your belly. Not a half-born. Not an incentive.”
Her chest rose and fell with the lasting effects of their kiss, and he saw pained emotion in her brown eyes. Just as quickly she wiped it away, replacing it with the mask of strength normally found upon her countenance. Malcolm knew he would ponder it when once again alone.
“ You claim great emotion for a child you deny life,” she returned.
“ Pilar,” he ground out raggedly, “in the name of all you hold dear, remove yourself from my presence before I…”
One look at him altered her disposition. He turned back to face her breathing heavily, eyes blood red, their green-gold beauty hidden beneath fevered blood lust. She made to leave, to abandon her plan, but his thrall caught her, binding her in place as he slowly approached.
“ Malcolm?” she breathed in a hush, no notion of whether this was the same man she loved.
She had never seen him like this. He only came nearer.
Pressing his lips to her forehead, Malcolm’s hands trailed over her shoulders and arms as he breathed deeply, groaning low as his warm breath swept across her skin. He nestled hungrily against her neck, scraping his sharp incisors over her tender flesh. A whimper escaped her, and Pilar understood without doubt that she had overplayed her hand. In pressing him to reveal his feelings for her and in hopes of gaining recognition for her kind she had aroused the blood lust of a powerful ancient. The terrible truth dawned; he could take every drop, and she’d be helpless to stop him.
“ Pilar,” he murmured roughly against her skin.
His lips sucked at her flesh, trailing to her chest. Ripping her blouse open, he tore the lace covering her breasts and captured one dusky nipple in his bite.
She was lost to sensation. As a half-born and Druid priestess, Pilar had never taken a man to her bed. It was frowned upon as sexual urges could begin the Awakening that even her powerful enchantments would be unable to stop. Without thought she began undulating against the hand that stroked between her thighs, the material of her slacks an irritant she suddenly wished begone.
A troubled cry erupted as she discovered them gone, just as she had willed them. She was frightening herself, unable to summon the will to halt the progression she craved. Malcolm’s hands and lips deftly stroked her flesh, and he ground against her, the long, thick length of him pressing against her belly. Her body tightened deliciously, responding with warmth and wetness where before had been none.
He growled against her breast, “I can smell your desire, Pilar.” His voice was seductive, wicked, desirous, as he slid a finger along her virgin flesh. “So silky and wet,” he whispered, the sound of his voice touching somewhere deep inside her.
Malcolm slowly pushed his finger inside her and she cried out, the newness of being touched there along with his expert caresses more than she thought to bear. Her legs buckled, and but for his strength she would have melted to the ground.
“ And untried,” he husked, her virginity both pleasing and troubling.
He groaned in pleasure and frustration, dropping to suck at her petaled flesh as his finger stretched her. Tiny whimpers of pleasure caressed his ears, his thirst growing wild as she pressed against his mouth and hand. She was a virgin. Malcolm was too far gone to deny himself a drink of her. She cried out as release washed over her, and Malcolm rose, piercing her breast to at last indulge his craving. His bite produced another more intense orgasm, and Pilar bucked against him, desperate for his filling, his bite, his all, lost in the pleasure she enjoyed at his command. Malcolm nearly exploded at the taste of her. The urge to bare his cock and sink within her demanded obedience.
War raged within, his mind screaming that he bond with her, his heart yearning for the twining of their Fates. But Malcolm denied his desires, wrenching his lips from her breast and sealing her wound.
Her chest rose and fell with the lasting effects of their kiss, and he saw pained emotion in her brown eyes. Just as quickly she wiped it away, replacing it with the mask of strength normally found upon her countenance. Malcolm knew he would ponder it when once again alone.
“ You claim great emotion for a child you deny life,” she returned.
“ Pilar,” he ground out raggedly, “in the name of all you hold dear, remove yourself from my presence before I…”
One look at him altered her disposition. He turned back to face her breathing heavily, eyes blood red, their green-gold beauty hidden beneath fevered blood lust. She made to leave, to abandon her plan, but his thrall caught her, binding her in place as he slowly approached.
“ Malcolm?” she breathed in a hush, no notion of whether this was the same man she loved.
She had never seen him like this. He only came nearer.
Pressing his lips to her forehead, Malcolm’s hands trailed over her shoulders and arms as he breathed deeply, groaning low as his warm breath swept across her skin. He nestled hungrily against her neck, scraping his sharp incisors over her tender flesh. A whimper escaped her, and Pilar understood without doubt that she had overplayed her hand. In pressing him to reveal his feelings for her and in hopes of gaining recognition for her kind she had aroused the blood lust of a powerful ancient. The terrible truth dawned; he could take every drop, and she’d be helpless to stop him.
“ Pilar,” he murmured roughly against her skin.
His lips sucked at her flesh, trailing to her chest. Ripping her blouse open, he tore the lace covering her breasts and captured one dusky nipple in his bite.
She was lost to sensation. As a half-born and Druid priestess, Pilar had never taken a man to her bed. It was frowned upon as sexual urges could begin the Awakening that even her powerful enchantments would be unable to stop. Without thought she began undulating against the hand that stroked between her thighs, the material of her slacks an irritant she suddenly wished begone.
A troubled cry erupted as she discovered them gone, just as she had willed them. She was frightening herself, unable to summon the will to halt the progression she craved. Malcolm’s hands and lips deftly stroked her flesh, and he ground against her, the long, thick length of him pressing against her belly. Her body tightened deliciously, responding with warmth and wetness where before had been none.
He growled against her breast, “I can smell your desire, Pilar.” His voice was seductive, wicked, desirous, as he slid a finger along her virgin flesh. “So silky and wet,” he whispered, the sound of his voice touching somewhere deep inside her.
Malcolm slowly pushed his finger inside her and she cried out, the newness of being touched there along with his expert caresses more than she thought to bear. Her legs buckled, and but for his strength she would have melted to the ground.
“ And untried,” he husked, her virginity both pleasing and troubling.
He groaned in pleasure and frustration, dropping to suck at her petaled flesh as his finger stretched her. Tiny whimpers of pleasure caressed his ears, his thirst growing wild as she pressed against his mouth and hand. She was a virgin. Malcolm was too far gone to deny himself a drink of her. She cried out as release washed over her, and Malcolm rose, piercing her breast to at last indulge his craving. His bite produced another more intense orgasm, and Pilar bucked against him, desperate for his filling, his bite, his all, lost in the pleasure she enjoyed at his command. Malcolm nearly exploded at the taste of her. The urge to bare his cock and sink within her demanded obedience.
War raged within, his mind screaming that he bond with her, his heart yearning for the twining of their Fates. But Malcolm denied his desires, wrenching his lips from her breast and sealing her wound.
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