He pushed up next to her, his mouth a scant inch from hers. “Is there anything else you want to know, Jenna?” His breath washed over her lips, bathing her in his spicy scent. “Answer quickly. because I’m going to kiss you again and again until you tell me to stop.”
Jenna gave him a little smile, but remained quiet, which brought Nic to her in a bruising kiss. Jenna threw her arms around his wide shoulders when he moved over her, one denim-clad thigh pushing between hers. The t-shirt she wore rose along with his leg.
She realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear when she felt the rough fabric of his jeans brush against her wet heat, and she tried to close her thighs against him. She couldn’t decide if the move was a success or a complete failure when all she managed to accomplish was to press his thigh even tighter to her pussy.
A chuckle sounded in her ear. “Open for me, Jenna. I am going to taste and feel every single inch of you.”
Nic ran his tongue along her throat, moving down to her shoulder. His fangs scraped lightly over her skin, and while a part of her knew she should be scared, the larger part knew that this was Nico. Jenna knew, in every single cell, that he would never hurt her, and the sensation caused each nerve ending in her body to fire off electric pulses straight to her core.
“God, baby,” he whispered, his breath trailing fire back up to her ear. His hands found her smaller ones. Entwining their fingers, he tugged them over her head, pinning them to the mattress. Her nipples hardened, poking into his solid chest.
“Jenna, I need to be inside of you,” he said harshly. Strain was evident on his handsome features. Jenna knew he was holding back. “Tell me now, Beloved. If you need me to back off, I will, but you have to say it now.” Jenna couldn’t form the words; instead she freed one of her hands. Placing it on his chest, she trailed her shaky fingers down the length of his torso, finding the bottom of his shirt. She yanked it up. Nic captured her hand, stopping her.
God, don’t let him stop now. Her body craved him. She wanted, no she needed to feel his skin sliding against her. Dream be damned, she wanted to feel the real man lying on top of her.
He sat up and Jenna protested the break in connection. Pulling his t-shirt the rest of the way off, he tossed it to the floor, never taking his blue eyes from her. Grabbing her hands, he directed them back to his chest.
Her fingers curled around the tightly muscled pecs. She felt the wet heat flood her again; her mouth began to water as he closed his eyes. Nic moaned low as if he was savoring the light scratch of her nails over his tight male nipples. Jenna took advantage of his obvious bliss to gently squeeze each tiny peak.
Nic’s back arched and his eyes snapped open. He positioned his hands at the neck of her shirt, ripping it in two. Her breasts spilled out of the opening and her skin burned.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like I knew you would be.” His hands slowly danced across her upper body. Jenna’s flesh quivered and her nipples puckered even harder, waiting in breathless anticipation for his next touch. He was teasing her mercilessly, and it was killing her.
He slipped one long finger into his mouth, wetting it. Jenna held her breath as he sucked it slowly, bringing out of his wicked mouth and down to her pale nipple. Jenna bucked upwards as his wet finger made contact, tracing her taut nipple. His eyes glowed with unrestrained joy at her reaction and, laughing, he bent down and blew across the sensitized peak. Jenna moaned into the sensation. Nic was shredding her sanity one soft puff at a time. The pleasure was indescribable; the feelings gathering in her were overwhelming.
Tears filled her brown eyes. No one ever treated her with such care, such tenderness.
No one had ever showered her with such acceptance and affection. The first drop tumbled over her lashes to land on her cheek. Ducking her head, she tried to hide her joy, her pain.
Nic’s hand came under her chin, turning her to face him. Seeing her wet cheeks his brows knit together, puzzled. Thoughtful for a second, he leaned down, licking the saline away. The one small gesture caused the damn to burst. Jenna couldn’t stop the flow of tears raining down, and after a moment she didn’t even try.
He never said a word, he just let her cry, sipping each tear from her cheeks. He was drinking her sorrow, and the act devastated her control.
