Page 15 of Relic
FIFTEEN
Horatio claims my mouth in a searing kiss, holding me to him in strong arms. I can’t say what it is that’s making me start to believe him, but I know it’s not a spell, so it must be real. The way he looked at me, the soft, eager words flowing from his mouth, the gentle touches as if I was made of glass… he couldn’t fake that. If he did, he deserves an Oscar.
The more he kisses me, his warm lips dipping to my neck and gently sucking my throat, all my worries and stress, confusion and fear, melt away. I feel like I’m floating in a warm stream, the water washing everything but Horatio away.
His hardening cock presses against mine, sending ripples of desire through me. Reaching up, I slide my hands into his silky hair. The man is beautiful, from head to toe, and somehow he wants me. No one has ever wanted me for anything other than a toy to discard when they get bored, or someone to torture for fun, but I believe Horatio is different. Fuck, I hope I’m not wrong. Again.
My breath catches as Horatio kisses his way down my body, stopping to suckle each nipple, before resuming his journey. When he gets to my dick, his eyes, glowing red and even more intense than usual, shift up to me. He doesn’t speak, but parts his lips enough for me to see the gleaming white fangs reminding me he’s definitely not human. A shudder of anticipation rolls through me.
Horatio flicks his tongue out to taste the bead of precum on the tip of my cock. The moan he makes vibrates my entire body. I’m desperate for his mouth, desperately want to feel the soft heat around my shaft, but Horatio has other plans as he slips even lower, pushing my legs up to expose my hole.
“Oh my sweet beignet,” Horatio murmurs. “You’re not only beautiful, but your scent…” His words trail off as his voice thickens and drops to a lower register.
When his tongue drags across the back of my thigh, it’s my turn to moan. I bury my fingers in his hair, squirming beneath him as his breath flutters across my hole.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Ooh, such sweet pleading. Say it again, my darling.”
“Please,” I moan. “I need you.”
“And have me, you will.”
He closes his mouth over my hole, sucking and licking, making the most obscene noises and drawing whimpered cries from me I’ve never heard before. His finger joins the party, sinking slowly inside me, but I’m so worked up, I grab his wrist and force it in further.
Horatio chuckles, still sucking my hole, and not holding back as he adds a second finger. I fuck myself on his fingers, the pool of desire in me close to overflowing. I need his cock.
“So impatient,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my balls. “I love it.”
“Pl-please.”
Horatio pulls himself up slightly, his fingers still loosening me up as he hovers over me. I wish I could take a picture of how he’s looking at me right now. As if he discovered buried treasure. I want to remember it forever.
I hook my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss he happily gives. As a third finger joins the others inside me, I arch my back in relief. It’s almost enough.
“More,” I whisper on his lips.
Horatio gently grips my chin. “You are beautiful, Emery. So beautiful.”
I want to return the compliment but what adjective is good enough to describe this man?
When he removes his fingers, I cry out from the sudden emptiness, but when he replaces them with the thick head of his cock, my breath catches. Just the head feels thicker than all three of his fingers.
“Relax, my love. Breathe out.”
“Do-don’t you need lube?”
Horatio smiles. “Trust me. You’re sufficiently slick.”
“How?”
He flicks his tongue out and grins. “A little vampire magic.”
And then he pushes into me, slowly, and I’m hyper aware of every inch entering me. Surprisingly, he’s able to get in me in mere seconds, my body easily accepting his length and girth. Definitely magic.
With wide eyes, I watch his face as he adjusts to my body. His breath leaves his lips in small puffs, his eyes are closed. After a few seconds, he opens them. They glow an even brighter red now.
“Why do your eyes glow?”
“Desire, my sweet. Lust for your body, your heart, and your blood.”
That last part probably shouldn’t sound as sexy as it does.
Horatio brushes the hair from my forehead as he begins to move inside me. Each stroke is like adding a stitch to my shattered heart and fragile sanity. As he takes my body apart, he somehow puts me back together again too.
He doesn’t take his eyes off my face as he pumps deep inside me, expertly finding my prostate and nailing it repeatedly. As for me, all I can do is endure this, letting myself fall deeper into this incredible man, rocking up and down on the bed like a boneless rag doll. Somehow Horatio knows my body like we’ve made love a million times before. He knows that I love my nipples pinched or bit, knows that his weight on top of me soothes my anxiety and makes me feel safe. He knows his kisses erase the pain I’ve carried with me for years. Mostly, he knows his cock is doing exactly as I asked — making me forget anyone ever came before him.
I run my hands over his shoulders and upper back, noting how warm he is but lacking sweat while I’m dripping in it. His cock swells within me, thickening to the point that I think it could split me in two, and weirdly that thought is pleasant.
My orgasm builds slowly, but with more force behind it. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch, only growing with each deep thrust from my sexy vampire.
Horatio’s eyes take on a new, deeper shade of red as his fangs elongate past his bottom lip. “I need to taste you,” he whispers. “Do you still consent?”
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
Horatio exhales with a smile before sitting back on his heels, pulling me up with him at the same time so that I’m straddling his thighs, still firmly impaled on his cock as my knees hit the mattress. He grips the back of my neck, pulling me to his mouth. I tense for the bite, but instead I get soft kisses and gentle nibbles. I hear him inhale my scent, running his nose along the column of my neck.
I relax against him, rocking my ass back and forth on his amazing cock, and then the sting hits me. Horatio sinks his teeth into my flesh, immediately bringing me to the edge of my orgasm and carefully holding me there. I claw his shoulders as he drinks from me. Weirdly, it doesn’t hurt at all. After the initial sting, the area warms and a sensation of euphoria overtakes me. It feels like a drug or that perfect buzz on a night of drinking, making me putty in his arms.
I can hear the blood leaving my vein, hear it slide down his throat, feel his cock swelling inside me as he cradles my head in his hand. He pulls up a moment later, licking the place where he bit. When his eyes meet mine, his lips tinged red with my blood, he only whispers my name before unleashing his full power.
He thrusts his hips up at a punishing pace, keeping me in his arms. I fall limp from the intensity of it all, but Horatio holds me to him, fucking into me in a way no one ever has. My orgasm builds astonishingly fast, our eyes locked together, his breath mixing with mine.
When it hits, my vision goes white. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out as I fall back in Horatio’s arms, spilling cum between us. The intensity of it is overwhelming as it wracks my body, leaving me a shaking mess. It seems to go on forever, and I realize as my senses slowly come back that I came without my dick being touched.
Horatio’s brow creases with exertion and then with a small whisper of my name, he comes, filling my insides with thick, hot cum. Have I ever felt cum inside me before? Nope. But I do now. I can literally feel his cock pulsing with each river of cum. He trembles against me, his hold around me powerful and possessive.
I know in my very soul that I belong to him now. That idea should scare me, but it doesn’t. I don’t think there could be a better man for me than this one.
Slowly, Horatio’s movement slows and he lays me down gently while staying inside me. I reach up, using my thumb to wipe away some of my blood from his lips, but he snags the digit in his mouth, sucking it clean.
As he pulls out of me, I tremble from the loss expecting a flood of cum to follow, but it doesn’t. Horatio moves down my body, licking my release away from my tummy and cock, then hovering over me again.
“You are… everything. My everything, Emery.”