Chapter Ten
Zane couldn’t get them to his bed fast enough. The fact that Ella could be so powerful might have turned most men off, but Zane found her strength exciting. Just another fascinating aspect to a beautifully complex woman.
Now if only she could direct that power long enough for him to finally claim her body and make her his. He thanked the fact that condoms, a revolting invention of this century, wouldn’t be needed since, not only did vampires carry no diseases, their undead status made it impossible for them to impregnate women.
Frantic with need, their hands tore at the each other’s clothing, buttons popping in their frenzy. Her mouth clung to his hotly and her passionate moans and erratic caresses as she tried to touch him all over at once fired his blood and made him swell hard enough to burst.
He toppled them onto the bed, skin to skin. Her legs parted to allow him to settle himself between them. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she pressed her lips hard against his, her mouth open so that her tongue could dance wetly in with his.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he licked his way down her neck, not even pausing at the vein that throbbed in her neck. He latched instead onto a pink nipple, her cry of delight making his cock jerk impatiently.
He wanted to plunge into her velvety wetness so bad. Even if she couldn’t control the souls, he’d fuck her tonight. He could wait no longer and would suffer the painful consequences if need be.
Her breasts quivered under his oral onslaught, the nubs tight as he nibbled them one after another. He let his hand drift down to quest between her legs, her moist juices making him thirsty for something other than blood. Eager to taste her again, he slid down her body, his mouth seeking and finding her molten core.
Laving her with his tongue, he devoured her sweet nectar, his hands holding her down even as she bucked and thrashed. When her first orgasm hit, he slid his finger into her tight sheath almost coming at the exquisite feel of her muscles clenching around his digit.
Applying his tongue to her, he built up her pleasure again, bringing her back to the brink.
Moaning a “please” that he could not ignore, he slid up her body, the thick head of his cock nudging her moist entrance.
A cool breeze blew through the room. But he remained unassaulted. He’d had Hendricks prepare the room ahead of time. No loose objects remained. Frustrated, the spirits pulled at him with ghostly fingers.
“Ella,” he murmured, refusing to budge.
Opening passion glazed eyes that shone with power, he felt rather than saw her push away the souls that would prevent their joining.
“Love me, Zane,” she whispered.
“Forever,” he replied and he thrust into her.
The hands that stroked his back clawed him for a moment as he breached her maidenhead and a chill wind blew across his feverish skin. Zane held his position for a moment, trying to not breathe too deeply the scent of the blood—the pure blood—he felt trickling. Slowly, he moved inside her, her exquisite tightness almost making him cum.
Reining in his desire to pound her and shoot his cream, he stroked her slowly, allowing her to get used to his size. Soon, she forgot the pain of his entry and she clung to him in passion again. Her hips finding his rhythm and matching it.
Increasing his pace, he leaned down and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Faster, he thrust, her whimpering cries building in intensity until with a drawn out scream, she orgasmed around his cock, the tightness of her sex making him bellow in return as he came inside of her, marking her forever more as his.
Shaken by the intensity of their lovemaking, he stared down at her. There is no denying it. I, a three hundred plus year old vampire, have fallen in love.
* * * *
“I love you.”
Ella’s breath stopped. Surely she’d misunderstood. Perhaps her mind still played tricks on her. She opened her eyes and saw Zane gazing down at her intently.
“What did you say?”
“I love you, moonbeam.”
Tears brimmed in her eyes and her lips trembled. She wanted to speak. To tell him she loved him too, but her throat closed tight even though she’d craved this moment all her life.
Tender fingers wiped the tears that leaked. “Don’t cry. I know you’ve been hurt all your life and lonely. Never again. I promise.”
Ella still couldn’t speak, but she smiled tremulously and nodded her head.
“Come. Let me bathe the blood off you before I treat you like dinner.”
Ella giggled at his poor excuse of a joke, a laughter that turned into a squeal when he swept her into his arms and carried her into his bathroom.
He ran the water with her snuggled on his lap. Ella could have stayed like that forever. She hugged him, her cheek pressed against his chest and couldn’t believe how lucky she’d suddenly gotten.
