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...Two can play at teasing...
Chapter Thirteen
Nicholas's shoulders slumped forward as he braced himself against the cabinet.
He had been so close to his bestial nature he was finding it near impossible to gain back his civility.
The last few days had been torture, watching her lying so helpless, but he was starting to think it was easier on his sanity. He had her back, she was safe and once more in his protective care.
But now she could leave, she could move from his side. How could be control himself when she did? How could he allow her to leave his sight for even a few moments, that was all it had taken last time for his soul to be snatched away?
But at present he had more of a problem than her safety away from his side.
He could smell her...
He moaned softly as he inhaled her sweet unique scent, feeling it tingle down his spine, igniting his blood to molten need. He had been without her touch for so long, he was a beggar for it now.
It took all his will to remain standing and not drop to his knees and cling to her.
Beg for more of her touch...
His fingers where creating large dents within the wood as he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself.
But it was already too late, he burned.
He swallowed almost nervously and extracting his claws from the cabinet as he turned to look upon her.
His heart slammed aggressively at the sight of her standing and watching him. Her large emerald eyes where staring at him with a mixture of concern and happiness. She had missed him?
He doubted she could possibly have missed him as much as he had her.
His every waking moment had been consumed with her. He stared down her body, following every curve and line as he examined her for injuries. He could hear her heart increase its pace under his gaze and he smiled at the scent of her arousal.
He shook his head, bringing them back from the brink of his fantasies. She was only just healed...
"How do you feel?" His voice was strained and he was forced to cough before he spoke. He knew she would recognized the yearning hidden within his tone, and prayed he could gain control of his body.
"Better" Nya's voice was still unused and it hurt her slightly to speak, her throat was so dry.
When Nicholas made no move to speak further she watch him from beneath her lashes as he looked down upon her.
His eyes were pools of need, so intense...
She swallowed her excitement and decided talking might break some of the sexual tension. "My skin feels almost completely healed. The burning of my blood isn't quite so bad either"
She looked deep into Nicholas eyes as she asked the question she really needed to know the answer to... "How are you?"
She watched him extract his heated gaze from traveling down her body to lock with her own.
He moved towards her, making her heart pound aggressively. She clenched her fists and unclenched them as she stared up at him, a little breathless. Nya wasn't sure how she managed to keep herself standing, his gaze and the determination in his strides towards her made her light headed and a little weak at the knees.
His large palms came up to cup her face, and she allowed her eyes to slide closed at the warmth emanating from them.
She felt his breath feather over her lips and shivered within his grasp.
Dear god, Nya! He is only breathing on you. Get back in control...
Control? She thought deliriously.
If this was what being out of control of your body felt like she wanted to stay this way. Her eyes still closed, as she felt each of his breaths, warm and soft flutter over her lips. She licked her lips nervously, waiting for his kiss.
"Do you know what your feeling?" His voice was so deep and rumbling she wanted to whimper at the masculinity contained in it.
What had he said?
What was she feeling...? Desire. Excitement. Need.
It was a frightening feeling to be so out of control for a man she barely knew, but when she felt Nicholas nip playfully at her lips before soothing the slight pain with a sensual lick, she didn't care.
"I feel..." She whimpered as he tilted her head back with his thumbs to nuzzle her throat.
Every lick and nip he delivered made her heart pound harder against her chest.
"Yes? Nya" She swallowed as she opened her eyes and tried to gain back control of her voice. Hell, she would be happy if she gained control back of her breathing, not alone her voice.
"I feel desire" She rushed out on a moan as he licked up her throat, before nibbling playful on her ear.
He laughed against her ear, before kissing a line down her jaw to her waiting mouth. Branding her with a fervent kiss, his tongue tormenting her own as he moaned into her mouth. When he pulled his lips from hers, she wasn't sure how she remained standing.
It took all her will not to jump him. Wrap her legs around his trim waist and dig her nails into his thick shoulders as she kissed him passionately.
She looked up at him as they both panted.
"Your hungry, Nya"
God yes! She laughed at her internal mind, currently in the gutter. She felt starved for him. She wanted to check he was alright beneath the crisp white of his shirt.
He bent down to her lips and languorously licked along her bottom lip, before nipping again playfully. Are you hungry for me, Nya?
Nya shivered at the words whispered intimately through her mind. Nya's breath caught in her throat as Nicholas lifted his shirt over his head to drop it to the floor beside them. Licking her lips, before biting down on her lower lip she looked her full of his luscious chest.
Who knew people could have skin like this?
