Counselor of the Damned (15 page)

Tegonni shuddered. “I like that.”

He did it again before nibbling on her exposed cheek. Little shocks jumped through her, setting fires that needed to be put out. Fernando, however, didn’t seem like he’d be relieving her just yet. He switched to the other thigh, putting it through the same delectable torture. Her skirt bunched up around her hips.

Fernando pressed his nose into the front of her lace panties and inhaled deeply. “You smell divine.” She squirmed under the contact, anticipating more. However, after placing a chaste kiss over the shiny material covering her clit, he pulled up her shirt and licked her bare belly.

Growling her impatience, she ran her fingers through his short hair with the intention of pushing his mouth back where she wanted it. The silkiness of his locks distracted her, and she stroked the baby-soft curls. By the time she refocused on demanding attention for her aching clit, Fernando had pushed her top up over her breasts. He placed kisses on the mounds peeking through the French lace on her bra. He straddled her legs, and his cock bounced at her. She stroked the head.

He shuddered, and then brushed her hand aside as he pulled off her top. “Ladies first. Besides, if you do that, I’m not sure how long I will last.”

She raised an eyebrow. From his performance so far, she couldn’t believe control would be a problem.

His smile was coy as he leaned down and pushed aside the lacy fabric of her bra before sucking a bared nipple into his mouth. He grazed it with a fang, and the swollen nub tingled. “I’ve chosen to focus my sinful behavior on giving pleasure rather than receiving. My personal idea of penance.”

Tegonni arched into his mouth as he continued suckling at her breasts. He managed to unhook her bra one-handed, and tossed it toward the pile of clothes on the floor. “So it’s been a long time since a lover pleasured you?” she managed to ask.

“Yes. Or since I’ve taken my release in a lover’s body.”

His confession did wicked things to her insides. A surge of possession washed through her, and she wanted to be the one—the only one—to end his dry spell. She loved his courteous ways, but it was time to take him in hand. Her laugh was husky as she reached down between their bodies. She only cupped him lightly from underneath to start, her hand supporting his cock and balls.

He exhaled, closing his eyes. “
Amor
—”

“I don’t care if you come. I want to give you pleasure.” She paused, waiting for his response.

He relented with a moan. She gave him a lingering kiss, then guided him backward to lie on the bed. Kneeling between his legs, she ran her hands over his chest, pausing to play with his nipples. He watched her through half-closed lids, his breathing a little rapid. Anticipation sparked in his eyes, and Tegonni smirked. She stroked light fingers down his fluttering stomach and into the dark hair beneath. She placed a kiss on the tip of his erection. It jerked along with his whole body. The salty cum tasted delicious.

“
Amor
.” This time the word was a plea rather than a warning.

Gauging the time for patience was past, Tegonni sucked his thick cock deep. Swallowing his wide girth was a feat, but she succeeded in taking his length almost to the base. Fernando groaned and shivered under her hands, which she slid along his thighs to caress his firm ass. She kneaded the muscled curves as her lips massaged his shaft in leisurely strokes. His musky scent tickled her nose, and his smooth head felt like satin on her tongue.

“Oh,
Deus
.” Fernando’s voice was a husky whisper. His eyes closed, and the expression of blissful wonder on his face made Tegonni’s insides quiver. She loved this particular activity, but with the noble vampire currently moaning under her ministrations, it was more than a blowjob. He was truly honored to receive, and she was grateful to give. It was a sacred, loving exchange.

She hummed her contentment as she continued to suckle. She judged it safe to add a hand to the neglected base of his erection without him coming from the extra sensation. His fingers gripped her shoulders. She began long, twisting strokes that followed her mouth up and down his length. He grunted and arched into her touch. She laughed around him. His reaction alone could keep her doing this all night.

She sucked him hard, her cheeks hollowing, and pulled slowly toward his glans. With a sharp intake of breath, Fernando contracted and held still as she made her way up his shaft. She made sure to drag it out as long as possible, pausing to breathe through her nose and tighten her suction. He was shaking by the time she reached his tip. When she slid her lips over the underside of the head, he jerked.

