will leave you to get back to your woman son. Be sure to take care of that.” He cast his eyes down to the large bulge in Lucian’s jeans. ”Maybe when the girl has gone home? You know we become sick if we don’t get some sort of regular sexual release. This woman has had you all tied up in knots for weeks and you have frequently denied yourself sexual gratification. Consider your health too, not just your education of this woman. As vampires we need both blood and sex my son, don’t forget that.” He turned and with a final nod at Lucian, he was gone.

Lucian stared at the back of his retreating sire for a moment while he gingerly rearranged his painfully hard cock to a more comfortable position, if there was such a thing. He winced at the discomfort he was feeling now. He needed to take himself in hand soon, he needed the relief.

When he stepped back into his room, Arissa’s worried eyes met his and he smiled at her reassuringly, as he walked carefully towards his bed where she still lay. She watched, her eyes moving over him, colour flooding her cheeks when she saw how hard he was but then she frowned as she watched him.

“Are you ok? You look like you’re limping slightly. Are you hurt? I didn’t know vampires could be hurt, well not that I know a lot about vampires. Only what I read.” She was nervous, Lucian could tell. Her babbling gave it away.

“It’s ok, I’m not hurt, it’s just that I…” He stopped abruptly. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at her as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Arissa sat up, hastily slipping her arms back into her dress and pulled the hem down to cover herself up again. He felt a stab of disappointment that she was covered, but relief too because if he’d had to look at her semi naked body for much longer it would have severely tested his self-control. He had surprised himself so far with her. He liked her though, really liked her and that was why he’d been patient. His natural instincts were to simply take her and relieve his sexual frustration but he wouldn’t, he knew he couldn’t do that to her. It didn’t stop him from wanting her badly though. She was his conflicting combination of heaven and hell. It was hell not being able to fuck her and yet he knew, watching her as she’d come for him that sex with her would be the nearest thing to heaven. He just had to be patient and hope his balls didn’t drop off from being a near permanent shade of blue these days.

When she stood up and moved towards him, he tensed wondering what her intentions were but she simply stopped in front of him, her eyes searching his for something while she gnawed nervously on her bottom lip.

“Don’t do that baby. You’ll break the skin and make yourself bleed.”

“Will that make you want my blood if I bleed?”

He grinned at her words. “No, we are not animals. Of course your blood would be tempting to me if it was flowing but I will not leap at you, fangs showing and bite at you like a wild savage.”

“So what is wrong Lucian? Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice shook and he realised that she had no idea how to be around him now. Chances were she was feeling embarrassed, or her father’s brainwashing could have her thinking she was dirty or something.

“God, no baby, how can you think something like that? If this is because of that bastard who fathered you, stop letting him influence you. You were beautiful, amazing, and so responsive. It was extremely erotic and arousing for me to see you in the throes of passion. It makes me feel so good, so privileged that you allowed me to be the one to introduce you to what sex can really be like, and not the horrible act your father has subjected you to for years.”

“I know something’s wrong though and I don’t know what. Why won’t you tell me? You ask me to be honest and open with you but I can see something in your eyes Lucian, you’re keeping something from me. I’m going to have to leave soon as it’s getting late, but please tell me what’s wrong. You say it’s not me, but if you don’t tell me, then I can’t help it, I’m going to think it’s me.” Her voice was quiet, her eyes downcast, reluctant to look at him.

He groaned reaching out to tilt her chin up until he could look into her beautiful blue eyes. “It’s not you, god it’s not you, well it is, but not what you think. I want you Arissa, so damned much my body aches with my desire for you. That’s all that’s wrong with me, it’s this.” He reached down and cupped his hard on briefly before releasing himself again. “It hurts but that’s my problem, not yours. I told you I would not force myself on you and I won’t. I can’t control my body’s reaction to you though, no matter how hard I try. Now, if you wish to leave, I will walk you back over to Mrs Appleby’s home?”

“Do you want me to go?” She whispered.

He groaned silently. He desperately wanted her to go home so he could make himself come and ease the pressure in his balls a bit, but he didn’t want her to leave either because he liked her. He wanted to spend time with her, he wanted to teach her more about her body and sex, but no way in hell was he touching her again until he’d taken himself in hand. He was so aroused, so painfully, agonisingly aroused that if he touched her again now, he’d more than likely be unmanned by her and come in his jeans, and he was far too old for demonstrating that kind of lack of control.

He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again to meet her troubled expression. “No you don’t have to go. I don’t want you to go but I need you to give me a few minutes alone. Can I get you a drink? There’s water of course, but if you want something else, we do stock drinks here since Damien brings women home quite a bit.”

“Do you bring women here too?”

Lucian grimaced at her question. How to answer her on that one? Would she be upset to hear he was not exactly a choir boy? Should he be honest with her? He stared into her big blue eyes and decided he couldn’t lie to her.

“I’ve brought a lot of women here over the years but you have to remember we’re vampires, sex and blood go hand in hand. Damien and I would go out together a lot and bring women back. We have a communal room where we take women who are only here for sex. We don’t bring women to our own private bedrooms unless we care about them or don’t intend for them to be one night stands. I’m sorry if that seems harsh to you but the women who came here, came willingly.”

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