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Some love last a life, some others even another realms…,
love its impossible to avoid, its powerful and wild…
and sometimes you have to work to get it…
even get tamed
Chapter One. *** First step first ***
In a sea of elegantly dressed beautiful people, the young master Vegeta no Ouji had eyes for only one woman. He sipped his drink, unable to take his gaze off Bulma Lavender Brief. Brooding, he studied the curve of her hip, the graceful arch of her neck. He followed the luxurious fall of her turquoise hair down the length of her spine. Every smile, every pout of her lush, kissable lips, was designed to bring him to his knees.
From across the room she turned and caught his stare. He didn't bother to avert his eyes. What's the use? The air between them sizzled. His body began to respond. His ears buzzed. He ceased to hear the music and the lively party conversation that surrounded him. Everything else faded in the background when she boldly cocked her head and raised her brows. He allowed himself a small smile and shrugged. The ball's in your court. The luscious red-painted lips parted and exposed even white teeth.
Even from this distance he was blindsided by the power of her smile. His blood simmered, but his hooded eyes hid the answering heat she ignited. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. What's your next move, Bulma? He didn't have to wait long, watching intently as she glided through the crowd. Vegeta smiled wryly. Temptation was walking towards him wearing a short silk dress that flaunted shapely legs and four-inch stiletto heels that encased narrow, sexy feet. If he had one weakness, it was her, but it wouldn't do to let her know that. It would give her too much of an advantage. He shifted and gripped his drink firmly when she came to a halt in front of him.
"Vegeta Ouji." He took a deep breath. Her voice was sinful, like the rest of her. It reminded him of dark nights and long hours of torrid sex. Bulma looked up at him through her long, sooty lashes. "You're not having a good time?" "Why do you say that?" He smelled her scent, subtle and light. It teased his senses. Made him want to nuzzle that soft spot at the base of her throat and seek out the secret places she misted with perfume.
Her shoulders moved in a careless shrug. "You're hiding in this corner. It's not like you to hide." "Who says I'm hiding?" He shot her a lazy smile. "I'm enjoying the view." The dress she was wearing was enough to make a man sit up and take notice. It was bold red—silky—and draped over her in a way that fired one's imagination. It certainly fired his. Those lush red lips curved. "No date tonight?" The smooth line of her throat drew his gaze, before it slipped lower to her shadowed cleavage. He itched to pull her bodice down and see what was artfully hidden underneath the elegant silk dress.
"Keeping tabs on me, Bulma?" Her full lips kissed the crystal wine goblet she held as she sipped her drink. They glistened damply in a siren's smile. A pang of envy consumed him. He wanted to know her taste, wanted to run his tongue over her lips and dampen them himself. Bulma tilted her head. "Maybe like me, you're ready for something new." His body clenched at her words, followed by a flash of irritation. He was getting damn tired of this cat-and-mouse game. He frowned and threw her a dark look.
"What do you want?" She just grinned and took his glass, placing it on a nearby table along with hers. To his surprise, she pulled him out to the dance floor and glided into his arms. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled her closer and gripped her hips as she swayed sinuously to the slow, jazzy music. It felt good to hold her. The soft brush of her body against his only whetted his appetite.
Soon he was steeped in her scent and lost in the feel of her voluptuous curves. He boldly smoothed a hand over her rounded buttocks. No panty line. What the hell did she have on underneath? Somehow they ended up in a secluded corner, hidden by a couple of huge potted plants.
A soft hand came up to touch his face. "Kiss me." He held her steady when she shifted closer to him. Unbelievable. In the middle of his mother's party, in a crowded ballroom, he was sporting a raging hard-on. What's worse, the little minx knew it. Her sexy pouting smile told him so. "You're asking for trouble." None too gently, he put her from him and headed for the French doors.
Once outside, he pulled air into his parched lungs. Seeking solitude, he stalked around the length of the swimming pool to a shadowed corner of the backyard. He jammed his hands deep into his pockets and surveyed the pale reflection of the moonlight on the tranquil water. The cool evening quickly enveloped him in its embrace.
The heady smell of late-blooming flowers was redolent in the thick night air. Perfect for seduction. If he was a superstitious man, he would think nature was conspiring to aid in his downfall. A great shuddering breath squeezed from his lungs. He'd wanted Bulma for years—but she was untouchable, forbidden. It was an implicit rule—don't sleep with your sister's best friend, goku will puch out the life out of him ifhe knew.