Her chest hurt, her heart swelling with something she was afraid to name. It was impossible to feel this much for a virtual stranger, wasn’t it? But then, was Nico really a stranger to her? They’d shared the most intimate moments she’d ever experienced before they’d even met, in her dreams.
She tried desperately to swallow the rest of her pain; she didn’t want to pollute the night with her past. She wasn’t going to corrupt a beautiful memory, lying in Nic’s arms was where she belonged. She was going to celebrate what was to come.
Chapter Four
Jenna’s every quiver echoed in his own body, her every tear. There was nothing he could do but let her cry. She needed to purge herself. No one could escape what she had without some kind of trauma haunting them. Fuck, it was hard to do nothing but hold her.
Her tears shredded his heart, tore his gut. He silently vowed he would do whatever it took to keep her from ever going through this kind of pain again. For now, he held her as the past crept up on her.
Damn, he admired her courage. She didn’t sob out loud, nor did she curse the world, which would have been her right. She wept silently, and when it was enough she gave a hard swallow, and stopped.
Nic pressed his cool fingers to her hot cheek, bringing her eyes up to meet his, trying to pour all of his love, his passion and his admiration into his gaze. He must have succeeded at least a little, because her eyes widened, her lips parting on a small gasp.
His control broke yet again. This woman possessed the magic spell that shattered his control with one wondering look.
He fell on her again, wrapping his arms around her. Chest to chest, he held her, kissing her endlessly, pushing his tongue into her wet mouth, reassuring her that he was here, that he was real. That he was hers.
Jenna kissed him back with equal hunger, fingers winding into his long hair to hold him to her. She opened her legs for him with no urging, wrapping her full thighs around his hips, pulling him closer. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and he swallowed her moan as the material from his jeans created burning friction at her core. She writhed, arching her hips into him, and he broke from the kiss, throwing his head back to gasp for air.
Her eyes glowed green and amber, lit from within by her passion. Her body rose against his, begging for contact, for release. He pushed his hips against her, his bulging cock crying to break free of its denim confinement. She was scalding hot. He could feel her desire soaking through his jeans.
Her fingers crept up his spine, tiptoeing over each muscle, plane and ridge along his back. Each little stroke licked him with fire. He sucked in a breath, grinding his cock deeper into the cradle of her thighs while her fingers continued their play.
His mouth pressed to hers, then lifted to skate along her jaw. Pushing her hair aside, he rubbed his nose into the tender crook where her neck met her shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he groaned. Her scent. Nic would never get enough of it. The tip of his tongue came out to trace the path from her creamy shoulder to the side of her neck. Her pulse beckoned him to taste her. He pushed the urge down deep; tonight was for loving and healing. There would be other nights for that sort of sharing.
Instead, he moved back up, biting her lightly on the chin. He watched a smile spread across her face. Licking where he’d just bitten, he worked his way down into the valley of her breasts.
The fullness cushioned his face. He rubbed his cheeks over her silky skin, murmuring, “Jenna, you are so damn soft.” His lips caressed the soft, plump outer edges of her tits. His fingers itched to grab her ample breasts and pluck at the nipples until she begged him to enter her, but he swore he was going to take this slow, no matter how loudly his cock was protesting.
Nic wanted to
be as gentle as he could. In their shared dreams Jenna often praised his gentle touch, his romantic actions. In their dreams, gentleness had been possible; in real life it was another thing entirely. Nic had never been a gentle lover; in fact he preferred it hard, hot and fast. As primal an act as sex could get. After all, he’d reasoned, he was Vampire. How much more carnal did one get?
Tonight, for his One, Nic forced himself to slow down. His mouth slid across one nipple, scraping a fang along the very tip. Jenna’s chest heaved and she threw her head back at the touch. She arched beautifully into his mouth, the sweet fire of her blood teasing his senses.
Slow, he reminded himself. Keep it slow… He learned every part of her breast, circling the entire globe with devouring lips and savoring tongue. He sipped at her nipple, first just the tip, then he opened his lips, tasting more of her silky skin, and finally taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and driving her mad with his relentless suction.