With a loud, satisfying pop, she pulled off him. She stroked him with her hand as she watched his face to admire the effects of her handiwork. The heated passion that burned his amber eyes to gold sent a shiver of anticipation through her, but love made her breath catch.

He gently lifted her hand away. “Please, enough, Tegonni. I want to come inside you, while I drink your essence.”

Her delicious contractions danced deep and low inside her. He was going to bite her. An enticing mix of desire and nerves made her shiver. “Yes.” She wanted this. Had for a long time, she realized. His bite. The most intimate of actions for a vampire.

He claimed her mouth, the kiss soft but possessive as his tongue teased. Arms twined around her waist, Fernando picked her up and laid her across the large bed, so none of the pillows would hamper their movements. He unbuttoned her skirt, then tugged it down then off her legs. As he slid off her panties, Tegonni licked her lip.

Everything changes after this.

She was hyperaware of the moment. The sensual melody playing in the background lulled her as the soft lighting warmed the darkness. The silky cotton beneath her naked skin caressed and soothed. They were in a world by themselves, the judgments of the outside far away. Here she knew she wanted to be in this man’s arms for as long as he would have her there.

He settled on top of her, chest pressing into her nipples, pelvis snuggling against hers. “
Meu
amor,” he murmured as he parted her vaginal lips with his cock and pushed inside her.

Embracing his hips with her bent legs, Tegonni cried out with need and love. Exquisite pressure built deep in her pussy with each thrust. She ran her hands along his back as he gazed at her, full of passion and devotion. She reached his nape and twined her fingers in his hair, tugging his head down for a kiss.

Fernando’s strokes were slow and long. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before plunging into her again. The teasing was torture. She pressed her feet into his ass, trying to rush his hips. He broke the kiss and chuckled. He had no problem resisting her slight physical force.

Scowling playfully, she used the leverage to pull her hips up to his. “Enough teasing. Shall I take what I want,
senhor
?” She did a decent imitation of his melodious, sultry accent.

He weighed her hips down with his, pinning her to the bed. “If you can.”

She squirmed under him, putting on a pout. Fernando’s deep, rich laugh poured over her, and then he stilled her squirming with a series of short thrusts. They were leisurely, but deep. Tegonni sucked in a breath and gripped his hips, encouraging his movements.

“Please, Fernando, more.” Ever the gentleman, he complied at once. To her great relief. The deep strokes increased in speed, building tempo, quaking her body. His cockhead massaged a particularly responsive spot deep inside. Waves of pleasure tightened her inner muscles around his cock. The music was accompanied by the percussive slap of his thighs on her buttocks, his carefree groans of pleasure, and her soft grunts as she climbed toward ecstasy.

His hips stopped as he pulsed inside her, buried hilt-deep. Her inner muscles clamped around him, causing them both to moan. In a ragged voice, he said, “Mercy. I must pace myself or I will release before you. You feel too good.”

Breathless, she did not respond, but she didn’t think her climax would be an issue. With all the exploring and teasing and…that look in his eyes. She was damn close. And he hadn’t even bitten her yet. She quivered.

As if reading her mind, he lowered his head and trailed baby kisses down her neck from her ear to the hollow at her throat. Tegonni closed her eyes and savored the soft touch. His kisses turned to gentle sucking, making her skin tingle. “Yes.” She was certain the moment was drawing near.

He chuckled and lifted his head. “You’re ready for my bite, then?”

She looked at him. “I was ready when I walked in your front door.” She let a seductive huskiness and impatience color her tone.

With a grin, he gave a polite bow of his head, a gesture which, from him, didn’t look out of place in bed. His hips moved again, the rhythm a strange pattern of shallow thrust, shallow thrust, then deep. It was different but effective. Her pussy spasmed in continuous pulses as if he’d been making love to her for hours. She groaned as she contracted around his hard shaft, and his expression turned blissed-out, dreamy.