Tonight was different. Tonight he was feeling none of the usual reticence. Tonight he wanted to take. He was on the verge of falling headlong into her willing arms. I'm sick of walking around with a fucking hard-on. "Are you afraid that once you kiss me you won't be able to stop?" Bulma's soft voice floated into the silence, heavy with challenge. He'd been so lost in thought he hadn't even heard her approach. He slowly turned to face her.
"You're playing with fire." She brushed against him, igniting the flames. "Play with me, Vegeta. Let's burn together." She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He cursed softly. He was no more able to stop himself from curving around the plump mound, than from brushing the turgid tip that pushed insistently against her silk dress.
"Go, Bulma." She lifted her chin. "Why won't you admit you want me, too?" "Take my advice. Leave me," he repeated in a strangled voice. She stepped closer, trapping his hand between them. "You're a fraud, Vegeta. How many times have I caught you looking at me when you thought I didn't notice? Just tonight you couldn't take your eyes off me." He clenched his jaw tight and didn't answer. Bulma reached up and gave him an open mouthed kiss.
He held himself rigid, but could only do it for a few seconds before he allowed his lips to soften against hers. The kiss was slow and full of heat. With her tongue, she skillfully drew him into an erotic dueling game that knocked him off his feet. He was dazed when it ended. Her sweet breath fanned gently against his lips. "It's only fair to warn you. I don't give up easily." She turned and sashayed the few feet to the pool house. He followed her with his gaze as she opened the door and quietly shut it behind her.
Moments later, lights came on in the bungalow and cast distorted shadows on the swimming pool. His fists clenched. He couldn't go on like this much longer. He needed to take care of this simmering attraction between them. Simmering? It was a fucking furnace, ready to explode. She was one hell of a package, sexy as all get out and not afraid to show it. His eyes locked on the closed door. What am I going to do with you, Bulma? But deep down inside, he was afraid it was a foregone conclusion.
He was a goner, ready to succumb and lose himself in her delicious body. He froze as the door opened once again. The evening temperature instantly rose several degrees as she appeared on the threshold. One shapely leg was propped up on an antique chair. Ensnared, knowing he shouldn't, but unable to stop himself, he watched eagerly as she rolled down her thigh-high stocking. He greedily devoured every inch of skin she revealed. The other stocking followed the first.
He drew in a shaky breath. Any minute now, somebody was going to come out of the French doors and witness her little striptease. The words he was about to say stuck in his throat when she lowered her dress and pushed it down her hips. His tongue wedged to the roof of his mouth and he couldn't look away as she shimmied seductively out of it. His teeth snapped together at the sight of her bare breasts.
They were more beautiful than he'd imagined, lush and full, tipped with dusky pink areolas. He could only stare as she bent and discarded the flimsy thong she wore. Bulma straightened. Her fingertip brushed against her nipple before coasting down her smooth belly. "I want you here," her fingers disappeared between plump pussy lips, "deep inside me. I want you to fuck me, Vegeta. I'm not afraid to admit it." Her gaze drifted down his front, where his eager cock pushed against his pants unashamedly.
"I know you want me, too. What are you going to do about it?" she asked, her voice low and husky. She walked away, leaving the door open in blatant invitation. Vegeta swallowed thickly. Goddammit. Once he accepted her challenge, nothing was going to be the same. But he was only a man—and he'd just reached the point of no return. He stepped towards the pool house. He was ready to fall.
Bulma trembled in front of the dresser mirror. Her heart thudded nervously. She'd never stripped to seduce a man before. Would it work? The door behind her closed firmly. Her heart leapt to her throat as Vegeta appeared behind her. An air of recklessness surrounded him—he looked dangerous. Sharp tension filled the air. Her eyes met his in the mirror. "Did you enjoy the show?" He gave a short, strained laugh as he came closer. "The little striptease? I would have to be made of stone not to enjoy it." He bent and kissed the soft spot where her shoulder and neck met.
"What am I going to do with you?" She'd waited so long for this, there was no backing out now. She turned and faced him, expelling a trembling breath. "Whatever you want." He rubbed against her and shook his head. "You're too used to men worshiping at your feet." She arched to his touch. A thousand needles of sensation struck her all at once, sucking her breath away. "I've wanted you for a long time, Vegeta." He licked the soft shell of her ear. "I know." "You want me, too." In a bold move, she took his hand and placed it within the moist folds of her pussy. Her frustration mounted when he kept stubbornly still.
