Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3) (30 page)

“Baby, what do you think?” He thrust forward holding himself deep inside her.  “I’m still inside you and I’m hard so you can bet I want to do it again. I’m vampire so we like to do this a lot, and we need to do it a lot. Feeding and fucking is a vampire thing. It makes it even better. To feed while fucking increases the pleasure, it intensifies the orgasm; you have to have noticed that?” He said and she nodded, still seemingly shy with him which secretly amused him since his cock was still buried in her.

He wrapped his arms around her and before she could react, he’d rolled until he was on the bottom and she lay on top of him. Their bodies were still joined and he thrust up into her one time watching her gasp.

“Now baby, it’s time to give you the control; you on top so you can set the pace, so you can decide if this time is slow or fast.” He stared up into her face, raising one hand to push her hair back so he could see her beautiful eyes. “Come my sweet angel, make love to me.”

Chapter Nineteen

Arissa

I sat on Lucian, staring down at him, into his chocolate coloured eyes that were filled with his desire for me. Once upon a time to see desire like that, for a man to lust after me like that, would have terrified me but not now, not with him. This man, this beautiful, stunningly gorgeous vampire wanted me and the evidence of his desire was buried deep inside me now as I sat impaled on his huge erection.

He had told me to make love to him and I was too embarrassed to admit to him that I had no idea how to do that. I’d never had consensual sex before. Sex had always been my father raping me. I knew nothing else except for what Lucian had shown me tonight. I had no idea how to be sexy or sensual, how to flirt, and I certainly had no idea how to make love to someone.

Lucian must have realised something was wrong, since I’d failed to respond in any way to his request. ”What’s wrong baby? You’re looking a little like a deer caught in the headlights. Do you not wish to make love again? If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

I gave him a sceptical look. Was he serious about stopping? He was erect and his cock was inside me. Was he trying to tell me he’d be perfectly ok with me getting off him now?

“So if I got off you now….” I started to raise myself. “You’d be ok with that?” I asked and giggled when Lucian’s hands shot out, latching onto my hips and pulled me back down on him again.

“Fuck it, no baby. I lied, I need you, I want you, make love to me my angel.”

I met the heat of his eyes and blushed, dropping my head again. How did I tell him?

Suddenly I felt fingers under my chin, tilting my face to his. “What’s wrong? I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me, don’t be shy with me baby. It’s a little too late for that don’t you think? My cock is inside you.” He grinned.

I couldn’t help smiling at his comment and the irony of the situation. It was a little foolish for me to be getting embarrassed about answering him when we were still connected as intimately as two people could be connected.

I finally met his eyes and sighed. “I...it’s just that...I…I don’t know how to make love to you. I’ve never done it before. I’ve…there’s only ever been father and I…and I..I didn’t want him to do what he did to me so I don’t…” My voice trailed off.

Lucian pushed his fingers into my hair, either side of my face and dragged me down to him, his lips closing over mine. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, he didn’t demand entrance to my mouth with his tongue but it was a slow lingering kiss, a sweet kiss and when he finally released my lips, I was breathing heavily. He affected me so much. Never in a million years would I have thought a man would ever be able to arouse me, that there would ever be a man I’d willingly want to spend time with, have sex with but Lucian had done it. He was that one in a million man who had made me feel, who had woken me, given me life which was kind of ironic since he was vampire which meant he was dead.

I opened my eyes after his tender kiss and found him staring at me, a look on his face I couldn’t decipher. “God, I’m sorry baby. How could I be so stupid? I forgot. Well, I didn’t forget about what your father has put you through, but I forgot that of course you have never had a sexual experience that you consented to, until now. If you will allow me, I shall show you what it is like for you to make love to me. You are on top for this. You get to set the pace, ok?”

I nodded, still not entirely sure what he wanted me to do, but he shifted his hands to my hips and lifted me, slowly. I felt the length of him slipping out of me, inch by inch and those piercings of his rubbed along inside me stirring up every sensitive nerve ending. When he was nearly out of me, he stopped then encouraged me to lower myself on him again. It was deliciously slow, the feel of him filling me, stretching me as I took every inch of him back inside. Once I was seated on him again, Lucian raised a hand, his fingers brushing my hair back from my face, a look of such incredible tenderness in his eyes, I couldn’t look away.