One hand glided down her ribs, along the rise of her plump belly. He wanted to sink into her and never resurface. Skin never felt so satiny under his fingers. A woman’s soft gasps never contained such music. Her body jumped every place he caressed, begging for more of his touch.
Nic’s palm found Jenna’s inner thigh. His mouth went to her other breast to suckle, his hand traveled along the crease, moving ever closer to her sheath. The tip of his finger traced along the plump lips of her labia, the slick moisture coating his fingers.
“Damn, baby, I could fuck you right now. You’re so ready for me.” He moved his finger over her, rimming her tiny, fluttering opening, soaking in her whimpers of pleasure.
Slow, dammit, he reminded himself again. Keep it gentle. He was going to make her come first, let her pleasure fill the ache within him, stoke the fire burning him up.
*
Jenna knew this couldn’t be a dream; her dreams never felt this good. Her dreams didn’t make her feel so alive. Nic was still the gentle lover of her dreams, but now his touch took on a desperate urgency that was all too real and all too compelling. She pushed her hand into his long hair. Locking the long strands between her fingers, Jenna led his lips back to her nipple, where he plucked it with his lips, scraped it with his fangs.
His hand traced her plump lower lips, mapping them with his fingers, splitting them apart with his thumb. His middle finger stroked maddening circles around her entrance, rimming her opening with a light touch, whipping her body toward madness. Jenna’s hips rose, begging for him to enter her, plunge his finger in deeply, fill her up. She wanted him to slide into her and fuck her now, but he ignored her silent pleas. He was relentless with his hand, pushing that maddening finger just inside only to retreat, drawing out her creamy arousal.
“Baby, so fucking wet.” His voice was barely audible. He’d rested his forehead against her breasts and tipped his face down so he could watch his hand on her pussy. No, she realized, he was watching his hand in her pussy, staring at her like he was in awe of her body’s reaction to his touch. Jenna’s whole body burned with her rosy blush.
Any embarrassment she experienced at her moist state died a quick death as Nic finally pressed his thick finger fully into her. He slid it back and forth, the friction intense, and when she arched against him begging for more, he pulled out and added a second finger, leisurely exploring her channel. She wiggled, moaning and crying with his increasing strokes.
His busy fingers found a spot within that shot pure fire through her, causing her to scream aloud. The sensation was so new, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Oh, God…” His eyes glittered up at her, lightning flashed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Oh, Nic…” He kept his finger on that spot, drinking in her wild response.
“You like that, hmm?” He dipped his head, lapping softly at her nipple without taking his eyes from hers. “Move your hips for me, Jenna. Ride my hand, my fingers.
Watch me, Beloved.”
He brought his free hand to her clit, his fingers sliding easily around the tight bud.
Her legs trembled when his thumb and first finger pinched her tight cherry. The sensation was too much. Jenna couldn’t stop the cries rippling from between her lips. Nic captured those cries in his mouth and stroked faster. She was going to die from the ecstasy his hands were giving her; she was going to go up in flames. A hot spot started deep in her core, a sweet burn that began slowly branching its way out.
Her legs drew up, her muscles clamping down hard around his taunting fingers, and liquid heat poured from her. Her cry was one long, pure note, filling the air as her orgasm shook her from the inside out.
*
Nic sat up, yanking at the buttons on his jeans. He fucking needed her now. She was so damned responsive to the slightest of his touches, her body taking what he gave and asking for more. He licked her juices from each finger and his palm while he ripped his boxers down with his free hand.
His cock finally sprang free; he was so hard he hurt. Grabbing the pulsing head, he stroked up and down his shaft, trying to calm the ache enough to make it last. Jenna watched him licking her taste from his hand, then her eyes darted to his dick. She licked her lips, like she wanted to eat him alive. His hand swept through the pre-cum on his engorged head.
