Vampire Legacy (Book 4 of the Dragon Heat series) (19 page)

She knelt down, and slowly leaned forward. His cock jumped again in anticipation. Just her timid, warm breath hovering over him made it weep.

Without another warning, she snaked her tongue out, bowed down, and licked him.

Oh, by the gates of fucking Hiad!

Petran ground his teeth, sweat trickled down his temple, but still he didn’t touch her.

“It’s salty,” she mumbled. Then licked him again. “And tangy.”

He growled in reply, that was all he could do.

Examining the stiff member in front of her as if it were a puzzle to be unmasked, she settled herself on her heels, and then held it up in front of her—with both hands.

Petran closed his eyes forcing himself to remember his vow to let her take her time. He then braced himself, because he knew whatever came next would test his resolve more than any war he had endured in his life.

He felt her luscious lips wrap around his cock, swallowing him whole, the tip touching the back of her throat, all the while her tongue grazed its length. Her earlier shyness had disappeared, making room for confident trials.

Petran’s control shattered into little pieces.

He let out a growl then clutched a handful of her hair. “Again, again,” he begged.

Natalia didn’t deny him. Over, and over she sucked him, her lips kneading the outside walls of his shaft, while her tongue moistened them, and her throat teased its tip. Petran felt the pressure building inside his gut, the dull ache becoming an unbearable throb in a desperate need for release. If she didn’t let him go, he would explode inside her mouth.

“Talia, stop,” he yelped, but it came out more like a grunt.

He pushed at her shoulders, trying to make her pull away but in a surprising show of maturity and experience, she slapped his hand away, and increased her tempo.

Merciful Apa Dobrý, what was she doing to him? “Talia, I can’t hold it any longer!”

“I want to see it,” she replied pulling out just enough for him to catch his breath. “I want to see you…do it.”

Even though she didn’t have the courage to say the word, she wanted to see him come. Holy Apa Dobrý.

Petran swallowed dry and inhaled a long breath. He was already really close, so when her lips wrapped around his cock once again resuming the back and forth movement, he exploded. His legs finally gave in with the power of the orgasm, which shook his entire body. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasuring made him moan as stars filled the backs of his eyes, and his juice poured into her mouth.

Mighty Soartas.

Chapter Twenty One

Oh, dear Gods! Talia had no idea it would be like this. She had imagined the intimacy of a couple to be so different. The books she and her friends at the boarding school had
borrowed
from the forbidden section of the library hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort. They had been very entertaining with graphic drawings of the male and female anatomy, and detailed explanations of what men needed to do in order to spurge their semen into a woman’s womb. One even had quite a few suggestions on positions the coupling could take place, but none had mentioned how fascinating it all could be. When Petran asked her to share this night with him, she knew exactly what he was asking for, and by the gods she had wanted it too, but she had been so afraid. The nuns at the boarding school had painted a horrible picture regarding the act of lovemaking—the woman was simply a vessel for the gods, she had no pleasure, and it was extremely painful and uncomfortable.

So far this experience with Petran had been anything but!

Perhaps seeing him naked, completely bare in front of her had reassured her in some strange way. He had let her take her time to get used to him. Seeing him, a powerful warrior and ruler, crumbling at her touch, had made her feel so…empowered. She felt in control, melting her childish fears away. Now, as he stood in front of her, still panting from his spurge, she realized she was no longer afraid. She was actually looking forward to doing it again.

“Now, it’s my turn,” Petran drawled regarding her from under his thick lashes. Butterflies danced in her stomach in expectation. He stood up in all his mighty nakedness and offered his hand to help her stand.

She took it but instead of up on her feet, he lifted her up into his arms. His hands caressed the back of her thighs as he walked to the large four-poster bed, laying her delicately on it.

“You have no idea how sensual you are, my sweet,” he whispered. A crooked smile played upon his lips as he watched her with a half-mast gaze. “You made me so happy, Talia, I want to return the favor in kind.”

A frown creased Talia’s brow. What could he possibly mean by that?

Memories of parts of the forbidden books came to her mind. One drawing depicted the man’s lips attached to the woman’s…sensitive parts, but it puzzled her how that could work.

Before she could ask him and clarify her questions, Petran cupped her neck and pulled her up into another scorching kiss. Oh, his mouth was magical. The way he massaged her neck when his tongue danced with hers made her insides melt, churn, twist, and burn at the same time. Cold air brushed her naked torso making her peaks pebble in heat and anticipation.