“Make love to me a baby.” He said softly, his voice husky and this time, when his hands settled on my hips, I didn’t need him to encourage me to rise on him.

Placing my palms on his stomach, I rose up and lowered, my movements slow, careful, all the time with my eyes held in the burning intensity of Lucian’s. Up and down, my pace steady; the feel of his piercings rubbing over my delicate, sensitive flesh, arousing me, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

Needing more, I started to move faster but Lucian’s fingers dug into my hips, slowing me again. “Savour it, feel it baby. There’s no rush.” His voice was husky.

I whimpered, wanting more, needing to move faster. Grabbing his hands that rested on my hips, I peeled his fingers off me, ignoring the look of surprise on his face at me quite clearly taking charge.

I bent over him, bracing myself on his stomach, my movements faster, more frantic as my excitement grew. Harder, faster, I rode him, my nerves gone, no longer feeling awkward, eyes closed as I gave myself over to the passion consuming me. I was running on pure instinct and natural drive now, desperate to feel the intense pleasure that only Lucian could make me feel.

I heard him groan and when I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was watching where our bodies were joined. He was watching his cock going in and out of me. Something about his expression excited me and I leaned back, shifting my hands to his thighs, rising up and down faster, rotating my hips, grinding down on him, desperate for that release.

Lucian’s hands smoothed their way up my thighs until he reached my clitoris, rubbing his thumb over it. At his touch, pleasure stabbed through me and I bucked violently on him, recognising the now familiar pressure of my impending orgasm. I was still so new to this sex for pleasure, but I was rapidly becoming a fan of it, addicted to the overwhelming sensations it stirred in me.

With one more flick of his thumb over my swollen bud, Lucian bucked up into me, rotating his hips enough for his piercings to scrape over that sensitive spot inside me, and I cried out as my orgasm hit. I couldn’t even rise up from him anymore; instead I sat down hard, feeling him press up against my cervix. As wave after wave of sensation speared through me, radiating out through my body, I ground down on Lucian, desperate to extract every fragment of pleasure from him, writhing on him; my body in the grip of something powerful. When finally it was over, I sagged, collapsing over his chest, panting hard, savouring the blissful calm that flowed through me.

As awareness of my surroundings returned, I realised Lucian was running a hand down my back in a calming, soothing caress. While I gasped frantically for air, he made no sound, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the fact he didn’t breathe. I could still feel him buried deep inside me, hard, huge and it was obvious, he hadn’t come. Was it because I’d done something wrong? Maybe my first attempt to make love to him wasn’t good enough?

I glanced down at him and found him watching me, his eyes narrowed to little more than slits. “Was that good baby? You looked like you were enjoying yourself and I can’t tell you how sexy it is to watch you come, to see your cheeks flush and that rosy glow spread out over your chest. You make the sexiest little sounds and now I’m hungry for my own release. I need to come but I want you back under me.” He said and before I could respond, he’d flipped us again so I lay under him, our bodies still joined intimately. “I’m sorry but I can’t make love to you right now.” His words made my heart sink momentarily, until he continued. “This time I need to fuck you, I need to fuck you hard. I’m going to fuck you until I come, and I’m going to take more of your blood ok?”

I shivered with excitement at his words. They were words that would normally have me running for the hills but Lucian was different. He made it sound hot and sexy, and I could do nothing more than nod at him, momentarily lost for words.

With a groan at my capitulation he began to move, but there was nothing slow or steady about this. It was raw, primal, animalistic and even with my very limited experience of sex that I was a willing participant in, I could tell this was hot. Lucian didn’t hold back, he simply braced his arms either side of me and with his head thrown back, eyes closed and his lips parted enough that I could see the tips of his fangs showing, he began to move, to slam into me, pounding like a man possessed, working me up the bed with the force of his hips.

