Page 16 of The Second Sight (Wanderlust Emporium Presents, Season One)

Chapter

Twelve

KASI

Now I was afraid. All my comfort seeped out of my body.

I had never been with a human man and now there was a deadly but gorgeous vampire holding onto my throat and threatening to break me.

What did that even mean? Was it some kinky sex talk?

I didn’t know anything about talking dirty.

One minute he was whispering words to me that I couldn’t resist. The next minute he was scaring the shit out of me.

“Kasi, my fae, why do you look so worried. I told you when we met that I would never kill someone as beautiful as you.”

I watched as one of his fangs rubbed into his bottom lip.

“Seven, I don’t want to be broken.” I begged.

“My half fae-bae. You don’t have a choice.”

I reached out with my free arm, the one I wasn’t laying on.

I used it to claw at his face. He was too quick.

He released my neck and swatted my arm away.

With speed too quick to see he grabbed my wrist and flipped me flat down on the bed.

When I looked up toward the ceiling all I saw was his face peering down at me and his body hovering over mine.

I was penned down underneath him as he straddled my body with his height and weight.

Both of my arms were penned out at my sides.

It all happened so swiftly I didn’t have any time to process it.

“Seven, I don’t want this.”

“Huh, I can smell your—” he closed his pale eyes and took a long inhale of the air. “—pussy and it says something different. The sweet aroma says you do want this.”

“Please, Seven.” I pleaded.

“Is this your favorite sleeping gown?”

“What?”

In a flash he had released my wrists only to draw them above my head and take them both in one of his hands.

As I tried to kick him off with my legs, I was only able to move my feet and wiggle my toes.

My legs were dead and useless, clamped down and pushed together with his weight.

I tried desperately to lift up and that’s when I felt the sudden jerk of my body.

Fuck! I didn’t see it coming. He used his free hand to rip my entire nightgown off my body. I didn’t fill the fabric leave me, but out the corner of my eye, I saw my nightgown as he lobbed it across the room.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He whispered, leaned down and kissed my forehead in such a gentle way I almost stopped breathing.

Seven lifted up and licked his lips as his eyes landed on my breasts.

I was fresh out of the shower, so I had no bra and panties to cover my body.

This was not how I dreamed this was going to happen.

“Seven, please.” I begged.

“Please what?” He seemed irritated by me which was the opposite of what I wanted.

“Please, let me go.”

“Kasi, I will never let you go. I’ve waited two hundred years for you.”

What did that even mean? I had only been alive for twenty-one years.

I was to human and too virginal for his cryptic ancient words.

I didn’t know how to appeal to a vampire.

There wasn’t anything in my Psychology courses that could teach me how to manipulate a vampire, treat a vampire, or stop a vampire.

Seven used his free hand to trace sensuous circles around my naval.

He did this without his gaze leaving mine.

His fingertips sent electric sparks right into my betraying pussy.

Staring back at him was getting more difficult because all I wanted to do was close my eyes.

When the circles moved upward, I bit down on my bottom lip and squinted when his index finger drew circles around my nipple.

Around and around his single digit marked a million letter O’s on my skin.

My already firm nipples ached in pain as he carefully pleasured me in a way I didn’t know was possible.

In my dreamlike state of arousal, I was so confused.

As soon as my eyes closed, he twisted my nipple until it burned forcing me to open my eyes up to my tormentor.

He switched to the other nipple and this time I knew what was in store but that didn’t stop me from involuntarily closing my eyes again and opening them immediately after the pain of my twisted nipple burned into my core.

“Ahh.” I moaned out afraid I was being too loud.

Seven’s eyes never left mine. I felt the moisture leak from my pussy and now I could smell the scent of my strawberries and cream bodywash mixed with the liquid that involuntarily leaked out of my inexperienced hole.

“My fae.” Seven sang. “Are you wet enough for me?”

I didn’t know the answer. I had never done this before. I didn’t’ know the levels of wetness. I just knew my pussy was in pain like someone punched me right between my legs.

“Kasi, my fae.” His voice was better than any male R&B singer. All the words came out like a love song written just for me.

