Part 37 (1/2)

”Are you?”

”I meant what I said before. I love you.”

She covered her face with her hands shaking her head.

”Pretty b.r.e.a.s.t.s,” he murmured as he dipped his head to kiss the valley between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He captured one brown nipple between his teeth. She jerked as his p.r.o.nounced incisors sc.r.a.ped her nipple, pulling and tugging it. His finger continued to stroke her. Her knees bent. Her hips jerked to another o.r.g.a.s.m.

Finally, she let out a breath and relaxed, but not for long. His cool lips lowered to hers. ”Wait! My lips are chapped.”

”I know.”

His tongue ran around the contours of her lips, wetting every curve and b.u.mp. He held her head, deepened the kiss. It was freeing to actually wrap her arms around his neck. His skin was cool. She rubbed his back, feeling the rippling muscles and b.u.mpy skin move beneath her palms.

His p.e.n.i.s slipped between her opened legs. She was thoroughly wet now and lost all coherent thought. And loved it. She gasped as she felt his p.e.n.i.s push slowly inside her. He was being careful not to hurt her. Slowly he filled her up. She arched her back to receive all of him then a ripple of fear went through her. He was so large and hard as steel.

”Shush, Angel,” he whispered in her ear. His lips captured hers swallowing her cries of pain and pleasure. His hips stopped moving. She caught her breath, and then he began the primitive rhythm. Soon she lost herself to it. His lips spread fire to her earlobe then neck. He nibbled her skin, licked. Sweet pain became a lingering sensual ache. Her eyes drifted closed. She felt nothing except his constant sucking at her neck while his hips pummeled her.

And that delightful stiffness throughout her body... pure bliss. The rush of pleasure came over her. Daedalus moaned in her ears and his hips rammed her harder, forcing her into the cus.h.i.+on. He moved in and out then his magnificent body shook with spasm as his hot c.u.m flowed into her body.

Ilida struggled to capture all of the images he fed her...

Daedalus as a young boy so sweet, beautiful with his blue-violet eyes. He was dragged away from his mother. A harsh voice hollered at him-cursed him. Pain...She felt the tearing in her back as Daedalus was lifted up by his wings...

The images were unrelenting. She felt the force of her body being ripped apart. The pain radiated from her back to womb. Anger and humiliation...

He was older now, changed to half cross. Daedalus seethed with anger, pain. Blood! So much blood. She felt the blood on her back on his back. Flesh torn from there. Unbearably hot steam surrounded her skin. The walls smoothed from... lava?

He was chained to it. The chains rubbed his skin raw. His wrists and ankles bled. Heavy breathing, moaning- the heavy smell of s.e.x in the air. He was forced to watch. She couldn't grasp that image fast enough. Then she felt a drawing from his body and hers. His spirit. Her spirit, collided, entangled bursts with pure incandescent light, then dropped back into their bodies.

His anger became hers. His rage became hers. The effect of his memories was shattering.

Her head lay on his muscular arm. It was the closest she'd ever laid against anyone.

Now she knew what made him tick. What made him the way he was. She wanted to kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds who'd hurt him years ago. All she could do was offer a weak apology.

”I'm sorry, Daedalus.”

From the look in her face, she instantly regretted it. I survived insurmountable odds to stay alive. Pity was the last thing I wanted, but she was angry that someone attempted and went through with the rape. She cared.

I hadn't told a living soul, except Gauge, in centuries.

”You didn't rape me, Ilida.”

I had to comfort her, rea.s.sure her, something. Her revulsion for my rapists was almost a living, breathing ent.i.ty-it was that strong.

”You killed them didn't you?”

”Yes.”

”They deserved it.”

”Are you my dark angel?”

”I thought you were mine.”

”You are taking this remarkably well.”

”I suspected something traumatic happened to you. Does anyone else know?”

”Just Gauge. He saved my life that night.” I stopped myself, not sure how much to reveal, but I'd come this far and I didn't want to back down now.

”You don't have to talk about it.”

”After I killed the first rapist and freed the Vrykolakas clan, the ones that wanted to be free, I collapsed on the warmed ground. His blood coated my hands. I was a mess. Gauge cleaned...”

”I'm being...your friend. Continue, please.”

”s.h.i.+t ran down my legs. I didn't know vampires could s.h.i.+t.”

It was subtle the change in rhythm. She held her breath as my hands, now warmed from rubbing her, dipped between her legs. Didn't want to talk anymore. I wanted to feel her around me. I wanted her to coc.o.o.n me in her safe loving embrace. I love... Ilida.

I found her throbbing and erect from my stroking. I caressed, teased her until she moved her hips against my p.e.n.i.s. Whether she liked it or not, the foreplay had begun. We had extended foreplay for over a day already. I continued to stroke her as she gazed into my deep, red eyes.

”I don't scare you?”

She couldn't speak through the sparks of desire firing off and ricocheting through her pelvis, through my pelvis. She managed to shake her head.

I had to be sure.

”You're nuts, but brave. Very brave. I like that. Do you like this?” I asked. I dipped my finger inside her. I stroked circled her inner valleys drawing out her desire and wetness until she arched her back, creaming my fingers. I knew I would be safe with her.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Ilida's body pumped me empty of my seed. I fell over her, burying his face in her shoulder. I should stop, but it was pleasure beyond pleasure, like a drug, an addiction to a human woman.

I lifted my head. The heavy copper smell of blood filled my lungs. Ilida should be dead, but she was alive and l.u.s.t filled her dark brown eyes. She was changing slowly before my eyes. I didn't want to stop it. I feared I couldn't at this point.