...She look so kissable,
her chest rising and falling frantically with her desire, her lips near swollen from his rough kiss.
He wanted more...
Chapter Four
He had flown.
Flew through the air.
Up through the trees.
Nya's mind was still working hard to understand that fact, when he had lit candles somehow.
She feared him, she had known he was something other than human, but to know, for a fact, was terrifying.
She wanted to know more, and yet didn't. She wasn't sure how much her mind could take, but as usual her curiosity would get the better of sanity and force her to ask some questions.
She couldn't describe or understand her physical response to him, it had never happened to her before, so strongly.
Ever since she had seen him in the bar, she had felt such desire slam into, and through her body. Feeling his response to her nails digging into his shoulders, made her realize she wasn't the only one to feel desire for the other.
Maybe that was the explanation for his early rage; he didn't like to think of her with another man?
She had been so shocked by his earlier actions, she hadn't felt his hand remove her bra slowly, until she had heard it unclip at the back and had been tuned into his actions, finally.
But the look in his eyes had stopped her shouting at him, stopped her struggling to get free of his touch.
He looked haunted.
Almost desperate for this.
His dark eyes were unwavering from her breasts, and when he saw her for the first time, the desire that had burnt in his eyes, as well as a silent appreciation, heated her blood. She thought it was like he was thanking her for the sight.
His eyes focused on her nipple and watched entranced as it tighten beneath his gaze.
Nya found her reactions strange.
Many men had looked upon her naked body and yet his eyes on her made her real aroused to a pitched degree. She almost felt like begging him to touch her, to lick where he stared, but again she got the feeling he was appreciating the moment and leaving it for later.
Saving her from the humiliation of begging a stranger to touch her, she was lowered into the warm pool.
The bubbles in the pool burst around her. Sizzling over her skin, soothing away her aches and cuts. The small cuts on her legs from the fall, stung momentarily before they began to heal under the assault of warm bubbles.
She couldn't help moaning, her eyes slipping closed as the pleasure of the pool rushed over her body. Her worries and fears where momentarily ignored as she sunk deeper into the crystal clear pool and just indulged in its warmth.
She allowed her head to tilt back to the cavern floor, her hair spilling back over the ground as she floated in the bubbles. This was like being in a Jacuzzi, and she had never been in one of them before, only looked longing at one from afar.
She let out a sigh of relief and pleasure and allowed some of the tension to leave her body. If there was something Nya believed in, it was that you should enjoy every minute, and right now nothing would give her more pleasure than to lie back and floated on a sea of warmth.
Nicholas looked down upon Nya in the water. She looked like she was experiencing heaven, her eyes closed, her head tilted back as she sighed. He wished he could say his thoughts where on her healing, but the truth was the pool was clear, and the only thing marring his vision slightly was the bubbles.
But it was dark in the cave so she couldn't know he was staring.
Her body was floating, bubbles burst on her skin, the heat of the water causing steam to rise up from her body.
He needed to distract himself from the beauty of her body or he was going to jump into the water with her. He backed further into the shadows of the cave and lit some more candles to illuminate the pool, so she could see some of the cave, but more importantly so she would know he could see her. His back reached the cool, solid stone of the cave before he spoke.
Is the water healing you, Nya?
He sent the question, he already knew the answer to, into her mind as he doubted she would be paying attention to her surroundings. He watched her eye lashes flicker, as if they may open, before resting back against her cheeks.
He smiled at the gesture, he liked that she was more relaxed in his company, or perhaps she just no longer cared.
He ached to go into her memories and discover more about her, he had discovered the bare essentials he had needed to know, but daren't go deeper.
He feared discovering her with many men, he knew the beast within him was only momentarily leashed, he had been too close to turning when he had found her to risk agitating the beast further.
He was holding onto his sanity and civility by a small thread of control. He hoped it would last until she allowed him to claim her fully. He had already spoken the claiming words, binding their souls and hearts now he had to work on claiming her body.