Her skin was tanned but his was deliciously tanned, luscious gold that begged her for a taste. Her lips trembled slightly as she breathed out a shaking breath. This was way too much excitement for a woman who had been unconscious for days.
Nicholas went back to tormenting her ear, his panting breath against her sensitive skin where sending chills through her. The position also put the naked column of his throat close to her lips.
She stared at the golden skin before her and couldn't help but taste him.
She licked up the length of his throat delighting when he groaned into her ear. Moving some of his hair away from his neck she nuzzled him as he had done to her earlier. She became more and more excited by his taste.
She could feel his heart pounding beneath his skin, pounding beneath her seeking tongue.
She jumped back away from his throat, escaping the power of his body as her teeth lengthened and her mouth watered.
She had been able to feel the blood flowing beneath his skin, and had hungered for it.
She blushed with shame and confusion as she backed away from him, her hands out in front of her, preventing him coming to her.
She looked at him, panting and shaken with his lust before her.
She could tell he wanted her, could tell he needed to grab her and return her to his side. But she couldn't let him do that. He was right before, she was hungry, but not in the way she had assumed he meant. She wanted him. And his blood.
She turned from him, her head in her hands as the events of the last few days came back to her, shocking her back to the reality of what she was now. She was a vampire.
Nicholas clenched his fists as he tried to regain control.
The feel of her licking madly at his throat had almost been his undoing.
Tasting her sweet mouth.
Holding her plaint body within his arms had driven him mad with his lust.
He was hard for her, aching and throbbing.
His clothes felt too restricting, biting into his body.
He tried to calm his breaths as he listened to her chaotic thoughts. She was afraid of what she was. Ashamed. She didn't want to hurt him.
He growled ominously as his hatred for Joseph returned ten fold.
He could have converted her when she choose to join him, he could have turned her, and cradled her body within his arms, taking as much of the pain as his own. He would have been able to introduce her to feeding, making her enjoy the experience. Instead she had been converted in a cell. Her first taste of blood consciously was Joseph's.
He clenched his teeth as jealousy wiped through him like claws. He felt instantly ashamed he was jealous but he couldn't help how he felt.
Joseph had been her first, his blood was the first she would be able to recall tasting. He had given her his twice before but only when she was unaware. He clenched his fists tighter. Joseph had taken that from them both.
When he heard her sob into her hands he opened his eyes and watched as her shoulders shuddered with her tears.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. He scolded himself.
She needed him now. He unclenched his fists, breathing deeply to overcome his lust and jealousy.
Nya felt Nicholas entire body imprint against hers from behind, his arms wrapped soothingly around her waist.
She lay back against his strength. Enveloped in his scent as her tears drifted down her cheeks, unknown to her, they where a blood red.
"Nya to be hungry is natural"
"To drink blood isn't!"
Nicholas's gentle laughter cascaded over her hair, and once again she noticed he breathed deeply.
She found it strangely exotic that he took so much obvious pleasure in her scent. "What do I smell like?"
The question slipped out before she could censor her voice. She blushed after her words.
When would she learn not to speak what she was thinking?
Nicholas's arms crushed her more aggressively against his chest. She could feel the evident of his arousal burning against her lower back, and bit her bottom lip at the hardness she felt there.
"Don't ever be embarrassed to speak your mind, pequena. It's a habit of yours I am beginning to find I love."
He inhaled against her neck, sending chills down her spine "I can smell the fragrance of your hair, the unique scent upon your skin which is solely your own, and what I love the most..."
She watched as Nicholas's large, callused hand ran down her stomach, she trembled as she felt it near her core.
An inhuman growl rumble beside her throat seconds before his hand disappeared beneath the shirt.
She gasped as his entire hand cupped her sex possessively.
"...your desire"
She whimpered as he began to stroke her.
Long tanned fingers caressed her, as his lips burnt a trail down her throat.
One of her hands became buried in his dark hair as she held him to her throat, whilst her other hand drifted down to where his was moving relentlessly. She laid her hand over his, and felt his hand move as he pleasured her.
She was trembling.
His fingers pressing more firmly against her, as he stroked her.
Faster and faster until she was throbbing from head to toe, desperate for her release.
"Don't stop... please don't stop!"
She whimpered as he slowed his movements.
No! Her mind and body screamed. She needed more.
She tried to use her hand to move his hand to her clitoris, she needed release. And yet he held fast, slowing his hand even more until she was on the verge of screaming out.
"Please!" She screamed when he went back to just cupping her sex within his palm.
He nibbled up her throat before he flicked her ear lope with his tongue. "Please what?"
She had feared his voice would be arrogant and taunting, but it wasn't. He seemed to be just as tormented as she was.