Petran pulled away from her lips and sat on the bed next to her, watching her. His green gaze devouring her body as he slowly pulled the camisole down her shoulders, letting it pool around her hips. Her breathing picked up pace, her heart keeping up in tempo. It was so intense, so penetrating.

She felt suddenly very self-conscious. Hillia’s words penetrated her mind uninvited—“How long do you believe it takes for him to get bored with a virgin?” She had no idea how long, but one thing she was sure of, his wife was much more beautiful than she was.

“Talia,” he whispered in her ear. “You are stunning. One of the most naturally beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” He brushed his thumb along her lower lip then repeated the action with his mouth. “The other ladies of the ton plaster themselves under layers of makeup and fancy garments. You don’t need any of that. You are breathtaking just the way you are.”

The unexpected declaration took Talia aback. She knew men used feathery praises to get what they wanted but his tone of voice, his heavy breathing, his intense gaze proved to her that he truly believed his words. And that gave her a renewed sense of comfort taking her desire to the next level.

He kissed her softly then painted a trail of heat down her neck with his mouth. His cold hand enveloped the base of her breast, massaging it softly.
Oh.
It drew lazy circles on her skin, starting wide then closing in, circling, narrower and narrower, until his fingers closed in on her nipple at the same time his mouth sucked her earlobe. Talia couldn’t contain the loud moan from escaping her lips. Her brain couldn’t register anything anymore. Petran was stirring so many new sensations in her she lost track of where they were and how forbidden it all was. A strange and yet delicious tingle settled between her legs, and when his mouth covered her other breast, it intensified tenfold. She arched her back and her knees slid further apart of their own accord.

“Do you like this, my sweet?” Petran whispered against her skin. “Do you like when I kiss you like this?”

“Yes,” Talia tried to say, but only a high-pitched groan came out.

“Do you want more?” He captured her nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Hard.

“Oh, gods, yes!” 

She had no idea what
more
would mean but she wanted it. What he was doing to her was so mindboggling, it made her stomach clench, her heart race, and that amazing tingle between her legs grow.

“Good,” he murmured, abandoning her sensitive breasts, and pulling her lips to his.

Talia let herself be engrossed in his expert mouth, and barely noticed how he was sliding her down the mattress.

“Lift your hips.”

She did, and gone was her gown. He paused, hovering above her.

“Oh,” she yelped, at the realization she was now completely naked in front of a man. Her cheeks burned with more nervousness than embarrassment, but the way Petran gawked at her from under long lashes, as if in awe and hungry at the same time, was electrifying.

“You are a goddess, Natalia…simply stunning,” he murmured.

Her breath caught in her throat
.

His hands brushed down her flat stomach, along her hips, sending sparkles down her legs. His touch was feather-like but it turned the tickle in her core into a low fire.

His fingers brushed past her dark curls and touched the most sensitive lips between her legs. “Oh, dear!” Talia yelped and jumped startled as a wave of pure heat rushed through her body like thunderbolt.
Mighty Soartas, what was that?

As if in reflex her legs shut close, and she blinked at Petran, panting, aching and utterly confused. “What did you do?”

He didn’t answer. “Do you trust me?”

She swallowed dry, then nodded.

“Then, relax and close your eyes.”

She blinked again. She didn’t know if she could go ahead with this.

“Talia, believe me, you will enjoy it,” he murmured, with a crooked smile lifting his patrician features.

She nodded again and closed her eyes. His cold hands delicately unfastened her knees, pulling them far apart. Talia’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest she thought the entire castle would hear it.

When she felt his moist lips touch her inner thigh, she jumped startled again but this time, Petran didn’t allow her to escape. He held her legs in place and swept his tongue along her core. Talia cried out not knowing if it was out of surprise or utter bliss. Nonetheless, he didn’t stop to give her time to collect herself. He sucked on her sex, licking it hard, lapping on a nub at the top she had no idea existed.

By Apa Dobrý, that was amazing!

When he repeated the movement over, and over again, Talia’s mind crashed. Her fears melted into an abyss of strange sensations she had never felt before. Her legs turned to jelly, but her hips started moving in time with Petran’s expert tongue. Her moans intensified as the ache in her core burned to infinite levels. Mighty Soartas, what was happening? She felt a finger penetrate her, and she thrust her hips high as a reflex. The burning sensation was spreading to her legs now, powerful waves of heat and pain. It was overwhelming, it was terrifying, but it was amazing. Petran slid a second finger inside her, stretching her, and then a third, moving them in and out, as his tongue sucked her hard and fast.