"They stung for a while" Her head turned to the side, resting her cheek against the cooler floor "They don't sting anymore"
Her voice was dreamy and pierced his control. He bunched his fist together and closed his eyes.
Watching her naked body before him was bad enough, speaking with a breathless ache was devastating.
He made a small groan into the darkness.
Maybe speaking with each other was a bad idea he decided.
"What is your name?"
His eyes snapped open at her question, he found her sitting up in the water looking towards him. Green eyes flashing in the chamber.
He couldn't reply straight away, his body was making desperate demands and the sight of her naked, sitting before him with water flowing down over her was killing him. He allowed his flaming gaze to feather over her body, exposed to him, before he answered.
"Nicholas De La Cruz"
He watched as her jaw dropped, her eyes went wide with surprise. He guessed she had heard of him.
He watched her gulp for air before asking her next question, her face beginning to get paler and paler.
"How old are you?"
Her voice was a mere whisper of sound but he heard it just the same. He couldn't lie to his lifemate and was undecided about answering the full truth this soon.
"Very old"
It was the truth he just wasn't being specific, he was beginning to get concerned by the pallor of her skin, she took another gulp of air and he frowned. Was she ok?
"How old is very old?"
"One thousand, eight hundred and twenty seven"
She stood up within the water, exposing herself fully to his gaze, he kept his eyes locked on hers, although he saw her whole body in his mind, his whole body tightened till he began to feel difficultly breathing.
She looked sickened instead of fearful or confused as he would have predicted, but then he had already decided there where many things about Nya that where unpredictable.
She rose up to her full height in the pool, steaming water cascaded down her golden skin, heat shimmered as she climbed out of the pool before scooping up her bra, fastening it quickly, as she looked around the cave for the exit, he presumed. He walked around the outside of the wall, his eyes never leaving her face.
He was curious, she had been concerned after hearing his name, not specifically his age.
"What's wrong Nya?"
He kept his voice gentle and concerned as to not frighten her more, the beast was awake at the fear he tasted at her leaving him. He followed her movements in the shadows.
She turned to him with finality in her eyes.
"You're a danger to me arent you?"
He couldn't help his eyebrow shooting up, of all the things she could have accused him of, being capable of harming her was absurd. He had never hurt a woman. Ever.
"Never"
His voice was full of honesty as he stared her down across the cave. He watched her give a nervous laugh. "I bet you say that to all the girls"
He read her mind, knew she meant it as a small joke to break the tension, but unfortunatley in his state,it only ingnited his fury. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists at her comment.
He wasnt the one talking to others. He closed his eyes tight at the unwanted thought of her with another man entered his thoughts. He was rapidly losing his control.
He had waited too long to find her. Too long to maintain control.
Blood pounded loud in his ears, an unrecognisable voice within his mind whispered to him of what she was accusing him of.
He didnt like that side of him taking hold, didnt like paying attention to the beasts whisperings, but it was so hard not to listen.
She was accusing him of spending time with other women, when she was the one to dance for other men, sleeping with other men. His hands where once more fists as his incisors pierced through his gums at his anger.
He tilted his head down to gain control, and when it lifted, his eyes where no longer dark, they where red, anger filled and begging for blood.
How dare she accuse him!
He knew he was being irrational, the man inside him, who was forever practical, was fighting against the beast, explaining, coercing him back under control, but was failing.
He could no longer think rationally, she had accused him of betraying her! Something he had never done! Or would ever do!
His mind begged for him to convince her, ask her questions, discover her reasons for thinking he would ever harm her, but he could no longer hear the pleas over his blood pounding.
His voice was more a growl than speech as he tried to ignore his rage at being accused.
"Explain" Was all he could rumble out, as he stalked her across the cavern, sticking mainly to the shadows as he devoured her with his flaming eyes. He watched her look around her, and almost wanted to dare her to run, a deep, primal growl rumbled from his chest at the thought of chasing her down.
"My mother is from this area originally, she said she met you once when she was pregnant and you and your brothers threatened us"
She turned away from him, her hands pressed tightly against her face.
