At first she struggled, her wet fists glancing off his hard chest. He felt her hand dig into his hair but instead of pulling it to try to get away from him; she tangled her fingers into it, her palm pressing him closer. She responded to his kisses, her tongue coming out to play with his.
He carried her into the bedroom, dropping her down on the too wide bed. Following her down, he refused to give up her lips until she pushed him away, her breathing rough and ragged. Then his lips moved to her throat, finding the pulsing heat. The scent of her blood was arousing, erotic. He’d thought of just this spot on her body for hours, yearning to taste it, to plunge his teeth in and let her blood pulse into his mouth.
Lucian could feel her hands on his shoulders and he ripped his jacket off, the material actually tearing in his haste to get close to her. She fumbled with the intricacies of his tie, finally pulling it free from his neck. His lips moved over her skin, forcing himself away from her delicious neck, moving over her collarbone. As he went lower, he could feel her joy and the small little niggle of fear that was trying to pry its ugly head up.
“Wh … What are you doing to me?” she cried, her hands tracing over his back. “I-I feel s-so strange.”
His hand cupped her breast, his palm filled with the softness of her. Her nipple peaked, growing hard against his caressing hand. He couldn’t keep his head from dipping down further, taking that sweet, hard nubbin into his mouth. Carefully, he played with her flesh, keeping his fangs from growing even though it was a struggle. He could feel her shudders of pleasure under him, hear her cries. He could smell her arousal, like the most torrid of perfumes, tantalizing him to take more.
His will power became a torment though he kept his hands and lips gentle, remembering her humanity. He let his lips roam over the bottom curve of her breast, his tongue licking out to taste her. The smell of gardenias from her bath teased at him, mixing with the sweet aroma of her blood, the scent calling him to taste more.
Lucian could hear her ragged cries and feel her tattered emotions. She wanted him too, but the ridiculous edits of humans clouded her thinking. He could almost feel her thoughts but he pushed them aside, unwilling or unable to stop his lips from tasting more.
Her ribs were like fragile china under his lips and fingers. He could feel their slender arc, tracing it with his tongue. He pushed himself further down, his tongue dipping into her navel and hearing her gasp.
“Lucian,” she sighed, the sound of her desire thick in her voice. “W-we shouldn’t … It’s wrong.”
He lifted his head, his chin resting on the small triangle of bright red curls between her thighs. “It’s not wrong. Nothing that feels this good, this right could possibly be wrong.” He stared into her gray/green eyes, seeing the brightness of her arousal. He lifted his head, bending to lay a single kiss upon that soft triangle. “Tell me to stop.”
He could see the struggle in her eyes, almost feel it in the tension of her body. She parted her soft lips but the words wouldn’t come out. “I-I…” she stammered.
“You want me too,” he finished for her, watching as her eyelids drooped and she nodded her head helplessly. “It’s all right, love. It’s natural.”
“But it’s wrong, it’s forbidden, like you said earlier. I shouldn’t feel this way.” The words sped from her lips, her eyes on him as he spread her thighs wide. She felt the heat of her blushes as she realized what he could see in the bright afternoon sunlight that streamed in from the french doors. Closing her eyes didn’t help. That just made the feel of his breath blowing across her flesh even more noticeable.
“Lucian!” she cried out. Her hands moved to her groin, spreading over her as if she could hide her sex from his eyes.
Lucian kissed her knuckles, his tongue moving between her wide spread fingers and finding her heat. He tasted of her flesh, a moan of bliss rising to her ears. “You should feel no shame, love,” he growled. “You’re as beautiful here as you are everywhere else. You take my breath away.”
Kendra opened her eyes, looking down into his face and seeing the truth in his face. She felt him take her hands, turning them over to kiss her palm before he laid them on the bed beside her thighs. “Let me,” he coaxed. “I won’t hurt you.”
She felt her thighs grow weak at his words, heat sending a blaze of desire to pool there where he wanted to see. She tried to relax under him but her body tightened as his mouth moved through the soft pelt of fur, his tongue parting her thick lower lips. She moaned as he found a spot on her body that caused her pulse to race and her joy to soar.
His eyes watched her face as he flicked his tongue at that hard kernel. It didn’t take long before she was arching her back, her hips moving, her cries loud and unrestrained. Her hands were fisted in the soft bedding under her, her head was pushed back against the soft pillows. She screamed his name as the first razor sharp talons of pleasure burst in her belly, her body shaking as more and more waves burst over her.