M. Thomas: Golden Erotic Tales Volume one

He was now in front of her looking down at her. And he did not appear to be happy to see her.

“I could have killed you. Do you understand? If you had found my resting place, I would not have been able to stop myself from taking your life.”

Indeed, he was angry.

“I will not apologize,” she said.

“I do not require an apology,” he looked away for a moment, “I’m in love with you. Even in sleep, I think about you.”

“Where is the golden ball?” she had to ask now before she gave into his touches again. As it was, his very presence was bringing her to orgasm. She was not embarrassed to acknowledge it.

“I’ve hidden it,” he said, removing her cloak.

“Where?” Heat penetrated her soul.

Her eyes locked with his.

He kissed her nose, lightly. “In the sea. My kind can’t hurt you. Without the ball, they do not have a claim on your blood.”

“The ball has always followed me. It will find its way to me, again.”

“You’re safe. I swear to you.”

She flung her arms around him and rested her head on his chest.

“How old are you?” she asked, softly.

“I became a vampire when I was twenty-two. In human years, I’m seven- hundred-years-old.”

She raised her head off his chest. “Kiss me,” she said.

And he did. But his touch did not stop there. He undressed her and widened her legs. He then slipped one of his fingers inside her.

“Yes, my love, blessed Gods, yes,” she whimpered.

She spread her legs wider for him.

He sank his teeth into her breasts and drank from her all the while pleasuring her with his fingers.

“I shall fall,” she said, feeling lightheaded.

Placing his arm around her back, he gently brought her to the floor. Then he moved her onto her stomach. She would do anything he asked of her. She had surrendered herself to his every wanting.

He licked the back of her neck and then slid his tongue down her back.

“I need you,” she said. Her begging him was now their little game.

“Not yet,” he said, slapping her buttocks. “I’m still hungry,” he said.”

“I need you, now.”

“Let me feed from you,” he said.

Arching her back, she said, “I’m yours.”

He sank his fangs into the back of her neck.

“Enter me. I want you inside of me while you drink.”

He thrust into her. His stiff cock so swollen each time he penetrated her she felt slight pain. Delicious, intoxicating pain.

“You’re so sweet,” he said. “My God, you’re so sweet.”

“What else will you do to me?” she asked.

He flipped her on her back and then fondled her bloody breasts.

Then he put his cock between them and she brought her mouth to it. Sweet Gods. She took it all in. Yes, she loved this creature. She would have let him devour her had he asked.

“I want more of you,” he said, his cock still in her mouth.

He withdrew from her and took her in his arms. In the next instant, they were on the roof of his house.

“Eldrich,” she said, sitting on top of him.

“Silence,” he said, cradling her.

He picked up a thin stick that must have fallen from one of the tree branches which hung above his roof.

“Devour me,” she said.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“Forever,” she said.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Putting her on her back, he moved her legs apart.

Ah yes, our little game once more.

He slithered the stick gently up her inner thighs, teasing her, threatening to push it inside of her. She squealed.

“Say it,” he said.

“I need you.”

“I won’t make you beg this time,” he said.

“Eldrich!” she screamed.

“Do you need me?” he asked.

“Enter me. I shall die if you don’t,” she said.

“You will not,” he said, going into her. “I’m here. Feel me inside of you.”

“Oh, Eldrich, take all of me. I can’t exist without you.”

“Nor can I,” he said, penetrating her deeply.

“I feel pain,” she said.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pulling out of her.

“You’re teasing me. I hate you.”

“Shall I resume what I was doing, then?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes, oh, yes. Do it, now!”

Turn around and press yourself against me.

“Anything you desire.” She did as he asked.

“Bend forward and lift your buttocks.”

“Yes, my prince.”

Ah, his sweetness was once again inside of her.

“Is daylight almost upon us?” she asked.

“It’s many hours away.”

“Thank you, Gods, thank you.”

He went deeper inside of her, taking her very soul and she knew she was his forever. And he was hers.

The sun was only minutes from rising. Lying on her back in the forest, Lela took in a slow breath and locked hands with Eldrich who was resting next to her.

Since meeting Eldrich three weeks ago when he rescued her from a well and she helped transform him from a frog to a human… vampire again, she and him had embarked on a deliciously intoxicating adventure during which she had questioned her sanity more than once. Here she was living with a vampire in the middle of the forest away from the protection of her father, the King of Barmoth.

Oh, what her father must have thought when he realized she had left the castle and wasn’t coming back. She couldn’t help but think that maybe just maybe a part of him was relieved he was no longer burdened with caring for her. Bloody hell, not once had any of her father’s men come looking for her at Eldrich’s house, the first place she would have thought they’d have searched since that is where they found her the day after the golden ball pulled her into the well. Never mind. She belonged to Eldrich and him to her. That’s all that mattered.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked, his gaze on her.

“You need to sleep,” she said, kissing his forehead, then his nose and then his lips. “The sun will be up soon.”

He caressed her cheek. “Answer me.”

“I have answered you every day. Why do you continue to ask?” she said, her body tingling from his touch.

He slid his hand under her dress. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, my sweet prince, I will stay with you,” she murmured.

“Forever?” he asked, swirling his fingers inside of her.

“Forever,” she whispered, circling her hips. If only the sun would never rise again.

Nipping her neck, he asked, “Do you want all of me inside of you?”

“The sun is beginning to rise.”

“Let it rise,” he said, unbuttoning his trousers.

“You’re so impatient,” she said.

Here was a seven-hundred-year-old vampire willing to let the sun burn him for her. He was hers. And she was more than in love with him. She was addicted to every part of him.

“Quickly, my love,” she said. “We only have a minute or two.”

“Sweet princess, you’re so delicious,” he said, tenderly entering her.

She moved her hands between her legs and touched herself, his cock brushing her fingers each time he powered into her.

“I need to drink from you. I can’t stand it,” he said, his fangs on her neck.

“Do not,” she said, hoping he would ignore her command. How she enjoyed making him suffer.

“You’re mine and I will take all of you,” he said, thrusting into her faster and deeper.

Feeling slight pain, she said, “Take all of me.”

And he did. Blessed Gods, her body ached for more. He was in her…drinking from her and yet, she wanted more…she needed more.

But she’d have to wait, curse the sun for keeping her apart from him, her compulsion, her everything and he was everything to her.