He saw the image of her mother in her mind, not as a young woman but as the alcoholic she had become now. He didn't recognize the woman in the image, but it was a long time ago.
Perhaps she was one of the woman they had feed off of, it was the only explanation to how they would know her. But there was no way any carpathian man would ever threaten a pregnant woman and her baby. If she had been pregnant,none of his brothers would have touched her anyway, even for blood.
"You think I threatened your mother?"
It was more of a statement than a question, but he was interested in hearing her response and yet at the same time fearful of the beast when she confirmed his fears. Her large green eyes turned to face him, finally, before they spoke.
"I don't know what to believe. She told me you would kill us, but- " She sighed and bit on her bottom lip, too many times her mother had lied to her, too many times she had told Nya what she wanted to hear, and every time her actions proved her wrong "She said a lot of things over the years".
She crossed her arms over her chest and bent her head with humiliation.
She felt physically sick with fear and confusion. If this man was the monster her mother had portrayed him as, why was she so attracted to him?
She was so busy worrying she forgot to keep an eye on her attacker.
He materialized before her so fast she gasped moments before she was crushed between the formidable muscle of his chest and cold stone of the cave. They where now fully in the shadows of the cave, she couldn't see him even though he was mere inches from her face, her feet where off the ground as she was fully pinned chest to chest.
Every breath they took could be felt adding pressure to how tightly embrace they where. She could feel his warm breath over her face and trembled unexpectedly.
I have never hurt a woman, Nya.
His breaths where feathering over her lips making her ache. She had been caught off guard by his name, and then when he had told her some insane age she had been so fearful he was the man from years ago who had forced them away from their homeland. Sickened and fearful.
I would never hurt you, Nya.
She closed her eyes and hoped she could believe that.
She hoped his words where true, it was a bad naïve habit of hers, to assume people tell her the truth. as she always speaks the truth to them, experience had taught her more than once that that was a lie.
I have never touched a woman...
His words sent a shiver down her back as well as warning bell in her mind.
A man looking this edible, a virgin?
She felt like laughing at his statement, there was just no way. She had heard the rumors of the five playboys.
She closed her eyes and felt his heart beat against her breasts. So strong and forceful it pounded to match her own.
Accuse me of being a monster. A killer. But never accuse me of betraying or hurting you, picolla.
With every insult he named himself, his arms seemed to bulge with previously hidden malice, flexing more tightly against her own until her spine was hurting against the rocks, her bottom nearly getting bruised under the strength of his hold.
She believed him, and that hurt.
She knew she had no reason to trust her mother anymore, but it still hurt to be reminded. Reminded that she was alone, there was no one she could trust.
She believed this stranger, who had attacked and kidnapped her, over her own flesh and blood and that made her feel… it was so hard to describe. She felt bad. As if she was a bad person. For not trusting her own mother.
But unfortunately she had learned long ago that trust needed to be earned once broken, even for family.
She couldn't help the tear from falling at the pain of having been a failure as a daughter.
She had seen her mums alcohol dependency grow. And had been unable to stop it or help.
At five, tucking mummy into bed was common place, she just imagined other little girls would do it without the vomit, urine and wouldn't be placing them in the recovery position on the floor where she had collapsed.
She shuddered and placed her face tight against Nicholas shoulder as her body was wracked with sobs. It was one of the reason she always told the truth, lies had done nothing but break her family up.
Her wet body was pressed tight against his own as she shuddered with her tears.
Each tear drop seemed to be like an extra bar onto his cage of control, finally locking the beast back to allow the man to think clearly.
He loosened his crushing grip on her noticing for the first time she was hurting a little from his aggressive hold. He didn't however loosen his grip on her body, if anything he tightened it, as he crushed her to his chest, and to his heart.
Her tears where freely flowing now, drops fell down his neck and he felt his chest tighten once more at the feel of them.
He looked into her mind and caught onto the memories and thoughts, she felt like a failure, a bad person. He however could see nothing but a victim.
