Rose

Chapter 9. Heaven

When his lips part in shock I slide my tongue in and taste his mouth. He tastes of the bourbon he was drinking, sweet honey and vanilla flavours with something almost spicy that I think is all him! It’s addictive. I want to drink his taste forever; his breathing starts to hitch and I can smell the musky scent of his arousal. I smile against his mouth. Changing my posture, I crawl across his lap, facing him. I don’t want to break the kiss but I suspect he’s going to need to breath soon. Leaning back, my face inches from his I look into his eyes, they are wide with shock and dark with desire, he’s panting. Oh lord I can feel his hardness under my bottom, where I am sat astride him, his bulge is pressed up against me. I can feel him pulse through the fabric of our clothes. Very slowly he raises his hands to my waist. His thumbs traveling up my ribs while his fingers travel up my back. He’s taking my shirt up with him. He’s slowly unpeeling my top from me. I grin. I lift my arms so the top lifts over my head. 

His eyes get even darker and my top drops onto the floor. His fingers slowly start to travel back down my back, stopping to undo the clasp of my bra in passing. I shrug a little so my bra straps fall and the whole thing slides forwards down my arms and into my lap. The bra quickly joins the top on the floor. Daryn groans and leans forward, taking my right n****e into his mouth he traces his tongue round and round, his hot mouth making me feel so aware of every little movement, he sucks and nips before transferring his attention to the other side. My wet n****e instantly chills without his mouth, contacting to a hard point against the cool air the sensation is both a teasing pain and a tingle of wanting him back. One of his hands is at the base of my neck supporting my head, the other in the middle of my back, I lean back into him letting him take my weight while I give him space to work his magic on me my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. I can feel a connection between my n*****s and my core, the more he sucks and licks and nips at them the more I ache between my legs. I need to do something, and a primaeval knowledge makes me start to rock my hips, rubbing against him. Even through my clothes it can feel him. I need more, I know I need him to do more! His growl-groan rumbles from his throat and vibrates through my chest.

“Tell me when to stop Rose” he says “because if you don’t I won’t!” I don’t want him to stop doing anything I want him to do more! Much much more!

Daryn stands up with me still held against his chest. I lock my legs around his hips and tighten my grip on his shoulders. Looking only into his face as he carries me back towards the bedroom the transfusion took place in. He lowers us both onto the bed. Me on my back and him above me, my legs still locked around his waist. Propping himself up on his hands he again says “Tell me when to stop Rose” I shake my head no way I’m not stopping now!

Within seconds he back to kissing me, his tongue flicking between my lips, I can feel his teeth, his wolf canines are extended. I can feel my own fangs are fully out as well. I tug at his shirt. “Not fair you’re still dresses” I moan at him. He lifts his head and kneels back, depriving me of his whole body and his warm mouth. Crossing his hands at his waist he pulls his shirt off in one move. And I get the glorious view of his chest. Ever muscle is sculpted. I can see the dips and definitions between his pecks and his abs. There is hair across his chest, circling his n*****s and down in a line, disappearing below under his belt. I reach up and tentatively trace all of his muscles, one by one.   His breath hitches the lower down his body my fingers trace. His eyes now so dark the are pretty much black with desire. I slowly run one finger nail down his side, he flinches and a tiny smile crosses his perfect lips. “Tickles” he moans. I’ll save that thought for later. I don’t know how he is kneeling still the tightness of his bulge against the trousers must be making this actually painful. I reach to undo his belt and he sucks his tummy in even further at my touch, a gap appears between his belly and the waistband of his jeans. I dip the tips of my fingers into the gap. The noise he makes is more of a growl than anything I have ever heard. I freeze. That’s a growl that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. And I am suddenly very away that no matter how fast or strong I am I’m very vulnerable lying under him. I stare up at him. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, that pulse jumping hard in his throat.

He moves off the bed. Standing beside it he takes a really deep breath in. Loosing the air back out slowly. He swipes his hand through his hair.

I rise onto my knees. I’m more level with him now and looking up into his face. I want to know what I did wrong? Did I hurt him? He opens his eyes, still dark black with desire. His arousal scent is so strong it is making my head spin. His whole-body smells of spicy musk. There is a fine sheen of sweat across his chest making his skin glisten.

“Do you really want his? Or is it the blood?” he asks. My mouth drops open. In all honesty I don’t actually know. I’m certainly not going to change my mind and I’m in no way unable to say no. I think its me. I say so “This is me. All of me and I really want you!” I say. Reaching forwards I put my hands on his chest and peck a kiss on his lips. “But I do understand if this isn’t right for you. We can stop. It has to be the same for both of us.” I’m surprised to feel real disappointment. A stabbing pain in my chest. He shakes his head.

