"Mr De La Cruz, I am going to tell you the rules…."
Violet had no idea where she had gotten her courage from, and hoped it didn't fail her now. She could tell by the sudden stillness and tension of his body, as his eyes drilled into her own, that she had his undivided attention.
Walking towards him, the silken gown fluttered with her steps, causing her gown to slip further down on one side, finally exposing her breast to the night air and his hungry gaze. It was erotic to feel the silk caressing the underside of her breast as she walked, the insistent heat of her room only added to the heat of her skin.
She had no real plan, and had no idea what her rules where. She almost smiled to herself at the thought.
But she was sure that when he was out of those clothes her imagination or hormones would take over for her. She had no intention of having sex with Zacarias, not yet anyway. But she sure as hell was looking forward to teaching the Brazilian playboy a lesson.
What did she have to lose? Nothing she hadn't lost before and lived through.
She knew her smile was pure sin as she looked over the Adonis before her. There was no doubt the man had a body any woman in her right mind would beg for.
But not tonight.
This time he would be the one on his knees.
Running her finger up his chest, she could feel the heat of his skin through the black shirt. She stepped close enough for their bodies to nearly touch and was more than a little surprised that the heat of his body could still be felt between the distance.
She watched as he went to take a step forward to bring her body flush with his, to crush her dainty frame upon his masculine one. Slamming her hand hard into the muscles of his chest, she shook her head.
"No, De La Cruz. Stay where you are. Its my time to play"
She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palm, and felt her own beat in time with anticipation. She began to slowly flick the buttons from his shirt through the holes, exposing tantalizing views of tanned flesh smothered over formidable muscle. She wondered if his skin would taste as good as it looked. When the last button had been unfastened she rubbed her hand up the expanse of his chest. Feeling the defined ridges of his abs flex beneath her palm. She doubted there was even a pound of fat on this man's body. Slipping her hands over his shoulders, whilst hooking her thumbs around the collar of his shirt, she pulled the shirt down his arms. Her hands feeling the skin, as she rolled the shirt off, to puddle on the floor.
What was it about him that made her burn like this? It had gotten progressively worse, since that first dream – no – encountered at her hotel. She wondered if he felt the same. He must feel something for her or why sleep beside her every night for over 10 days.
She could feel his gaze upon her as she looked upon his exposed skin. Unable to resist the temptation she bent her head and licked up the center of his chest. She felt the air rush from his lungs, as a near constant groan echoed into the darkened room. She could feel the vibrations of his moan beneath her tongue and it caused an answering shiver to glide down her back. His taste made her head spin. The tantalizing salty sweet taste made her want to taste more.
She reached to the zipper of his trousers and gently unfastened them, the zip noise loud in the quiet room, the only other sound his heavy breathing.
He didn't wear anything beneath the trousers.
She dropped to her knees, first running her fingertip along the sensitive skin above his trousers, before brushing her lips there. She allowed him to feel the warmth of her breaths against his exposed erection, even though she didn't touch. She slowly lowered his trousers to the floor, careful to keep her hands from his throbbing hardness.
Good things come to those who wait she mused.
Returning to her full height, she slowly backed away from him, entering further into the shadows of the room, her hand rising to the last remaining little bow upon her shoulder.
Sensuously slowly she played with the little tie. Twirling the thread between her fingers, a gentle tug here and there. His dark eyes riveted to her fingers playing. She was pretty sure he growled at her, when she pretended to pull the tie free, but instead continued to play. When he made a step to approach her she slammed her hand out, as if to say stop, he did instantly. Although she had to stifle a evil laugh when his hands clenched into fists by his sides.
Not nice is it, to be turned on and unable to reciprocate?
She had remembered the burning desire she had felt to touch the body flexing over her as he reached for ice, but for some reason being unable.
With that thought in mind she finally pulled the tie free, the gown fluttered to the ground, stopping momentarily to flow over the tips of her breasts and flare of her hips, before settling finally around her ankles. She heard him hiss in a breath between his teeth. And stifled the urge to smile at her achievement.
Tilting her head to the side, she stared up at him from beneath her lashes.
"Do you want to touch me Zacarias?"
Did he want to touch her? Right now he couldn't hear anything over his blood pounding, and his aching body, demanding relief. The sight of her naked body highlighted by moonlight, whilst he could hear the blood pounding beneath her pale skin was almost more than he could stand.
He knew how much regaining control meant to her, he was suppressing his very nature by allowing her to take the reins, but if she didn't stop with her breathless questions and sexy smiles he was going to back her into that wall and take her mercilessly.