“See what you do to me, Beloved? I knew it would be this way with us, Jenna.” Reaching out his free hand, he cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb over her soft, red lower lip. All the while her eyes stayed glued to his hand on his cock.
“I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone else since I started dreaming of you. You are the only one who does this to me now, Jenna.” Her tongue touched her lip, causing a lash of fire on his balls.
“No more nights spent jacking off to our dreams,” he groaned. Her mouth formed a perfect little “O”, and Nic smiled. She was going to use that supple mouth on him later, but not now. Now, he was going to be inside of her tight walls.
“Spread your thighs for me, Beloved. Let me see all of you, wide open and ready to take me.”
With an uncertain look, Jenna brought her knees up, planted her feet on the bed and allowed her legs to fall open. Her glistening wetness was exquisitely displayed for Nic’s hungry gaze.
“Put your hands above your head, Jenna. I want you stretched out for me when I feast on you.”
He saw her uncertainty fade under his ravenous stare. He let go of his cock and guided her hands, wrapping her fingers around the bars at the head of the bed. Her breasts stuck out proudly, her nipples tight, shiny and red from his mouth. Nic’s stomach clenched hard as she gazed up at him with all the trust in the world. He’d been desired by women before, but not like this. Not with the kind of need written across Jenna’s pretty face.
He positioned himself at her entrance, stroking his cock once. His hands curled around her knees, opening her up wider and pushing them toward her chest. Nic was large, and even though Jenna was slick and ready, he knew it was going to be a tight fit.
Slowly he slipped the full head of his cock through her opening and into her tight passage. He hissed between his teeth as her pussy wrapped tightly around his aching dick, and her gasps filled the room.
“Oh God, Jenna. You are so. Fucking. Tight.” He threw his head back, his mouth open as he tunneled deeper into her. It was an erotic fight, her body adjusting to his length and girth. She was sucking him slowly within her walls, and he was her willing prisoner.
Finally he was seated fully inside her, and Nic paused, clawing at the memory of sanity and control. Her voluptuous hips began to push up into his, and Nic began the slow, torturous process of dragging his hyper-sensitive cock through her clenching folds without losing all control. He called on all the restraint he could muster. Her body was fucking incredible, all soft curves cushioning his hard lines.
“Wrap your legs around me, Jenna,” he breathed. His mouth moved to her ear, hovering there as he tried to slow his harsh breathing.
Her mile-long legs wrapped over his hi
ps, drawing him even deeper into the haven of her body.
“How do I feel to you, Beloved?” She moaned in answer and he moved deeper, in and out. “Tell me,” he demanded as he shifted, grinding his pubic bone over her swollen mound.
“Oh, Nico,” he thrust hard when she spoke his name, wondering if the sound of his name on her lips would ever fail to arrow straight to his dick. “I feel so full, Nico." She cried, raising her hips to meet him, “But I need more.”
“Like this,” he asked, thrusting hard twice. Her body tightened on him.
“Yes,” she hissed, “but more, harder, Nico. I need you harder.” He gladly answered her plea.
The rhythm he set had her nails scraping down his back. She thrashed from side to side. Damn, was all he could think. Fuck, she was a wild one. Nic loved every second of the hungry pleas pouring from her ripe body and luscious lips.
“More,” she screamed, biting at his chest. Nic pumped harder now, letting loose the careful control he’d been fighting to keep. He leaned forward, licking her face, her neck.
Her hands tangled in the long ends of his hair, tugging his body into a tense arch over her, and her eyes raced over him, zeroing in on the place they were joined like a laser beam.
The sight of them together wrenched a gasp from her lips, and her inner muscles fluttered over the length of his cock. That was all it took.
Throwing his head back, Nic slammed deeply into her. Jenna screamed as her orgasm pounded through her, taking her breath away. She surrounded him, held him tight inside of her as he pumped once, twice and on the third howled Jenna’s name and came as he’d never come before, his seed shooting almost violently from his body and into hers.
She touched his face, gentling his frantic pace.