Page 22 of Cursebound
He drives them inside me, his palm crashing into me with each thrust. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder to open me wider, and his arm becomes a blur of movement as he shoves in and out of me with superhuman speed, so hard I’m driven up the bed.
Part of me registers pain, realizes that I’m going to be sore, but I don’t care. I am on fire, and when his eyes meet mine, silver rings shining in the darkness, a wild expression of lust on his face, it is enough. I explode into a million tiny pieces and am bombarded by peak after peak of delicious pleasure. I tremble and jerk and spasm as it flows over me, every cell in my being alive and screaming.
It takes me several minutes to come down from the high. Minutes where I cannot speak or move or do anything other than lie there, quivering around his fingers, weak and wasted, my limbs made of water.
Luca smiles at the sound of his fingers coming out of me, and then he licks them clean one at a time while I squirm in embarrassment. The sheets under me are damp, and my thighs are soaked with the evidence of how much I enjoyed what he did to me. I will be asking myself some troubling questions later, but for now, all I can do is marvel at what he made me feel.
“What about… you?” I gaze at his huge cock, still fully erect and ready to go, and gulp, unsure if I’m capable of dealing with that monster right now but willing to try.
He laughs and drops down on top of me. His dick nudges against my entrance, intruding slightly into my damp core. Umm, yeah. I’m definitely willing to try.
But he rolls off me and scoops me into his arms, laying my head on his chest. His hand goes to my hair, stroking it away from my face, and he dusts kisses across my forehead before he speaks. “Not yet, carissima, not yet. But you remember your promise? You will come here, and we will talk.”
“Just talk?”
“It will begin with that. It will end with you calling my name while I fuck you so hard you can’t think straight.”
Oh. Wow. I shake my head, trying to clear my confusion. Trying to find myself again. It’s like following a thread through a maze of lust. Every turn I take seems to land me right back where I started—imagining this man fucking me so hard I can’t think straight.
“So,” I say, tracing the outline of the silver dragon wings on his chest. “Just to get this straight… I’m not really here? This is what, a vision? A dream? How did you get in my head?”
“We are bound together, Rosa. I simply reached out and found you. I will explain more when I see you in the flesh. I will give you what answers I can.”
“But… Well, look, I know dreams can be vivid. My visions too. But I’m pretty sure my flesh was involved in that little scene.”
“Delicious flesh,” he says, nipping sharply at my shoulder, “that I will very much enjoy exploring.” Pulling back a bit, he blows out a breath. “Honestly, I don’t have all the answers yet. I didn’t even know if this would work. But I needed to get through to you. All those things I said the other night? They’re true. You are at risk, and I’m here to keep you safe… If you’ll let me. Only you can decide that.”
He presses himself up on one arm, his shadow looming over me. “Now, it’s time for you to wake up, Rosa. I’ll see you soon.”
CHAPTER 10
ROSA
Ijerk upright, eyes wide, heart racing. My hands go flat to my sides, touching the familiar contours of my own bed. I let my vision adjust and spot the landmarks of my room—my mother’s silver hairbrush on the dresser, the door to the closet full of my clothes, the TV on the wall. The glass of water I left on my bedside table only… how long ago?
I check my phone. Jeez. Less than an hour ago. It’s not even one in the morning, and I feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster for days. I frown, wondering what the fuck just happened. A wet dream? Or something more than that?
I scan my body, looking for evidence. My nipples are tender, and my wrists have faint marks around them. I wince as I gently touch myself under the sheets. Yep, I think, feeling the sore, sticky place. This is the vajayjay of a woman who has been finger-fucked by a supernaturally strong and skilled Old World vampire. My thighs are still damp, and my poor darling clitoris is swollen and sensitive.
Fuck. I am so confused. I am quite clearly in my own bed. I have not left—there wasn’t enough time. But it’s also pretty clear that wasn’t a dream or any ordinary vision. Somehow, the bizarre connection between me and Luca allowed me to be in two places at once.
Luca… Although I’m alone now, I blush at the memory of how he made me say his name. As I remember the things he did to me. The way I gave up control to chase an orgasm.
I should be ashamed of myself. I should be terrified. I should be heading out to shove a stake in his heart for the way he dominated me.
And yet… I am none of those things. In fact, I am gently rubbing my aching clit, flooded with arousal at the mere memory.
I let out a frustrated yelp and pull my hand away. “Bad hand. Naughty hand. Behave yourself!”
I collapse back on the mattress and take deep breaths. I need to think with my head, not my hoo-ha.
Luca da Firenze managed to Call me in a way that allowed him to interact within my vision. It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, the usual ride. We could see each other, hear each other. Touch each other. Boy, could we touch each other. My fingers twitch, and I shove the naughty hand under my ass to keep it still.
I’ve never heard of a vamp being able to reciprocate the Call. I’ve never heard of a vision where both parties were aware and participating. Never would I have suspected that I could be connected to someone like this.
Again, I find myself high on questions and low on answers. Who’m I gonna call? Because I really don’t think the Ghostbusters have the knowledge I need.
The obvious answer is Tomasso—he’s been around forever, seen centuries go by, and known more vamps and Vecchissime than anyone else alive. But the thought of going to him, of telling him about this, makes my skin crawl.