Page 13 of Incandescence

Alexander

I didn’t have to see Maya to know she wanted me. Not only because she’d kissed me with quiet desperation, but because her breaths had quickly become shallow pants and the fear seeping through her pores quickly intermingled with lust.

My dick swelled, the dread in my belly receding as physical need overpowered all else. I captured her mouth this time, and I leaned into the kiss, swallowing her moans and drinking in her breath.

We only broke apart as I climbed over her and pulled her shirt up her arms and over her head. Then I kissed her throat, lingering on her pulse point before circling my tongue around the twin nicks from where the vampire had drunk.

She shuddered and gasped before arching closer.

I had no doubt her sensitized skin had been made even more so by the memory I’d triggered, and which I refused to skirt around.

I wanted our lovemaking to override the terror of the vampire drinking from her vein.

Wanted her to forget about the nightmare inside the nest.

I wanted her to focus on nothing but us. And if lovemaking was the only way to do that, I was more than happy to oblige. More than happy to lose myself in her too.

I kissed my way down the length of her throat, light butterfly kisses that moved to her breasts and the lacy cream bra my memory recalled with precise detail. When I’d seen her in the bedroom wearing nothing but the bra and panties I’d selected, she’d looked even sexier than I’d ever imagined.

I’d wanted to go all Neanderthal on her and throw her on the bed, tear off her underwear and fuck her until she screamed out my name. It’d taken every ounce of my considerable willpower to turn and walk away.

There’d be no walking away now. And although I’d imagined our first time together would have me ogling every detail of her body, it pleased me to touch every inch of her, to taste her and hear her little gasps.

I sucked her breast through the material of her bra. She arched her back and her nipple pebbled to attention, before I gave her other breast the same treatment. My dick swelled at her mewls of ecstasy, then jerked at the touch of her hand between my thighs.

My balls tightened, the pressure intense. Fuck . Perhaps it was the intensity of the moment, with danger still thick all around us. Or perhaps it was the attraction I’d felt for this woman from the moment she was brought into the nest.

Not that I wanted to second guess myself now. What we had was powerful and real and I wasn’t going to fight it even one second longer.

I froze when Maya moved her palm up and down the thick wedge in my jeans, triggering every cell in my shaft into pulsating life. A deep, throaty growl inched up my throat, and I slid my own hand down her silky soft skin to stop between her thighs.

Her breath hitched even before I pushed my hand inside her lacy panties and spread her core open. She was already wet, her musky scent filling my nostrils and making my mouth water. Even the crisp triangle of curls down there caused my dick to throb all the harder.

I wished I could see her pussy, even as I knew my other senses had taken over and intensified the experience. I slid a finger into her tightness and swirled my thumb around her clit.

Her gasp hit the central nerve to my dick, tightening my balls and swelling my shaft until the crotch of my borrowed jeans felt as if it was choking me.

My groan was part torture, part thrilling need, and I dragged her panties down with more haste than skill, tossing them aside and pushing her thighs apart so I could sample her delectable pussy.

I licked her from the bottom of her slit to the top, before focusing on the little fleshy clit already swollen with anticipation. Her fragrant scent filled my nostrils, and my breath quickened, my desire kicking up to a whole new level of need.

In the forty-six years of living in the nest, sex had been the one thing that’d kept me sane.

But not one of those women had triggered anything other than lust. I’d pleasured them in the same way I’d once pleasured my wife, a skilled performance without the involvement of my heart.

I stilled between Maya’s thighs.

I’d never really loved a woman before, not even Clara. Not the way she’d wanted. I’d thought I’d loved her, but mostly I’d stayed with her out of habit. Despite Clara’s insecurities, we’d both been comfortable in our relationship. It was a pity it’d lacked the chemistry I had with Maya.

I inhaled her sexy scent. Being with Maya was like being awakened for the very first time. She’d taken off my blinkers and made me see the truth, made me realize the true extent of my loneliness even before I’d been taken to the nest.

Warmth flooded through me and settled in my chest. I wanted to please Maya like I’d never pleased another woman before. I wanted to pour my heart and soul into her along with my seed.

I licked and sucked her little bundle of nerves, then rhythmically drilled into her with my tongue. Her writhing body stilled, then jerked, her mewls morphing into a raspy groan.

I lapped at her until my tongue was coated in her essence and she had nothing left to give.

Warmth radiated through me as I crawled up her beautiful body and kissed her again so that she tasted herself on my tongue.