"You're too used to calling the shots when it comes to men." Her breath came out shaky. "What's that got to do with us?" Bulma pushed his coat off his broad shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The buttons on his snowy white dress shirt were no match for her determined fingers. Soon, the two sides of his shirt gaped open. Her gaze was frankly admiring as she took in the rippled muscles of his torso. His body was strong enough to melt any woman's defenses.
He screamed sex, sex, sex. And boy, she wanted lots of it with him. She slid her hand down his washboard abs to dip briefly in his navel before following the hair that arrowed down and disappeared into his pants. His muscles contracted under her light touch. She loosened his belt buckle, at the same time standing on tiptoe to fasten her lips to his neck.
"Bulma" he growled warningly. It was too late to stop. With the button and zipper undone, she pushed the trousers down his thighs. She breathed deeply before she dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled out his heavily engorged cock. Her mouth went dry. He was thick and long with a broad mushroom-shaped head. "I need to taste you." He closed his eyes in surrender. A deep thrill slithered down her spine and converged on her pussy. She tongued him quickly, briefly. The thick head of his cock nudged her lips.
"Lick it, Bulma." One slow flick of her tongue tore a muted groan from him. She licked around and around, relaxed and unhurried. He gritted his teeth. "Suck all of it. No more teasing." Excitement wound through her bloodstream at his growled order. His voice was raspy, his breathing rough and uneven. Her lips covered the wide head, enveloping him in her mouth. Her tongue stroked and licked and teased. The hungry, choked moan he uttered brought fresh moisture to her pussy. She sucked him slow and deep, lingering over every lick and tight, wet suction.
He was delicious. Her hand came up and cupped his testicles, the skin tightening under her light grip. The feel of the baby-soft skin in contrast to the tensile strength of his body tore at her control. Her pulse raced madly. There were so many things she wanted to do to bring him pleasure. Only with Vegeta did she feel this out of control, this eager to please. The harsh groan he expelled was music to her ears. She looked up, noting the tight lines of strain around his beautiful lips and felt the powerful tremor that rocked him. A heady feeling of triumph filled her.
"You're gonna make me come," he warned gutturally. "Hmm." She stretched her lips over him and started all over again, going deeper and faster, intensifying her caresses. "Damn it, Bulma," he moaned desperately before surrendering. All the warning she got was a grunt a mere second before he blasted deep in her mouth. She worked her throat as she enthusiastically swallowed. She gradually relaxed as she licked up the last drop, briefly dipping to lovingly kiss the tight testicles cupped in her palm.
He pulled her up and buried his face in her hair. "God, you're incredible." She rubbed her breasts against the soft hair on his chest, her nipples puckering tightly. She couldn't stop touching him, running her lips down his neck, his throat, back up to his ear. "I want to taste every inch of you." He swooped down and took her mouth in a blazingly hot kiss.
Her eyes drifted closed as she clung to him and willingly went along for the ride. He touched her everywhere. She moaned and shuddered. His fingertips feathered down her front and encircled her breasts, going around and around in ever smaller circles until they surrounded the taut tips. Bulma arched her back and whimpered a protest. He uttered a strained laugh before he obliged her by brushing against her nipples. It wasn't enough.
Her next breath was taken from her as he pulled and squeezed and sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. "But I don't think I'll be able to wait that long," he muttered thickly. "Vegeta," she moaned. His hand slid down the slight swell of her belly before finding the smooth skin of her pussy. He delved into the moist folds and honed in on her clit. A feverish shiver overtook her, her world rocked and trembled.
She was as weak as a baby in his arms, parting her legs wider at his muttered order. It didn't take long for her to come—she was too aroused for that. With a soft cry, she exploded in absolute rapture. Vegeta rode out her orgasm, fingers still deep in her body, pulling the last tremor from the very depths of her being. After the dizzying ride was over, she clung to him weakly. He kissed her softly before putting her gently from him and righting his clothes. "Be at my place tomorrow night at seven." He pressed another brief, hard kiss on her parted lips before walking out the way he came in.
Bulma slumped on the chair. That was it? Seething with frustration, she stared at the closed door. The night was supposed to end differently. Visions of sweat-slicked bodies writhing on tangled sheets filled her mind. That was how she wanted to spend the night with Vegeta. The taste she'd had of him was all too brief. She wanted more. A whole lot more. She needed to fuck him. Tomorrow night couldn't come soon enough.
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