"Touch me more!"
He growled in her ear as he used his thumb to rub her most sensitive spot with mind numbingly slow circles. She gritted her teeth and cried out.
The slow, hard circles were killing her.
She was so sensitive now, she felt her muscles tense as she neared her climax.
Yes! Finally her mind screamed, only to have his hand stop.
"No!" She yelled as his hand went make to cupping her.
The heat of his hand was so stimulating, she rubbed her body against it wantonly.
Not caring anymore, just needing her release.
She could hear him moaning as she rubbed her sex back and forth over his hot palm.
No doubt he could feel how hot and wet she was.
When his index finger slid easily inside her she arched her back and moaned.
"God Nya!" He whimpered into her ear "so wet..."
She hardly heard him say anything, the blood pounding in her ears as she rode his hand.
Desperate for her release.
She crushed his hand closer to her sex as she withered upon his touch.
Ever muscle was tense and trembled with her coming orgasm.
She screamed out, uncaring if anyone would hear.
Her orgasm rushing through her. She thought she might black out, as colours burst all around her. Pleasure burning her blood, making her tremble uncontrollable.
She rocked on his palm as the last tremors of her orgasms left her.
She hardly had any time to catch her breath before she felt Nicholas's other hand rip up her shirt and unzip his trousers.
Seconds later her cheek was crushed to the cream painted walls as she felt him position himself against her. He was muttering almost absently to himself as he bared her to his intense gaze. She couldn't understand what he was saying. His word foreign and spoken too fast.
He ran his hand down the curve of her bottom, as he sucked in a desperate breath.
She felt so brazenly sexual.
She moaned as she pushed herself back against his erection, feeling it burn against her bottom, and smiling when she heard him curse.
He liked that? Good, she was going to make him pay for teasing her...
Nicholas cursed out between clenched teeth as the soft fullness of her bottom connecting with his throbbing shaft.
He was rock hard, and after feeling her orgasm he was desperate to be inside her.
Pleasuring her had been a way to get her to enjoy feeding, but right now he didn't care about feeding, he just wanted to be buried deep within her.
He gritted his teeth as he rubbed himself against her soft feminine skin across her bottom.
He felt her hand come around and begin to stroke him. He hissed out a breath at the feel of her hand upon him. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through the night...
He threw his hand back in shock when she reached further down to cup him.
Yes! He stared at the ceiling as he shuddered in her palm.
No more... he could take no more...
He clamped his hand around her wrists and pinned them to the wall.
He couldn't let her touch him again... he wouldn't be able to stand it.
He allowed his aching shaft to slip between her thighs and cried out in torment when he found her wet heat.
"You feel so good Nya!" He whispered the words against her neck as he braced himself. He allowed his body to throb against her heat, clenching his fists around her wrists as her arousal bathed him in heat. "So wet..."
He closed his eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance, trying to ignore the feel of her moist folds caressing him. So delicate and soft. Bathing him in liquid need.
He pushed just the tip inside her and bit down on her shoulder in agony.
So tight...
He panted against her shoulder as he let go of her hands, and grasped her hips, cradling them in place, as he began to enter her.
So slowly... he knew there could be no worse torture.
Her body was squeezing him tightly, so tight he could barely move.
He was half way within her when he felt her hand wrap around him.
His eyes snapped open when she stopped him moving any deeper within her.
"Nya!?" Half question, half protest he tried to suppress the moan he wanted to give at the feel of being half buried within her, whilst her soft palm cradled the rest of him tightly.
He could imagined what she would feel like, he remembered.
He was half insane when she made no move to loosen her grip or answer for her actions.
"Nya!"
When he heard her laugh at him. He growled and nipped at her shoulder in mock punishment.
"Ow! Say please" Her voice was lust filled but also taunting. She was teasing him? He arched a brow at her, even though he knew she couldn't see it.
He didn't care if she was teasing with him.
At this point he was willing to promise her the moon in the sky if she allowed him to love her.
"Please" He whispered as he licked at her throat. Tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin.
"Please what?"
He growled against her neck. She was playing with him...
He dug his nails into her hips and when she moaned he tried to thrust within her. But once again, her hand prevented it.
"Stop this!" When she giggled at his exasperation, he had an idea.
He would make her want him inside her.
If she wanted to tease him, he would play along.
He withdrew himself from her body, cursing out at the agony it caused him to pull away from her wet heat, squeezing him so exquisitely.
He turned her to face him and throwing her over one shoulder, he ignored her gasp, as he strode for the bed.
His hand clutching her bottom as she squirmed above him.
Two can play at teasing...
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