Page 11 of Eternally Owned

“I feel it too,” he whispered urgently. “I feel it, Nissa. I feelyou.”

Her heart lurched in her chest, as though it wanted to reach out to him—to this beautiful, powerful creature who made her feel more than she ever had in her life. His arms came around her body, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. His hands glided over her skin, her back, her waist, her hips, and it was like being stroked by stone and silk. Then he pulled her up, until they were face-to-face, and he sighed into her mouth as he opened her lips with his tongue.

She was wet immediately, needing, yearning. Her breasts ached against his hard chest, and she had one brief moment to wonder at how different his vampiric body felt from that of a mortal man’s—that strange and lovely hardness beneath the silken skin. And the way he smelled, like the dark earth, yet utterly clean and pure, was absolutely inhuman.

“Nissa. Where is your mind, beautiful girl?” He lifted her wrist to his lips, kissing her there softly.

“This may sound ridiculous to you, but I’m wondering if there’s something almost holy about the body of a vampire, immortal as you are.”

He laughed. “There is nothing holy about us. We aren’t either evil or sacred, we simplyare, as you are. We all have the power of free will. We make our choices, just as humans do.”

“But do you think it means something, that you live forever? That it means something—says something—about me, that I’ve chosen to be here with you?”

“Well, wecanlive forever, at least in theory. The oldest of us is maybe a thousand years old—we aren’t really certain. And you know we are breathing creatures, that we can be killed by drowning, by suffocation, although it would take one as powerful as we are ourselves to do so. But as to your questioning what it says about someone like you, who comes to us, there are people who make their judgments—of course there are— but only because they’re afraid of what they can’t comprehend.” He kissed her wrist once more, then opened her hand and kissed her palm, making her shiver. “Do you question yourself, Nissa? What you’re doing here? Do you need to make it sacred in order to justify your choices?”

She shook her head. “No, it simplyfeelsthat way to me. Sacred. A bit above me, maybe.” She stopped, staring into his bottomless dark eyes, her heart hammering in her chest. “Youfeel that way to me.”

“Ah, Nissa. My beauty…”

He could not believe this girl. She was so damn lovely. So wide open to him. They’d taken other girls before, of course, but never, in his human life or in the years of his existence as a vampire, had he found anyone else like her. She was different. He didn’t know why.

But she was squirming on him, her naked flesh pressing into his, and he didn’t want to think anymore. His cock was coming up hard, pressing into her belly. That wasn’t where he needed it to be.

“Nissa,” he whispered into her neck as he pulled her down harder against him. “I am going to fuck you now.”

“Oh, yes please.”

He laughed with the pure joy this girl brought him. Then he reached down and guided his rigid cock between her sweet thighs, up against that wet and waiting hole. Her soft moan made him shiver, pleasure driving into him as he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance, her hot, soft pussy lips against his rigid flesh were exquisite.

“Now, Nissa.”

He gave one hard, driving thrust, burying himself deep inside her. Loved it when her body arched hard against him, when she cried out his name. He pulled back, desire a hard, scraping need in his belly. Then he began to really fuck her, his hands holding her hips, moving her up and down on his body, plunging deep. He loved the ecstasy on her face, her wild green eyes, her pink lips parted. Grinding into her, he felt her lovely, hot pussy clench around his cock, felt her pleasure as though it were his own, like trembling shafts of pure heat as she began to come.

“Hex! Oh God…”

Tears streamed down her face as she came, a lovely blush rising on her perfect, full breasts, her nipples dark red, swollen. And still he thrust into her soft body. Still she came. He was shaking with pleasure, hard waves of it as he tuned into her climax, felt the thrumming sensations pouring through her body. And he saw in that oddly shadowed way the images and thoughts in her mind, and was shocked to find the only thing there washim.

Potent, insistent, dizzying.

There was power in this girl. But he couldn’t think of it. Her sensations were joining with his own, with the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his pulsing cock. He was going to come at any moment.

He pulled her wrist to his lips, whispered, “Need you, Nissa,” before sinking his teeth in.

She screamed with pleasure as he drank from her, her blood sweet on his tongue, like nectar, and with her blood he drank in her energy, her orgasm. And his own climax rolled over him, like the waves of the ocean—that keen, that powerful.

She was bucking against him, milking his cock, milking his climax, making it her own, until he no longer knew where hers ended and his began. They were coming together.

Theyweretogether.

Nissa opened her eyes to find herself in Hex’s arms, their bodies twined. Aleron was on Hex’s other side, one arm looped over his golden chest. They both slept.

So strange, to see them sleeping. She knew vampires slept, mostly during the daylight hours, being nocturnal by nature. But it was incredible to see them like this, their power banked, slumbering, as they did. This was her fifth day with them—or was it her seventh? Her tenth? She’d lost track. Time had ceased to matter after that very first night. And they had never ceased to amaze her, in every way.

The days and nights had gone by in a blur of naked flesh, the scent of sex, the taste of their flawless skin on her tongue, the overpowering sensation of them taking her blood in the Seeking Kiss, over and over. They had fed her, massaged her, bathed her, all with the greatest care. It was wonderful. Surreal.

She watched them, their slow, even breath causing their chests to rise and fall. Their faces were incredibly beautiful in the late afternoon sunlight shafting in through the high windows. It caught at the tips of their lashes, Hex’s thick and black, tipped with blue fire, Aleron’s pale gold. The sheets were gathered around their waists, and she thought once more how different they were, how gorgeous the contrast. She loved to see them touch each other. That moment when she’d come upon them at the Midnight Playground, naked and entangled, had been one of the most erotic moments of her life—until they’d invited her to join them.

But something had changed since that first night. Her body craved Aleron’s touch, but her heart yearned for Hex.

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