She was only a child in most of the memories and Nicholas' opinion of her mother was rapidly decreasing.
Not only had this woman lied to her own daughter, making her fear him unnecessarily, she had also caused her substantial mental distress. He cradled her head to his chest and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. He had been consumed with anger before but finally he allowed it to slide away.
Moments passed as she wept upon his shoulder, before her body shuddering close to his began to register.
He could feel her entire body imprinted against his own.
She was so upset he wanted to comfort her. Wanted to show her she wasn't alone, that she had someone to trust in now.
He was going to have to look through her memories more deeply at another time, but he knew nothing he could see would make him feel less for her.
Nya was so unused to the comforting gesture of a hug, she clung to Nicholas long after her tears had dissipated. His body felt so secure and safe, and although she had no idea why she felt that way, she craved the feel of it.
She wanted to be safe with someone.
Even though choosing someone who had kidnapped you, was probably an unwise decision, but after everything she wasn't going to ignore her feelings.
Her instincts where all she had left now, and they where screaming for her to touch him.
The thick, golden tanned column of his throat was so close to her lips she could almost taste his skin.
His scent was addictive, she couldn't help moving closer to breath it in, taking it deep into her body before having her first taste of his skin.
Nicholas head craned back, eyes closed as a moan erupted from his chest at the feel of her tongue lapping at his throat.
His pulse beating madly against her searching mouth as he caressed her bare back with his thumb.
It was such an unexpected touch she was granting him, he was unable to think clearly.
He lifted his hand to cradle her to him as she tasted his skin.
He turned her head, kissing along her jaw in search of her waiting mouth.
He wanted his first kiss. His first taste of her.
He found her soft lips and groaned at the first contact, he had never expected them to be so giving, easily opening to him.
He crushed her to the wall behind them and ravaged her mouth, allowing his tongue to delve inside and taste the silken interior.
He moaned into the kiss and shuddered as she moaned back, her own tongue lapping upon his, stole his breath.
He tightened his hold, crushed her hips against his own, as he pressed his erection tightly against her. Unable to stop grinding against her due to the feel of her tongue inside his mouth.
One of her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, bringing her lace covered sex close to his body.
He felt so unlike himself, one minute he was the man he had always been, practical and in control of his body, the next, he was nothing but the beast within, wanting to claim, make her submit to him and him alone.
He once more pinned her to the cool stone wall, her feet off the ground, as he allowed his senses to be overloaded by her sweet taste.
He broke away to allow his predatory gaze to sweep her body wrapped around his. So lush. So his.
He grinned sinfully at her red lips, parted and panting from his kiss. She look so kissable, her chest rising and falling frantically with her desire, her lips near swollen from his rough kiss.
He wanted more.
He bent his dark head to the invitation of her nipple. He rubbed his beard shadowed jaw over the pink peak, delighting in the softness of her breast against his rough skin. Her cry into the darkness made him yearn to please her more.
He wanted to show her pleasure.
He wanted to claim her so well, wanted to take her to the place where the pleasure was too much, and all she could see, hear and taste was him. No one else.
He brought his mouth down and began licking at the aching peak, he moaned at the contact. He rolled it on his tongue before sucking deeply into the warm cavern of his mouth, craving the moans and whimpers Nya gave into the dark.
More, he need more.
Craved it.
He lifted his head to laver attention to the other nipple. Loving the way her hands gripped his hair, crushing the strands to drag him closer before lifting her leg to drape around his hips.
He grasped her thigh, squeezing it tightly in his palm.
He broke away from the enticement of her breast as he massaged her thigh. She kissed along his chest and shoulders, and he closed his eyes at the feel of her lips on his skin.
He dropped to his knees before her. She was still pressed against the rock.
Her wet hair draped down her chest. He fingered a strand, before he flicked it over the peaks he had tormented and left them laying there to drop water droplets down her body.
He placed his hot palms either side of her hips he stared up at her.
"Let me bring you pleasure, Nya."