I unclasped her bra strap and pulled it over her shoulders.

I might not have been able to see her, but I wanted her bared breasts against my chest. I wanted to imprint her every crevice against my body and into my mind.

“You have...too many...clothes on too,” she whimpered.

She helped me strip off my shirt, and we broke into fits of giggles and half-strangled moans when my jeans snagged on my dick and refused to be dragged off my legs.

Kicking free of the denim and boxer briefs, Maya reached up and pulled me to her mouth. Our kiss was as fierce as our bodies rubbing together, her legs wrapping around my hips even as I fisted my dick to center it at her core.

I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and plunged even deeper into her tightness.

She hissed with pain.

I froze and my voice cracked with tension and disbelief. “You’re a virgin?”

“Not anymore.” Her voice was about as taut as her body.

Shame swelled inside. “Shit, if I’d known I would have been more gentle—”

She reached up and kissed away my reservations, her lips an insistent brush over mine before she pulled back and said, “No more talking. I need you to make me forget...everything.”

I cupped her jaw, loving her smooth velvety skin, her silken hair that’d come free of its ponytail. But most of all I felt honored I was her first and only lover. “It will be my pleasure,” I said hoarsely.

It took every ounce of my willpower to move in and out of her with slow and careful strokes.

But my resistance melted away faster than icecaps in the Sahara when she grasped my hips and urged me on.

Faster. Harder. Until the slap of my balls hitting her flesh and our grunts and groans echoed in the damp, dark room like a primal sonata.

Her breath caught, and I knew she’d been caught unawares by the orgasm that caused her body to stiffen and her inner muscles to clutch at my cock.

I didn’t even try to hold back. I groaned loud and long at the primal ecstasy that shook me to the core and sent me to some other plane even as my seed shot inside her in pulsating jets that drained me dry.

I folded over her, limp as a wrung-out cloth yet buzzing with joy.

I kissed her one more time, savoring the slow return to earth and the taste of her tongue and breath that lingered with the musky pussy essence that I’d shared earlier.

She splayed her hands and outlined my face, and I wished I could see her stare when she said in an awed voice, “Wow.”

I grinned smugly. The darkness allowed me that freedom at least. “I hope your first time was as good as you imagined?”

“Better,” she breathed. “Much, much better.”

Satisfaction careened through me and took away all my weariness, at least for a little while. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear it.”

I could almost sense her smile even before she said. “I can only hope round two will be as pleasing.” Her sated and relaxed body suddenly stiffened beneath me. “My God, we didn’t use protection.”

“There’s no chance of impregnating you. Not with even the minutest vampire blood in our veins.

” I’d learned that much, at least, when I’d been in the nest and fucking women as if it was my right.

Of course, I’d told myself I was doing my so-called playthings a favor.

They were desperate for sex thanks to the vampire’s blood exchange.

“Really?” she breathed, her relief patently obvious.

I ignored the strange tightening in my chest and added, “We’re also immune to any mortal disease.”

Her whole body relaxed, and I chose that moment to disconnect and lie beside her, tugging her around to face me so we could share breath and intermittent kisses.

She sighed. “If we were to die tonight, tomorrow night, next month...or whenever in the future. At least I understand now why some women throw their whole lives away to be with the one man who makes them feel this good in bed.”

“Well, you’re not dying anytime soon,” I said with a certainty that defied the weariness settling into my bones. “Not on my watch.”

I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent of lavender and musk deep into my lungs. Would I ever get enough of this woman? We might carry the perfect blend of blood for vampires, but we shared more than just that.

I’d never been a spiritual man, but I was drawn to Maya with a soul-deep connection that’d roused me from the very start.

Like she’d poured icy cold water over my sleepy senses and braced me for the future I could have.

And now my heart beat again with something other than the formality of existing.

“Then it looks like we’ve got each other’s backs,” she said sleepily, not even trying to suppress a yawn.

I smiled against her neck, wanting only to press myself even closer to her curves and her warmth. “It’s been a hell of a day. Get some sleep. We’ll need our wits about us in the morning.”

“Night,” she murmured.

“Goodnight, Maya.”

“‘Night, Alexander...and my name’s Charley.”

I might not have been able to see her right then, but I knew without a doubt she didn’t look like a Charley. She looked more like a Lara Croft ready to take on the world. “Night, Charley,” I said to her soft little snores.

My smile widened. “You could call me Jake, except I’m not that man anymore.”