Chapter Six
His arms were strong and when they wrapped around Avery she melted into him. He held her tightly as his lips crashed against hers. His kiss was strong and fearsome, as if he worried she might disappear and he needed to make every moment count.
Avery closed her eyes as the world fell from beneath her feet. She didn’t know which way was up or down. All she knew were Alastair’s strong hands on her back. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him even closer. She wanted him and he needed to know it.
Her tongue danced with his, occasionally grazing over his sharp fangs. They were like razors and at first she shied away from them, but then a wicked thought came to her. She kissed him deeply and then swiped her tongue across his fang. She stopped short when she felt the pain from the cut as her mouth filled with the tangy metallic taste of her own blood.
He grabbed her tightly by her shoulders, enraptured by the taste. Letting out a low growl he broke the kiss, but held her close looking deeply into her eyes.
He pulled her against his hips and she could feel his erection through his pants. He leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue grazing over hers tasting her blood. He clutched at her thin dress, taking handfuls of it and pulling at it, quickly lifting it over her head and dropping it to the floor.
“God, you're so beautiful,” he said, looking at her through her thin shift. Avery couldn’t look him in the eye. She felt her face go red and she stared at the floor, suddenly self-conscious.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked moving closer. He pressed a cold finger to her cheek. “When you flush like this, I lose myself. I would give up my entire Kingdom for you.”
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, pushing her against his erection and letting out a low moan.
Avery traced a line along his jaw and down his neck, touching his smooth chest where his jacket opened. “You’re wearing far too much clothing,” she said looking up into his eyes. She grabbed at the jacket, but her hands were clumsy and slow, so he took it and ripped it from his body.
Avery took a moment to look at him. He had a strong chest, with well-defined muscles scattered with scars. She frowned as she looked at them, touching a long painful looking mark that went diagonally down his body.
“Who gave you this?” she asked.
“A Mage from The Sands, he just missed my heart,” as he said the words he took her hand and held it over his chest. She could feel the steady drumbeat beneath his skin.
“I’ll kill him for it,” she said as she leaned down and kissed the old wound, stroking his skin with her tongue.
He held her head and gave out a shuddered sigh. “You need not worry. He did not survive the battle.”
“Good,” she said as she stood straight to face him. Her hands found his belt and she unbuckled it and let his pants fall to the floor. He stood up straight and she took him in her hand. Letting his head fall back he let out a low groan as she lightly grazed her hand over his length.
He broke away from her and with a tearing sound, he ripped her slip apart. He shredded it in his hands as Avery stood naked in front of him. Alastair gazed at her skin and then moved closer. He touched every part of her, her breasts, her hips, her thighs. He moved from place to place clutching and grabbing at her as he kissed her fiercely.
Their naked bodies were pressed together, rubbing up against each other. Avery gasped as he kissed her and grabbed her ass and massaged her breast. There was so much happening all at once. She was lost in a sea of touch and caresses. She moaned out the word yes.
Holding onto her, Alastair took a few steps back and then the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat down on the edge.
Avery stood in front of him. He growled as he caressed her hips and the back of her thighs and then he pulled her in close and took her breast in his mouth. She threw back her head. He was consuming her and she let him. He bit gently on her nipple, flicking the sensitive skin with his tongue. She gasped and grabbed his head, running her hands through his hair.
She felt his cool hand slip between her thighs. She was already wet and he licked between her breasts as his fingers stroked long and slow inside of her. She strained for his touch, pushing herself towards him. He found the most sensitive place inside of her and when he touched it, it was like stroking a fire.
His touch was relentless. He was slowly grazing over her most sensitive areas, building up an uncontrollable ecstasy inside of her. Clinging to his shoulders her body writhed and twisted as he continued to kiss and bite her chest.
“Yes, Alastair, yes!” she cried out. Her thighs were quivering and a bolt of sudden pleasure rocked through her.
Then she was airborne, Alastair picked her up and threw her back on the bed. She landed on her back and bounced once. She missed his hand and she couldn’t help the desperate moan that escaped her throat. He had left her on the edge pulling his hand out just before she was engulfed with pleasure.
He moved between her legs, opening her up before him. Avery lay on her back, naked and exposed, but not afraid. She looked into his eyes as he traced a finger down her collarbone then down to her breast where he encircled her nipple. He gripped her thighs tightly. HIs engorged cock hovered in the air between them.
“I want you,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you inside of me.”
Her words pushed him over the edge and in a moment he was on her. He kissed and licked at her neck and Avery’s fingers grabbed the sheets as he entered her. It took her body a moment to adjust to his size. She let out a loud moan as he began to thrust in and out of her.
He pinned her arms to either side of her head with his strong hands holding her down. Avery moved her hips beneath him. Matching him thrust for thrust. He leaned down to kiss her and she eagerly devoured him. She wanted to touch every part of him, feel every inch.
“Yes, keep going,” she whispered.
But to her surprise, he slowed down.
“I want to drink from you,” he whispered in her ear. Avery shuddered. The need in his voice was palpable. It was a need for her and her alone. She was the only person that could give him what he wanted. “I want to bite into your neck as you come,” he hissed.
She writhed underneath him, he was moving so slowly, but he was stroking her at just the right angle. His every movement was tantalizing, building up the pressure until she was sure it was going to consume her.
“Yes, please. Yes,” Avery whispered. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. She wanted him inside of her and draining her all at the same time. It was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, safety and danger.
He released her wrist and she froze for a moment, unsure of what she should do next. But his hand merely moved down between them. He began to stroke her again, moving his fingers over her as his hips continued to thrust.
“Yes,” she moaned again. Her arms were around him, digging into his back, urging him on.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he said.
“I’m close,” she cried out. He had been keeping her just on the edge and now it seemed like he was going to finally push her over. She rocked against him, a fantastic pleasure taking over her body. It coursed through her veins, his every stroke building more and more pleasure with her.
“Now,” she cried out. “Bite me now.”
It happened in an instant. His teeth grazed her neck as his fingers spun and then his teeth pierced her skin at the same moment her orgasm overtook her. She screamed out the word yes as her body writhed beneath his. He held her tightly and drank eagerly. Her pounding heart sent blood gushing into his mouth and she could feel it trickling down her neck.
With a final thrust and groan, he finished, as both of their hearts slowed. He detached from her neck and lay gasping on top of her for a moment before rolling over and lying next to her.
“Are you alright?” he asked, licking the last of the blood from her neck.
“Are you kidding me?” she giggled. She was on her back, staring at the ceiling. “That was amazing.”