A luck that improved even more when he climbed into the bath with her and with dexterous fingers bathed her.
Ella leaned back against him, smiling when his cock, already hard again, nudged her backside. The voices had stayed quiet since she’d pushed them away in the bedroom.
And if they knew what was good for them, they’d stay quiet.
Soapy fingers rubbed at her breasts and Ella watched in erotic fascination as he tweaked her nipples until they both pointed proudly from her chest. Slowly, he slid his hand down her stomach into the water, finding and lightly stroking her. Ella’s breath hitched as he rubbed her clit, stoking the fire that hadn’t left her body since she’d met him.
“Get on your knees and grab the edge of the tub,” he ordered.
She didn’t argue, the passion controlling her actions. Her hands gripped the cold edge of the tub as she knelt on her knees which had the effect of putting her bottom almost in his face, right where he wanted her.
Clasping each of her cheeks with a hand, he buried his face between the crevice. Ella shuddered in anticipation. He spread her wide and licked her from her tight puckered hole to her sensitized clit.
“Oh do that again,” she moaned.
Slowly, he licked her front to back, then back to front. Ella clutched the side of the tub desperately.
“Do you like it when I lick you?” he asked gruffly putting action to his words.
Shuddering, Ella replied.” Yes. Oh, yes.”
Grunting in satisfaction at her words, he delved between her wet folds, nuzzling her sex.
With an oath, he pulled away and Ella looked over her shoulder at him.
“Please, don’t stop.”
“I can still smell the blood of your breaching. I dare not taste you ‘til you heal, else I might not control myself.”
“Then bite me,” she said, wiggling her bottom at him. “I told you that I wanted to be the one to feed you and I meant it. I love you.” She said the words finally, the fierce look of joy on his face jolting her in a pleasurable way.
With no further encouragement, his mouth sucked her plump lips, his tongue spreading her and stabbing at her sheathe. His fingers dug into her buttocks as he kept her spread for his enjoyment. Pleasure coiled inside her, her womb tightening and readying itself to cum again. Taking his mouth off her sex, he replaced it with two probing fingers and as he stroked her wet insides, his lips brushed the tender skin of her thigh. Then he bit her.
* * * *
Immediately she came, keening his name, her pelvic muscles spasming around his fingers as he sucked her and prolonged her orgasm. Zane, in the back of his mind, realized he’d shot his own load of cum, so intense was the rapture that went through him at the taste of her blood. Unlike the small taste he’d gotten previously, this was a thick, undiluted meal, and it went beyond pleasurable right into fucking amazing; mind blowing, and even those words didn’t come close to explaining how it felt.
He also found he didn’t need as much for strength to course through him, energizing him like he’d never imagined.
Wrapping a drowsy Ella in a towel, he carried her back to bed and tucked her in.
Dawn still lay a few hours away and the blood he’d ingested made him too restless to sleep yet.
“I’m going to work in my office for a bit,” he said kissing her swollen lips.
“Love you,” she murmured closing her eyes.
“I love you too, moonbeam. I’ll see you when the sun sets.”
Leaving her sleeping, he went down to his office, but ran into Hendricks on the way.
“Master, a doctor came calling earlier this eve looking for the young lady.”
“What?” His words sent a chill of foreboding down Zane’s spine.
“He claimed he was Mistress Ella’s doctor and that he was looking for her.”
“You told him nothing?” said Zane sharply.
“Of course, I didn’t,” said Hendricks indignantly. “But as an added precaution, I’ve increased the security around the house and grounds.”
“Excellent. If Ella wakes before I do on the morrow, keep her close to the house.
Perhaps, I’ll take her to my villa in Italy for a while. It’s been a while since I’ve visited my estate there.” Actually the more he thought of it, the more he wanted to take Ella to see his other home. Take her away and show her the world and the wonders it had to offer. “On second thought, I will take her. Please see to the preparations.”
“A sound idea master. I will make arrangements for your departure.” With a short bow, Hendricks took his leave.
Restless, he pondered on what clue he’d inadvertently left at the institution that had led the human doctor here. He could think of nothing, and that worried him.
I will not allow this doctor to take my moonbeam. I’ll kill him first.