I licked my lips and arched up toward him, seeking more of that electric contact when he pinched my nipple.

This time he let me close my eyes. I felt him release the firm grip he had on my legs.

I was finally able to slightly open my legs only to find they were fused together with my fluids.

I slowly opened my legs, and a small gush of air went inside me, a release I welcomed.

I felt his hand release my wrists, but I didn’t have the energy to pull them down from above my head.

When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, I saw Seven had removed his shirt.

His pale skin was toned with rippling chest muscles and abs that looked like carved stones.

He had the body of a god and the hairless clear skin of a Greek statue.

My eyes were so focused on his torso I forgot there was a flawless handsome vampire face attached to it.

When I finally looked into his eyes, I lifted my heavy body up to kiss him.

Maybe my willingness would persuade him to take it easy on me.

Seven wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his chest. The kiss I started was quickly taken over by him.

His lips, his tongue, did all the work while I tried to keep up.

He trailed his fingers into the nape of my neck and massaged the hairs that were still wet and coiled tightly.

Seven leaned me back into the bed and continued to kiss me feverishly only letting me take in a breath every few seconds.

This sensual exchange gave me visions of colors behind my closed eyelids.

Colors I had never seen before, tints so vivid and dynamic they didn’t seem real.

I traced the toned ridges of Seven’s back with my fingertips and wondered how many other women did the same.

I instantly felt insecure and inexperienced.

My brain became flooded with feelings that I knew were there.

Feelings I tried to ignore from the moment he tossed me over his shoulder.

These were emotions I didn’t know what to do with, so I ran away from them.

Seven was unique and special and being a vampire only enhanced him.

I believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt me.

I didn’t have any reason too. Men had lied to me before, but he wasn’t a man.

He was a vampire and that distinction put him above the rest. Far above the ones that never got to sample my body in the way that he had.

When Seven released me from his lips, I tried to follow him up to get more of his kisses. He was above me looking down into my eyes as soon as I cracked them open. I wanted more of him, and I couldn’t pretend with my eyes that I knew were pleading for his return.

“Close your eyes.” He hummed.

This time I obeyed without any push back.

I waited for another kiss and didn’t dare to open my eyes when I felt his weight shift on the bed.

I was too afraid to see what he was doing.

Keeping my eyes shut seemed like the best way not to panic.

My entire body tensed when I felt his hand wrap around my ankle.

Seven pushed my leg up and placed my foot flat on the bed.

Then he did the same to my other leg. I tried to quash the panic that bubbled in my heart, but my legs were open wide, and my pussy was on full display.

I imagined that he was looking at my unshaved pussy and watching my sex leak from my hole and wet the bed.

I imagined he was staring at my pussy lips and wondering why one was thicker than the other.

All my panic turned into shock when I felt his tongue lick the lips that weren’t attached to my face. His face was nuzzled in between my thighs.

“Oh, my god.” Words I thought I said in my head came rushing off my vocal cords and barreling out my mouth.

I instinctively pressed my legs together but was stopped by Seven’s hands placed on my thighs. My hands clawed at the bedspread as I tried to squirm myself away from his ravenous mouth.

“Seven, Seven.” The only words I could think of to get him to stop eating my cat.

This was too much. I couldn’t take this, not from him.

His tongue moved too fast. The precision of his licks felt too much like a vibrator.

My brain wasn’t ready for this, and my body convulsed as he flicked his tongue over my clit.

Something long and slick entered my pussy, and I knew it was his finger.

I removed my hands from the bedspread and reached down to grab Seven’s face.

His head was moving too fast for me to grab it, but I managed to grab two separate chumps of his hair.

I tried to pull him up and off my pussy, but he was determined to eat me out and make me come all over his face.

He didn’t seem to care that I was sweating and panting and convulsing. My stomach muscles were contracting so rapidly they hurt. I was desperately biting back screams that could wake the dead. The more I fought the urge to come, the more I grew closer to that ultimate release.

With both my hands fisted in his hair I unwillingly released the nastiest wettest orgasm all over his face. I gripped his hair so tightly I had chumps of his platinum blonde locks in my hand when I opened them.