Lifting her thigh over his shoulder he placed the other foot on the ground, steadying her,as he pushed her lace panties to the side, so he got his first proper look at her. He moaned at the sight of her, bared before him.
He could smell her scent and the glistening wetness he could see, was a sinful temptation.
"Let me take away your pain, picolla."
His licked his lips in anticipation of what he wanted to do to her, as he caressed her thigh on his shoulder, kissing slowly up her inner thigh as he moved slowly towards her sex.
I would never hurt you...
Her hands on his hair where impatient, trying to drag him closer. Her pleas in her mind driving him insane.
He ignored her impatient cries as he lathered attention to her thighs. He quickly learned he could make her shudder uncontrollable by blowing his warm breath over her sex whilst he kissed up her thigh. She bucked her hips and he grinned against her sensitive skin.
Her skin her was so soft he took his time learning its velvet texture.
He could feel her pulse beating through her thigh, and it made another hunger rush to the forefront.
He wanted to taste her blood.
But even more than that, he wanted to taste her.
He gave one more kiss to her thigh before he turned, and touched her with his fingertip.
A light touch along her bared sex.
He moaned as she bucked for more, she was so warm and wet.
Her sweet arousal coating his finger as he discovered her body.
He slowly pressed into her body, gritted his teeth at the tight heat he found.
He felt like he might come right at that moment.
Too much. Her body was so sinful and he couldn't get enough.
Every inch he pressed into her she moaned and withered above him. He wanted to replace his finger with his shaft, burying himself deep in her moist folds, to feel her body withering on him. But first he wanted to taste her.
He kept his hand working on her, as he bent his head, allowing his tongue to graze over her swollen clitoris.
He wanted more.
He delved deeper, his finger moving within still, going in deeper each time, until he replaced one finger with two.
She was withering on his touch, as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her most sensitive spot, before sucking it deep into his mouth, as he gave one finally thrust with his fingers.
She screamed into the cavern, her cries loud in the empty darkness as she fisted her hands in his hair and rocked her body on his hand until she fell limp above him.
He was too entranced by her taste to stop. He licked at the sweetness he had created.
"Stop, Nicholas" Her breathless cry went unnoticed.
Thrusting his hand more and more until she was shuddering once more. Her thigh was squeezing him so tightly, her soft skin rubbing along his cheeks as she bucked uncontrollably to his mouth.
He devoured her without restraint, desperate for more.
Desperate to please her. To stop her tears.
"Stop Nicholas. Oh god! Please stop. I cant take anymore"
Only when she begged him to stop did he. He feathered kisses along her thigh still cradling his shoulder as he watched her fall back onto the stone.
He was desperate for relief, but tonight was only about giving her a moment of pleasure to rid herself of her past.
He lifted his head from her sex, and climbed back to his full height. Kissing her sweet lips as she clung weakly to his shoulders, her body still thrumming from her orgasms.
"Tell me you believe I would never hurt you. Tell me please. I need to hear you say it"
He nibbled along her petal oft lips, before licking along the bottom one, soothing his playful bites.
"I believe you"
Her voice was shaking still from her pleasure and fatigue. He kissed her suple lips once more before picking up her slight weight into his tight embrace. Her head lay passively against his chest as he walked back into the other section of the cave, ignoring that his body was shattering into a thousand pieces with each step.
He wanted to claim her fully, but he knew until he learned to control himself, he would lose control when he was with her for the first time.
He didn't want to risk hurting her.
He laid Nya down on the cavern floor, she didn't protest or stop his hands from turning her to her front, exposing her back to his gaze. Instead she snuggled down onto the blankets he had produced and began to drift to sleep.
He ran his tongue lazily over her bottom and back to erase the small bruises from his crushing hold, before snuggling up against her.
He smoothed a lock of golden hair from her face, and stared into her emerald eyes as they drifted down...
Thanks so much for reading. Sorry this one was quite long.
I hope there wasn't many errors in it, I went through it three times, but it was quite long so i may have missed a bit, so Im very sorry if there are any.
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