He could smell her arousal. Could see the fantasies swirling through her mind. He wanted to touch her so badly, but he knew that his control wouldn't last. One tiny caress of that gorgeous flesh would unleash his desires full forced.
When she had knelt before him and he had felt her breaths against his shaft, it was all he could do to keep his hands from keeping her down there. Just the idea of her rosy mouth anywhere near his groin made him even harder, hotter and yearning.
He looked straight at the little witch of his, he allowed her to see the full force of his desire for her, and the cocky confidence that he would make her pay for this later. He even managed a smile, a predatory curl of his lips to show her his confidence.
She may have him at her mercy for the moment, but he would have her at his soon.
It was only a matter of time.
She was silently shocked by the smile he gave her from across the room. The burning passion visible in his eyes told her the answer to her previous question.
Feeling more bold from the evidence of his arousal she decided to push him a little bit more.
"Where would you like to touch me, Zacarias?"
Walking towards him to stand more fully in the light she trailed her hand down her throat and saw the way he shuddered. He liked that? She rubbed gently up her throat again, a gentle caress. "Do you want to touch me here?"
He didn't answer, but she almost thought she saw flames burning deep within his eyes, over the burning passion.
Allowing her hand to drop further down her skin, she cupped her breast in her hand, fingers spayed, allowing him to glimpse the hard pink nipple beneath. Moving her other hand up her side, around the flare of her hips, she flicked her thumb across the hard peak of her other breast. She could see him growing even harder at the sight of her touching herself.
"Perhaps here?"
She kept her voice as innocent and inquisitive as she could make it, although her arousal was making her voice begin to tremble. Walking closer to him, she slowly dropped one of her hands down her belly, using her fingertip of her index finger to circle her navel. The light touch even with her own hand, caused her to shiver. She watched as his fists became almost white, as she stroked further down her belly before pushing her finger down between her legs. She heard the groan he gave into the night, as his eyes locked on her hand nestled between her pale thighs. Her hand still spayed over her breast.
"What would you give to touch me here Zacarias?"
What would he give?
It had been merciless to touch herself before him.
Where his self control came from he had no idea. Two thousands years of desire was coursing through his veins.
He dropped to his knees before her.
He watched as her hand flexed between her thighs, showing him she was pleasuring herself before him.
God, he was so hot! So hard.
He wanted to drop his head and try to catch his breaths, but couldn't take his eyes from her hand nestled within dark curls.
What he would give to replace her small hand with his own, or even better, wrap those trembling thighs around his shoulders and replace her fingers with his tongue. He moaned at the thought. His hand went to his shaft, he had never been his hard. He wanted nothing more than to sink into the haven of her soft flesh. He encased himself in his palm and run his hand up his length, never removing his eyes from her hand. He watched her head tilt back as her orgasm built.
Releasing himself, he materialized before her, sinking his teeth deep into her exposed throat.
No longer able to hold himself back from the enticement.
He could taste the adrenaline and arousal lacing her sweet blood.
The feel of her naked body, shuddering in ecstasy against his was what he had waited for since he meet her. He wished he could be inside her, feeling her surround him as her blood flowed over his senses. He moaned against her throat at the thought.
Drinking deeply he couldn't get enough of her taste. Nothing had ever tasted better or sated his hunger like she could. Although the little witch had thought up a way of heightening another hunger.
He felt her heart flutter and realized he had taken too much blood. Reluctantly pulling his teeth from her throat he flicked his tongue in a slow caress to heal the wound. He cradled her in his arms as she moaned gently. He gave her enough of his blood for an exchange and to replace the blood he had taken. Lying her pale perfection upon the cool sheets, he lowered the temperature of her body so she could sleep more peacefully before he set about making preparations for when she awoke.
Violet woke and smelt not only his raw, masculine scent but the sweet smell of fresh flowers.
Allowing her eyes to flutter open she saw the rose petals strewn over her body and her bed. She smiled as she picked up a handful and held them to her face to inhale their sweet scent. What had happened last night? She couldn't remember much beyond him appearing before her and kissing her throat. Did he leave straight after? She guessed he had. Rolling onto her back she twirled a rose petal between her fingers and wondered if Zacarias had learnt a lesson? And if so would he reciprocate?
She bit her lip as she imagined possible punishments for her actions last night.
Determined that only at night would she allow her fantasies to be revealed she planned to dress for work and confront the De La Cruz brothers on her broken fan...
