wicked teasing, she surrendered to this new delightful torment. She now recognized herself as Elisha’s creature, his to command.
Rather than dim her arousal, her compliance heightened it. Being helpless to deny her captor his requirements, being totally under his control made her more eager, more aroused. As his full length submerged within her, she felt only gratitude to be his this way.
Naya had been a hostage to fortune, first as a helpless orphan, her destiny in the hands of others, then as Heriolf’s ward, terrorized by his warnings of what would happen should she leave the security of his protection. This was the first time she’d willingly given herself up to another, and she discovered a strange power in that surrender.
Plus Elisha had given her an out. With but a word from her lips she could reclaim control, ending his dominance over her in an instant. But as Elisha reversed course, drawing free of her clinging sheath, the friction of the movement sending scalding heat through her body, she wanted no command. Being under the vampire’s sway was a delight.
And now they were skin to skin, better than she’d imagined it would feel. His mouth covered hers, kissing as penetratingly deep as his cock in her vagina. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the nipples pebbling with reaction as they rubbed against his sprinkling of coarse hairs. Their bellies slid against each other. Elisha’s hands gripped her buttocks, angling her just so. His groin slapped against her, the sounds growing louder and faster as his control slipped and passion took over.
Every thrust in sent shocks of elation through Naya, and each breath she exhaled contained a cry of rising excitement. The denied orgasm was approaching once more, making her toes curl in her still-slippered feet. Elisha’s movements stimulated her clitoris, making bright counterpoints of ticklish ecstasy to the deeper heat building in her passage. He grunted with effort as he took her, making her feel his strength, his power, his all-encompassing need.
Tendrils of pleasure twisted her inside, double-knotting her guts. Naya was within reach of that peak again, climbing steadily to the top, the vampire inside her driving her mercilessly. She felt his fangs against her teeth, and she darted her tongue to lick them. A small intense pain added to the bliss of his possession as she nicked herself. With a gasp Elisha sucked her tongue into his mouth, drawing on the bit of blood the cut shed.
He moaned and shuddered as he tasted her most precious fluid. Naya felt his cock jerk inside her, and his rhythm stuttered. Drinking her in. Filling her up.
There was a moment of perfect equilibrium then, the moment of suspension as her body finally realized sublime nirvana. It was as if she went nova in a silent expansion of white-hot light, as if she was a star that had exploded and only the initial brightening could be discerned. Then the first mighty wave of shock blew out from her, shivering the very universe with its power, a final demonstration of immeasurable strength that destroyed as it was destroyed. Naya felt herself deliciously obliterated and gave herself to the carnage.
In the destruction there was peace, a leaving behind of grief. All knowledge of betrayal and loss disappeared, forgotten in the wasteland of rapture.
Chapter 6
Heriolf alighted inches from the steps to the church’s door. His guards and Lyndon landed well behind him, cringing at the sight of the derelict building. He smirked at their cowardice.
“Wait here.” He stomped up the stairs, yanking the rotted wooden door from its hinges and tossing it aside. He riolf cared not for gods, not even the ones his people had bowed to when he stilled lived. Holy ground most vampires feared disturbed him none.
He walked into the church and sensed Naya immediately. Her trail was bright here,
Rather than dim her arousal, her compliance heightened it. Being helpless to deny her captor his requirements, being totally under his control made her more eager, more aroused. As his full length submerged within her, she felt only gratitude to be his this way.
Naya had been a hostage to fortune, first as a helpless orphan, her destiny in the hands of others, then as Heriolf’s ward, terrorized by his warnings of what would happen should she leave the security of his protection. This was the first time she’d willingly given herself up to another, and she discovered a strange power in that surrender.
Plus Elisha had given her an out. With but a word from her lips she could reclaim control, ending his dominance over her in an instant. But as Elisha reversed course, drawing free of her clinging sheath, the friction of the movement sending scalding heat through her body, she wanted no command. Being under the vampire’s sway was a delight.
And now they were skin to skin, better than she’d imagined it would feel. His mouth covered hers, kissing as penetratingly deep as his cock in her vagina. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the nipples pebbling with reaction as they rubbed against his sprinkling of coarse hairs. Their bellies slid against each other. Elisha’s hands gripped her buttocks, angling her just so. His groin slapped against her, the sounds growing louder and faster as his control slipped and passion took over.
Every thrust in sent shocks of elation through Naya, and each breath she exhaled contained a cry of rising excitement. The denied orgasm was approaching once more, making her toes curl in her still-slippered feet. Elisha’s movements stimulated her clitoris, making bright counterpoints of ticklish ecstasy to the deeper heat building in her passage. He grunted with effort as he took her, making her feel his strength, his power, his all-encompassing need.
Tendrils of pleasure twisted her inside, double-knotting her guts. Naya was within reach of that peak again, climbing steadily to the top, the vampire inside her driving her mercilessly. She felt his fangs against her teeth, and she darted her tongue to lick them. A small intense pain added to the bliss of his possession as she nicked herself. With a gasp Elisha sucked her tongue into his mouth, drawing on the bit of blood the cut shed.
He moaned and shuddered as he tasted her most precious fluid. Naya felt his cock jerk inside her, and his rhythm stuttered. Drinking her in. Filling her up.
There was a moment of perfect equilibrium then, the moment of suspension as her body finally realized sublime nirvana. It was as if she went nova in a silent expansion of white-hot light, as if she was a star that had exploded and only the initial brightening could be discerned. Then the first mighty wave of shock blew out from her, shivering the very universe with its power, a final demonstration of immeasurable strength that destroyed as it was destroyed. Naya felt herself deliciously obliterated and gave herself to the carnage.
In the destruction there was peace, a leaving behind of grief. All knowledge of betrayal and loss disappeared, forgotten in the wasteland of rapture.
Chapter 6
Heriolf alighted inches from the steps to the church’s door. His guards and Lyndon landed well behind him, cringing at the sight of the derelict building. He smirked at their cowardice.
“Wait here.” He stomped up the stairs, yanking the rotted wooden door from its hinges and tossing it aside. He riolf cared not for gods, not even the ones his people had bowed to when he stilled lived. Holy ground most vampires feared disturbed him none.
He walked into the church and sensed Naya immediately. Her trail was bright here,
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