breasts in turn as his hand wandered to the nexus between my legs. “Spread your legs for me, love. Let me touch you.”
I complied and he stroked my core with a gentle finger, making me shiver.
“Try not to worry. Just let go and trust me.” He paused to look up at me, holding my gaze until I nodded under the weight of his attention. His eyes had a knack for making me feel as if the world was spinning while I stood still.
Kristos nuzzled my breast, lips closing softly over my nipple, his tongue probing and caressing it into a hard nub. Desire shot through my body as if my nipple was the ‘power button’ for my sexuality. Wetness gathered in my center, coating his hand, which had never stopped touching me.
He gave me a wide grin that told me my response was just what he wanted and promised more. Turning his attentions to the other breast, he lashed the nipple into a stiff peak. Between my breasts and the stimulation of my overheated core, my hips began to circle as the energy of desire pooled between my legs with no place to go. The need for a release mounted and I looked at Kristos with wide, pleading eyes.
He chuckled. “You win.”
“Win what?” I asked, my voice a breathy pant.
“The title of hottest virgin I’ve ever met.” He ran one hand over my stomach, smiling as it trembled at the contact. “You’re so ready and I’ve barely touched you.”
I bit my lip, uncomfortable at the compliment.
“I wouldn’t do that. It makes me want to bite.” He smiled wide, revealing fangs at the ready. Removing his hand from my core, he put a finger to my mouth, tugging my lip out from under my teeth. “Taste yourself.” He pushed his finger into my mouth. With hesitant swipes of my tongue, I licked and a salty, musky flavor hit my taste buds. It was me, I realized. It was all my desire, all the pent-up need his touch had made tangible.
“Are you going to feed from me now?” I asked, suddenly tight with the wrong kind of tension. I was afraid of what I was about to do. Lost in unknown territory with a guide who could make me purr with his touch alone or rip my throat out with sharp, pointy teeth.
He pursed his lips and looked at me for a moment. “Not yet. For us, sex is like picking fruit. Green on the vine is bitter. I want you at your ripest, fullest moment.” He kissed my shoulder and fondled my breast. “When you come for me, then I’ll drink. Just a small taste, love. You’ll hardly miss it.”
Kristos pushed me back on the bed and then pulled my hips down to the edge of the mattress as he kneeled between my legs.
“Will it hurt?” I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him as his gaze focused on my wet center.
“No more than a sting, but you’ll be way past feeling anything but pleasure.” Hooking my knees over his arms, he spread my legs wide and covering my core with soft, fluttering kisses. Just as I became accustomed to that, his tongue parted my folds and flicked the sensitive nub there.
I gasped and arched off the bed.
“Everything all right?”
I lifted my head to see him watching me with an amused expression. “Yes,” I managed to say breathlessly.
“I know the first time can be scary. Especially today. Americans are raised to believe in romance. I come from a time, Myra, when fucking the right man was everything and love had little value.” He dipped his head between my legs again and wiggled his tongue up and down, making my thighs clench, grasping at nothing.
Despite the carnal distraction of his mouth, I asked, “When was that?”
“Ancient Rome.” He paused to pull my clit into his mouth with gentle suction. My hands fisted in the sheets and my hips twisted in bigger and bigger circles, until he had to push them firmly back down to the bed. “What I’m saying is, you have chosen well and you are securing your family’s future. There is great honor in that. There will be time for romance later. For now, let yourself go and trust me to take you
I complied and he stroked my core with a gentle finger, making me shiver.
“Try not to worry. Just let go and trust me.” He paused to look up at me, holding my gaze until I nodded under the weight of his attention. His eyes had a knack for making me feel as if the world was spinning while I stood still.
Kristos nuzzled my breast, lips closing softly over my nipple, his tongue probing and caressing it into a hard nub. Desire shot through my body as if my nipple was the ‘power button’ for my sexuality. Wetness gathered in my center, coating his hand, which had never stopped touching me.
He gave me a wide grin that told me my response was just what he wanted and promised more. Turning his attentions to the other breast, he lashed the nipple into a stiff peak. Between my breasts and the stimulation of my overheated core, my hips began to circle as the energy of desire pooled between my legs with no place to go. The need for a release mounted and I looked at Kristos with wide, pleading eyes.
He chuckled. “You win.”
“Win what?” I asked, my voice a breathy pant.
“The title of hottest virgin I’ve ever met.” He ran one hand over my stomach, smiling as it trembled at the contact. “You’re so ready and I’ve barely touched you.”
I bit my lip, uncomfortable at the compliment.
“I wouldn’t do that. It makes me want to bite.” He smiled wide, revealing fangs at the ready. Removing his hand from my core, he put a finger to my mouth, tugging my lip out from under my teeth. “Taste yourself.” He pushed his finger into my mouth. With hesitant swipes of my tongue, I licked and a salty, musky flavor hit my taste buds. It was me, I realized. It was all my desire, all the pent-up need his touch had made tangible.
“Are you going to feed from me now?” I asked, suddenly tight with the wrong kind of tension. I was afraid of what I was about to do. Lost in unknown territory with a guide who could make me purr with his touch alone or rip my throat out with sharp, pointy teeth.
He pursed his lips and looked at me for a moment. “Not yet. For us, sex is like picking fruit. Green on the vine is bitter. I want you at your ripest, fullest moment.” He kissed my shoulder and fondled my breast. “When you come for me, then I’ll drink. Just a small taste, love. You’ll hardly miss it.”
Kristos pushed me back on the bed and then pulled my hips down to the edge of the mattress as he kneeled between my legs.
“Will it hurt?” I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him as his gaze focused on my wet center.
“No more than a sting, but you’ll be way past feeling anything but pleasure.” Hooking my knees over his arms, he spread my legs wide and covering my core with soft, fluttering kisses. Just as I became accustomed to that, his tongue parted my folds and flicked the sensitive nub there.
I gasped and arched off the bed.
“Everything all right?”
I lifted my head to see him watching me with an amused expression. “Yes,” I managed to say breathlessly.
“I know the first time can be scary. Especially today. Americans are raised to believe in romance. I come from a time, Myra, when fucking the right man was everything and love had little value.” He dipped his head between my legs again and wiggled his tongue up and down, making my thighs clench, grasping at nothing.
Despite the carnal distraction of his mouth, I asked, “When was that?”
“Ancient Rome.” He paused to pull my clit into his mouth with gentle suction. My hands fisted in the sheets and my hips twisted in bigger and bigger circles, until he had to push them firmly back down to the bed. “What I’m saying is, you have chosen well and you are securing your family’s future. There is great honor in that. There will be time for romance later. For now, let yourself go and trust me to take you
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