N. Walters - Damek's Redemption

As though some internal tether had been broken, Damek swooped and attacked. His mouth captured hers, stealing her breath, her very sanity as he laid claim to her. Like some ancient warlord of old, he gave no quarter as he touched and licked and caressed his way down her neck and torso, teasing her swollen nipples until she begged for mercy. He gave her none.

She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, arching her back and offering herself to him. She was so ready, her body weeping in need. But he wasn’t ready to give her what she so desperately needed.

He dropped back into his chair so his face was at the same level as her pussy, leaned inward and stroked his clever tongue over her labia. She clutched at his hair, not sure whether she wanted to tug him closer or push him away. Not that it mattered. Damek would have his way, no matter what.

Damek wanted to roar with pleasure, but was afraid it would bring some of his staff running to see what the matter was. And no one got to see his Sonia naked but him. He’d kill anyone who saw her creamy white skin, her large, pink-tipped breasts or her juicy pussy.

He’d fantasized about having her here like this, spread across his desk, begging him to take her. She wasn’t quite naked, her clothing pushed aside or up to expose her delectable breasts and sweet pussy, but it was more than enough.

He needed to lay claim to her, fought the urge to do it at least ten times a day. There was something bothering Sonia, something she wasn’t telling him. It frustrated him. How could he fix the problem if he didn’t know what it was?

He’d asked her on several occasions when she seemed pensive, but she always smiled and said nothing was wrong. It was driving him mad.

He felt as though he was losing her, and that was unacceptable. His chest actually ached at the mere suggestion. He’d love her so long and hard she’d never consider leaving him.

Her sweet cream coated his tongue as he lapped over her slick folds. Her unique scent filled his nostrils and her breathy moans filled his ears. His cock was rock-hard, pushing against his zipper, begging for release. He ignored his aching erection and gave Sonia all his attention.

She never held anything back when they made love, was always open and giving, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. She responded to each and every touch as though she’d been made just for him.

He eased two fingers into her tight channel and was rewarded with a deep moan. “You like that?”

“Yes.” His scalp stung as she tugged on his hair to bring him closer.

He stopped talking, stopped thinking, and concentrated only on pleasuring his woman, his wife. The last word made his chest swell with pleasure and his balls tighten against his body. His wife. His. She belonged to him and he belonged to her.

Damek carefully raked one fang over her swollen clit, and her cry of pleasure echoed around the room. “Damek,” she gasped, arching into his touch. He loved the sound of his name coming from her sweet lips and let her feel the light stroke of his fang again.

It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. He wanted to taste her pleasure, to hear it, to feel it before he claimed her. All his senses were aroused and he was close to coming. His cock was pulsing like a heartbeat and it was tuned to the slow beat of Sonia’s heart. She was still young and hadn’t quite accepted the fact that her heart didn’t need to beat as it once had, and she expended unnecessary energy to keep it pulsing as normal. That would change over time.

He had to taste her, had to claim her in a way that no one else ever had or could. He gave the hard kernel of nerves one final lick and kissed his way to her sleekly muscled thigh.

Her breath caught in her throat but she didn’t stop him, didn’t protest. He sank his fangs into her salty skin and moaned in ecstasy when her blood filled his mouth. He sucked hard, taking her essence into him. His fingers continued to pump in and out of her snug sheath, pushing her to the edge and finally over.

Sonia arched her back, her fingers digging into his scalp. Internal explosions racked her body and cries of pleasure broke from her lips. Damek ignored the urgent request of his cock to get inside Sonia. Nothing was more important than her pleasure. He carefully withdrew his fangs, not wanting to take too much, and lapped at the small wound. He almost wished it wouldn’t heal so quickly, wanted her to wear his mark on her flesh as a reminder of who she belonged to.

“Damek.” She said his name and he lifted his head to smile at her. She might be the fledgling vampire, but he was her willing slave.

“Yes, my sweet.”

She opened her arms to him. “I need you.”

He stood and unzipped his pants, freeing his tortured cock. He braced one hand on the desk and used the other to rub the head of his shaft over her pussy, coating it with the lubrication from her orgasm.

She placed her hands on his chest. “Don’t tease me any longer. Come to me.”

There was nothing he would deny her. Damek placed the flared head of his cock against her opening and pushed. Sonia tipped her head back, exposing the long line of her neck. His fangs ached to bite her there, to taste her again.

The sweet tang of her blood and the musky scent of her cream still mingled on his lips when he leaned down and kissed her. She moaned and lapped at his lips, his fangs, tasting herself on him.

Damek thrust his cock deep, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep in her wet heat. He was home.

Sonia stroked Damek’s slick chest and broad shoulders. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man anywhere and she never got tired of touching him. Echoes of her orgasm were still zinging through her body, but there was no time for her to enjoy it, not with Damek kissing her. He explored the cavern of her mouth, tasting and arousing before withdrawing slightly to lick her bottom lip.

The sharp tang of her blood and the earthier flavor of her arousal lingered on his tongue. Their tastes blended to create something new, something special, something uniquely theirs. She lapped at his lips, wanting to take their combined essences into her body, indeed into her very soul.

Her channel was slick from her orgasm, but the muscles still had to stretch to accommodate Damek’s cock. He was thick and long and his cock head bumped against her womb.

No matter how many times they made love, it always felt new and exciting. Sonia gave herself up to him, to what happened when they came together, taking what she needed and giving Damek all that she was. It wasn’t in her to hold back, not when she loved him more than anyone else in the world.

Damek was lover, husband and maker. He’d plucked her out of the jaws of death and given her life. For that, she would always be grateful. But her love for him went deeper than simple gratitude.

She loved everything about him, even the things that frustrated her no end. He was bossy and demanding, but he was loyal and intelligent, sexy and compelling. Something about him spoke to her soul and she knew that would never change, no matter how long she lived.

Her channel rippled over his cock, trying to keep him locked inside her. Her entire body felt alive in a way it never had when she was human. It was strange to be considered undead but to feel so damned alive. Her skin tingled from head to foot. Heck, even her scalp was tingling. Her nipples were hard nubs, begging him to taste them. She felt sensual and wanton.

She felt closest to him when they were physically joined, their bodies united for one common goal. It gave her a tangible way to show him how much she loved him.

Damek slowly withdrew before forging his way back inside her again. He was being so gentle now, such a contrast from the exciting way he’d used his fangs to arouse her earlier. He was like that, one minute almost rough, the next so gentle it made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world.