I would have thought this kind of rough sex would be enough to scare me since my father was rough with me often, but this was different. I felt owned by him, possessed and consumed by him, my body a vessel for his pleasure. It didn’t make me feel dirty, or used and abused though. It was sexy and exciting, it was such an incredible turn on and I liked it, hell I loved it. To know that I had the ability to drive this vampire crazy with desire for me, that he needed to fuck with complete abandon because of me, turned me on too.

I drove my hands into his hair, tugging on the silky strands, moaning when with every surge of his hips I felt the broad head of his cock slam against my cervix, and his piercings graze inside me, rapidly pushing me towards yet another orgasm.

Lucian’s movements were becoming less co-ordinated. His thrusts no longer steady and I could tell his control was slipping. When I felt his lips nuzzle into my neck and the graze of his fangs over my sensitive skin, I braced myself, ready for the familiar pain, that was always immediately followed by pleasure.

As soon as he bit into me, I cried out. The pain turned to pleasure, and I screamed as another orgasm tore through me. Frantically my fingernails ripped over Lucian’s scalp as my body bucked and bowed under his. Suddenly he tensed before his whole body jerked and began to shudder violently. He thrust once more hard, so hard it was as if he was trying to climb inside me, his arms tightening around me, under me, holding me in a near punishingly strong grip as he came.

As he filled me, coming over and over, deep inside me, he fed from me, and I could do little more than moan beneath him, holding him as his orgasm consumed him.

Once he was done, he collapsed on top of me and lay there for a few moments, his body jerking and twitching from the force of his climax. Finally after several moments, he pulled out of me and I felt a flood of our combined release flow from me. Lucian’s eyes dropped between my legs, watching, a look of satisfaction on his beautiful face.  

When his eyes lifted to mine again, he smiled and suddenly tired, I could do little more than give him a sleepy smile back. I watched him raise his wrist to his mouth and bite down, tearing a chunk of flesh away. My eyes shot open at the sight of him sitting before me, his wrist gaping open, blood welling from the ugly wound. “What on earth….?” I started to ask but he held his wrist to my mouth.

“Come baby, drink from me. Do you remember? In the motel room when I made you drink from me? I need you to do that again. I’ve fed from you a few times so I want the wounds from my fangs to heal and you need more blood to fix what your father did to you. You have to be completely free of the injuries you sustained before you can go back to Mrs Appleby’s home.” He pressed his wrist more forcefully to my lips. “Please, drink from me; I need you to do this.”

Reluctantly I began to drink but his blood was so good, really good, addictive, and not needing to be asked again, I eagerly swallowed it until finally he pulled away from me, smearing blood over the wound to heal it. He’d just flopped down alongside of me on the bed when we heard a knock at the door.

Lucian groaned and I did too silently. I didn’t want to get up I just wanted to stay with him in this little ideal bubble we had. I didn’t want to face the real world, but it sounded like the real world had come to us if vampires could be classed as the real world anyway.

“Who is it?” He called and when the door started to swing open, I panicked and quickly grabbed the bed’s quilt, rolling it around me until it nearly formed a cocoon.

I heard Lucian’s muffled. “Fuck!” He shot upright but unlike me, he made no attempt to cover himself, just as his sire Fabian walked into the room.

Those pale all seeing, all knowing eyes of his took in the scene before him, and when I saw him smile and his nostrils flare, I knew that he knew exactly what we’d been doing. I blushed, turning bright red, it had to be bright red since it felt like my face was on fire, and I just wanted to crawl under the bed and hide.  

“I came to see what was keeping you son. You said you wouldn’t be long when you left to check on Arissa. It’s been two hours and you did not return.” His eyes shifted back and forth between us. “If you’re both finished what you were doing, perhaps you could join us? We have things to discuss before morning. Sirene is tired, we both are, and we still need to feed. Get dressed and meet me in the living room when you’re ready.” He walked back to the door to leave, turning just before he left the room. “You might want to try and be a little quieter next time. We could all hear you in the living room.” He smiled, his eyes alight with amusement when I gasped and turned an even brighter shade of red just before he closed the door behind him.