“Petran!” she cried out and felt something seemingly explode between her legs. The throbbing expanded making her muscles spasm. Petran held her tight as wave after wave of some sort of electric shock drained her of anything and everything she believed to be. Nothing mattered at that moment, just the incredible vibrations making her entire body convulse.

After a while they webbed down, and Talia collapsed back on the pillow, panting.

“Oh, Mighty Soartas,” she whimpered. “I never thought it would be like this.”

When he didn’t reply, she lifted her head, heavy from whatever had just happened to her, and gazed at him.

Her breath caught in her throat once again.

Petran was in all fours on top of her. His eyes sparkled bright red, his fangs now fully extended.

“Are you alright?” she choked out, pulling herself up on her elbows. 

“Sandalwood,” he groaned menacingly.

“What?”

“Your scent is honey and sandalwood.”

“Petran?”

At the sound of his name, he closed his eyes but his heavy breathing didn’t subside. “I must have you, Talia.”

She frowned. “Again?”

The stress in his features dissipated a bit when he opened his eyes and grinned. “No, my sweet, in a more complete manner this time.”

Oh, right,
that
manner.

Talia felt mesmerized by him, so enthralled by the sensations he had made her feel that she no longer cared about Kalaur and her reputation. She loved Petran. She had fallen completely for him and if she had to give her virginity to anyone, it should be to him.

She sat up straight and brushed the back of her fingers along his cheeks, just like he had done so many times to her. “Take me, your majesty,” she whispered. “I promised you one night, so do with me as you please.”

She closed the gap between them, kissing him tenderly.

“Oh, Talia,” he sighed against her lips and lay fully on top of her.

She closed her eyes and opened herself to him, letting Petran guide her back on the mattress. She was his, and his alone. His arms hooked the back of her knees, lifting them slightly. His engorged cock brushed against her sex, still moist from his lips. This time around, however, she didn’t jump startled, but welcomed the amazing sensation he was waking up in her body. He rocked against her for a few moments, his panting growing heavier by the second—or was it hers? Then, he cupped the back of her neck and slid his other hand underneath her hips.

Without warning, his thick cock penetrated her.

Talia cried out with the invasion.

This was so not pleasing! He stretched her, and it hurt her, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Petran, I…no, please, it hurts.” She placed her palms against his chest and pushed at him, wanting him to stop but he held her tight.

“The pain will soon pass, my sweet,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

No!
She battled against him, she wanted to escape the pain. She wanted what they had done before, not this.

“Talia, look at me,” he ordered.

She did.

“Breathe. Inhale. Take a deep breath.”

No, no!
Her brain screamed. How could she breathe with him hurting her this way?

“Talia, my love,” he whispered softer now. “Breath with me—inhale.”

Without having much choice, she complied. As his chest expanded, hers followed suit.

“Now, exhale.”

They inhaled and exhaled together for a while, and strangely enough, Talia felt the tightness succumb, the unpleasantness of having him inside her began to fade away.

“Now, take a deep breath for me, and exhale, slowly.”

She did, and he plunged in deeper.

A sharp pain froze her hips reverberating along her stomach and legs.
Oh, dear!
Talia struggled but once again, he held her tight, reminding her to breathe. It was so painful! He was now fully inside her, stretching her to the limit, but she wanted to do this for Petran. He had been so patient with her, so loving, that it felt wrong not to try. So, she did.

Inhaled, and exhaled.

Their movements slowly connected in a rhythm—inhaling and exhaling, in unison. At each intake of breath, he would pull out, and then push back in when she exhaled. Slowly, measured, consistent. Talia had no idea how he’d done it but after a moment, the pain had gone away and that delicious, now familiar, tingle in her core returned.

And that, she liked.

Very much.

She continued to breathe in and out with Petran, as he picked up the pace. Oh, Mighty Soartas, it was starting again. The heat, which consumed her earlier, the amazing throb, which made her legs turn to jelly was back. It was the same but different. It was tenfold.

The faster he thrust, the deeper he went, the higher she screamed.

“More, more,” she heard herself plea. “Oh, Petran, please!”

She didn’t know what she was begging him for, but she knew she wanted that bonfire burning between her legs to blind her once again. He groaned against her ear and drove in harder. In the mist of the heated craziness, she noticed something glisten against the moonlight. His fangs. They were fully elongated, and dripping.