“Now,” he said. He clamped his soft lips hard around the tender flesh of her neck like the “hurt so good” pressure of a deep-tissue massage. He replaced his lips with his fangs, at first gently nipping her. To tease or to warn; maybe both. Her breath caught with each little poke, and when the real bite came, it hit her unexpectedly. Burning prickles flashed through her, but quickly ended. A pleasant, warm tingling moved out in waves from the point of penetration and quickly spread to cover her whole body. The discomfort was only half remembered as the tingling grew into mind-numbing bliss. And in the midst of the delight, warmth like a calm summer breeze blew through her. Fernando’s power—his essence—filling her.

He claimed her body in every way a vampire could, and it was that thought that pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm erupted through her on the background sensation of his euphoria-inducing bite. She thrashed beneath him as he drank her in and gave her a proficient, relentless pummeling.

Tegonni screamed as orgasmic waves continued to hit. She started to come down, but the sensual pull at her neck sent her back over. She was hoarse and short of breath from her passionate cries.

He stopped drinking and looked down at her with eyes luminescent with power. The effects of his bite faded slowly, but Fernando kept pounding. With all his attention refocused on his technique, her pussy throbbed, climbing toward another explosive release.

Wicked grin on his face, he twisted his hips, rubbing against every sensitive spot inside her he may have missed before. She bucked, meeting him thrust for thrust, wanting all he had to give. He sent her into a third, endless quaking orgasm. Her poor vocal cords gave out, and she was forced to make do with panting. His rhythm faltered, his grunting became more desperate, then his shaft pulsed, hot and deep. She dug her fingernails into his hips as she came.

An explosion of sensation spread from her sex in tingling waves. She trembled as deep tremors coursed through her. Fernando held still inside her, increasing pressure to the very spot that was on fire. She cried out as her muscles quivered around his shaft. By the time her orgasm subsided, she was pleasantly limp.

Tegonni snuggled into his arms as the waves crested and ebbed, gradually decreasing to a level that allowed thought. Fernando pressed lazy kisses to her lips as she shook with little quakes. Replete, she basked in the lingering trace of his power, too relaxed and happy to untangle herself. He settled beside her and pulled her marvelously sated, though exhausted, body into his arms. They lay quiet for a long time.

“Amor, I have never experienced such a beautiful union. Thank you.”

She murmured happily, speech still beyond her capabilities.

He rubbed his cheek over her hair. With a palm under her chin, he turned her face up to his. “That was beyond perfection. Making love with you was…well, sacred. Like a blessed joining between husband and wife.”

Her breath caught. What a comparison. Fernando was using the word
sacred
in relation to an experience that included blood drinking?

“For the first time in all my years, so was drinking blood. As you spoke of with your father’s African priest.” He brushed his thumb over the small puncture wounds he’d made. “I can see how lust can be tempered with love, and love can make the act of taking your blood a sacred gift. Thank you, meu amor.” He gave her a sweet brush of his lips.

She could hardly speak for a moment. She’d feared he’d dismissed her analogy between the Santerian practice and his need to feed. What his sense of reason had rejected, their mutual experience had just confirmed. For Fernando to accept himself was tremendous. But this, not only to make peace, but embrace something that had been a source of guilt for his long life, was joyous. The goal she’d been hoping he’d attain. Smiling so big her facial muscles stretched, Tegonni wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged with all her might. “Amazing, Fernando. I’m so thrilled.”

Laughing, he rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him. “I can tell.”

She laughed too, smirked down at him. “I have to admit, though I no longer believed it evil, I did kind of think feeding you would be a guilty pleasure. But it was so loving. As intimate as the physical sex. Both together were heavenly. I’m so happy to have helped introduce you to sacred feeding.” She liked the sound of that.

He lifted an eyebrow as he returned her grin. “Sacred feeding? A much-improved notion than the prison rations. You will continue to provide me with these sacred meals?”

“I suppose I’ll have to. You can’t get them anywhere else.”

They both sobered as the statement hung between them. They’d admitted their feelings, made the most intimate love of both their lives, and she knew she wanted to be with him, but still, her brain urged that she put on the brakes. A relationship between a vampire and Lightworker was unheard of.

Fernando had no such qualms. With a smile playing on his lips, he said, “I suppose the two of us stepping out as a couple will cause quite the stir among your people and mine.”