“I’ve got to be sure!” I nod, yes this has to be an even thing. But if he’s feeling what I was he must be super strong to step back. I don’t think I could have. I run a finger back down his centre line. Following the hair down to his bellybutton. He moans. I peek up at him. I move my fingers back to the top of his jeans and using super-fast speed undo his belt. Then, more slowly, I pop the top stud on his jeans. His eyes go wide. His breath hitches and in return he reaches forwards and slowly pops the top button on my trousers. I pop the second one of his and he applies just enough pull to the top of my trousers’ zip for it to slowly start to travel downwards. Now its my tummy tightening up and creating a gap. I’d not seen the need to wear nice sexy underwear when I set out to try and contact the wolves, but at least I was wearing something lacy, even if it was in a more covering fashion. I pop the third stud and wonder how I’m going to get the trousers off him. His bulge seems to be holding them up by itself. I look up at him helpless. He grins. By mutual unsaid agreement we both remove our own trousers, and while he steps out of his he toes off his socks. Now we are just in our undies. Mine a teal green high waist lase and elastic look while his boxers are a blue check. He’s tented the cotton now he’s removed his jeans. He looks huge, even covered and restrained by the fabric. I gulp. Oh boy!!

He slowly drops his boxers; his whole magnificent body is stood right there in front of me. I’m back kneeling on the bed, and I can feel my core is slick, and waiting for him. I let me gave go from his lower legs, his calf muscles are defined and perfect, his knees and then his thighs. Oh, his thighs so thick, pure muscle, strong and solid. Then his manhood. I feel myself take a deep breath. He’s huge! Its standing and twitching slightly as he feels my gaze, I look up his perfectly flat belly, the abs I’ve traced my fingers over, up the line of hair to his chest. A solid wall of muscle. His throat with that jumping pulse and on to his face. He has a smile on his lips and a question in his eyes. Ready? I nod. Oh yes!! I have no idea what to do next through. He crawls on the bed and up my, slowly steamrollering me back and flat against the bed with his body weight. He starts kissing me again. I can hear him muttering to me, how perfect I am, how beautiful. His wonderful fingers work their way over the band of my panties, slowly dipping beneath and then tugging them down, I tilt my hips and lift my but a little to give him the room to move them, once he’s got them down to my knees he sits back and peels them down and off my ankles. I have never been this undressed in front of a man before. He settles himself back between my legs and I open them to him. And … he stops. Looking down at my face while his length rests against my upper thigh. I twine my arms around his neck pulling him down to me. I need his kiss right now. I think the next bit is going to hurt!

As we kiss, I feel him settle himself between my thighs the tip of his manhood resting against my opening. And then he gently tilts his hips. Not a lot, but enough that now the very tip of him is spreading me open. And then, one thrust! He breaks though the last bit of me. I feel the snap and the tear of the skin. I gasp and flinch away from him. I don’t mean to but I cannot help it. I knew it was going to happen but I had no idea what it would actually feel like.

Daryn freezes. Feeling himself break into me. He looks down.

“What?? How??” I shrug I welcome the pause, letting myself adjust to how it feels to have him deep inside me. I can feel the sharp pain across my opening, the stretch where he fills and presses against the sore flesh, then I can feel the length and thickness of him inside me, stretching and pressing against my very core.

“I never met anyone I want to!” I said “Like I never met anyone who made me want to bite!” You seem to be the only person I’ve ever met to make me want both!” He suddenly gets his goofy grin. I blush. i***t man! Then he rocks his hips, no withdraw and thrust just a tiny movement. My eyes open wide. Ohmygosh! That feels so different. I can feel my pulse down where it is sore. Where we fully meet. Slowly the rocking motion of his hips becomes more pronounced. He pulls back further and thrusts in deeper on each turn. Eventually I have my legs locked around his hips and he almost fully leaves my body only to thrust back in as deep as he can, burying himself within me. Whatever he’s doing is perfect. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, there is a heavy pressure building in my brain and my body is craving more and more. I lose control of myself, breaking into a million sparkles inside my brain. I feel his rhythm change and he pushes one last deep thrust groaning above me. My back arches of its own will, lifting my chest off the bed, I feel my sensitive n*****s rub against his chest hair.  And I feel him bite me! His teeth sink into the flesh of my chest above my left breast. I cry out. Push him away but he is lost, locked in as he empties himself inside me. I feel the hot pulse of his c*m and the sharp sting of his fangs. My teeth are out, the feelings inside my head have total control, I sink my teeth into the top of his shoulder, and I feel his hot blood in my mouth it’s the most amazing exquisite taste and feeling I have ever experience and it feels absolutely right.