Bliss (The Custos) Page 9

  He lay back and took me with him before rolling so that I was now beneath him. His body stayed to the side of mine as he ran a hand beneath my shirt. "You taste amazing Princess, so warm and soft and wet inside I only want more of you for it."

  I actually arched to his words, the things he said made me ache, ache! I placed my hand on his as he found my breast and arched into him again holding his hand against me. "Can I give you what you dreamed of earlier Princess?" An image of the bath earlier played in my mind aaaaaaaaand I arched.... again and brought his lips back to mine needing to taste more of him, all of him.

  "I want to give you what you wanted, I want to suck on you and make you come against my mouth, I need it."

  I reached for my belt when I had no words, actions spoke louder anyways but he stopped me by grabbing my wrists. "Tell me you'll let me taste you Princess." The hand on my breast found my nipple and he pinched and tugged it back making me cry out.

  "Yes." I said and he moved my hand away so he could undo me button by button word by word, touch by aching touch. The way he wanted me made me want to cry and scream at once from joy. In all my life it was always me against the world fighting to hide who I was in hopes of finding something true and here is this man, this Vampire who sees me, he sees me and it reached the very core of me with a force I was not prepared for. This moment was all that mattered and if tomorrow when he walked away he chose to not come back I would hold no grudges because tonight he wanted me, simply for being me.

  "I do want you Princess....I tried not to...but....Only you...."

  He must have heard my thoughts because I was too lost to block them. His kisses fluttered down my stomach, following his hands as he freed me from my jeans. I was always so nervous in the past, the men I had been with had not taken the care that Cash was taking now; he kissed every piece of skin that was exposed to him, with such gentle lips and careful hands. He treated my body like a gift, a fragile piece of glass that was timeless and beautiful. He was timeless and beautiful.

  He touched me at first, opening me and lightly stroking against my clit, I moaned and bit my lip as he dipped one finger barely inside of me. "Your wet...." he said the same words as he did that night."But I want this...." He said and slid his finger, now wet, up against my clit and circled it, round and round until I was gasping. "I love that sound, that you’re breathless for me."

  I reached for his face and cupped his cheek. He was so magnificent between my legs, so intent on making sure I was pleased and going slow so I felt safe but also to draw it out and make it last. He turned his face to my palm and pressed a kiss against my hand before dipping down and licking me slowly till he found my clit and sucked it into his mouth. It was almost too much but he knew, without reading my mind, when to back off and he pressed on making me writhe beneath him. I could feel his fangs as they scratched against me, never hurting but oh I was aware and I actually considered him biting me if I would like it.

  The thought was too much and it felt so good I cried out jerking beneath him needing more. "Is this ok?" He asked me but didn’t stop. "More." I said and wrapped a leg over his shoulder as he slipped a finger inside of me. "Fuck!" He said and pulled back as if he were afraid to move. His eyes closed and he stayed still. Fear licked inside me beneath the passion he created and I rose to my elbows fearing the Nex or a cop but all fear died as he began stroking me again.

  "Sorry, you’re just....so tight...." He went back to licking me, leaving me reeling from what he just said.

  "Isn’t that a good thing?" I asked but stayed half sitting because seeing him, his tongue as he licked me; it was too good to look away, like a good porn but better.

  He stopped and looked up at me smiling. "For me...yes.... but for you....I would hurt you if we...."

  I thought about what he said and knew he was right but I was not going to turn back, besides I was no virgin. "Well I was wild in my teens and early twenties and to risk sounding like really bad porn I promise I won’t scream 'you’re so big' OK?"

  "No you should scream that, always scream that." He said laughing while he drove me towards an orgasm.

  "And you say I’m conceited." He laughed again and said, "Shush human, I need to focus."

  He focused all right and picked up his speed before adding another finger deep inside of me. Now completely lost in my passion I had no control, he did and he would bring me to the edge and then back off making me work to get there again. I was close so close and I started pumping my hips rocking against him. "Please, Cash right there."

  This time he stayed like I asked and worked my clit, flicking to and fro in a sinuous nature until I was choking on my own moans. "Say my name Princess, say it out loud."

  "Cacius… Cash...." I exploded from the inside out, every muscle in my body contracted as I let go and came. So much pressure had built between us and though his mouth was amazing I needed more, it wasn’t enough. As the last of my orgasm shuttered through my body, I wound my fingers through his short hair trying to pull him to me.

  He looked at me and wiped me from his mouth, then licked his palm and swallowed. It wasn’t sweet or special but it was deep. He was making sure I knew he was pleased and that we didn’t need to go further, but I wanted him all of him anything he would give me.

  He said no words as he lifted the bottom of his shirt up his chest, flicking his wrist it flung over his head and to the right. Before me, I saw the glorious tattoo I had glimpsed at the bar. From navel to neck a large gothic cross in black and gray smoking as if it had just been put through a fire. Each point on the cross had a scrolling design and I wondered if it meant anything.

  Reading my thoughts he answered. "I have a tally sheet on my bicep for every Custos I have indicted into the Mercenary League, but the cross was for Preacher." He paused for a moment and I felt the pain inside of him as if it were my own. "Preacher told me once that I wear my sins as if I was on the cross, but that the cross would burn from my touch."

  "Why?" I asked as my fingers danced lightly over the art on his chest.... it was beautiful and really sexy; the complete opposite of me.

  "Because until this moment I wondered if I had a soul." His words broke me, snapped me in half because I couldn’t see him through his eyes, only through mine and he was breathtaking.

  I said nothing as I got to my knees before him and reached for his belt buckle; he spread his arms and braced them each on the side of the van, letting me know I had the control here. I slipped my hands down the band of his jeans and saw he was commando and had to ask. "Whose boxers was I wearing when I woke up?"

  He laughed and cupped the back of my neck kissing me hard. I could taste the saltiness of myself on his lips but I loved it, somehow it made it all the more erotic. "Mine, but I liked how my jeans rubbed my cock so I went without tonight."

  He may not admit it but he was like me, he said what came to mind, never bending the truth or minding his manners. He knew I would want the truth and he respected me enough to tell me. And c'mon it was hot when he said that stuff. "You know how to make a girl blush."

  He laughed but when I reached for his cock he hissed as I gripped him, fearing I was too rough I backed off but he grabbed my hand and brought it back. "No it was good, I hiss not gasp and I need you to do that some more… Oh God, yeah like that." He reached back and shut the doors I hadn’t even realized were open while he went down on me.

  Reading my mind again he answered. "I'd have known if anyone or anything were around, don’t stop." So I didn’t I stroked him, touched him as careful with him as he was of me, knowing that gentle wasn’t his cup of tea, I kept it up because I savored the control.

  "Harder Princess....." Yeah I gave in stroking his cock from root to tip, taking special care of the spot just beneath the head and stroking it with my thumb. "Cash...." I said but didn’t stop.

  He looked at me with sex in his eyes, that same look he had while he was going down on me and I felt chills slide over my body knowing he wanted me so much was almost too
much to handle. "Yeah Princess..." He said his voice thick with need.

  "How do I make you hiss again?" I loved when he did it and his nature was appealing to me, I know longer seen him as a Vampire, he simply was Cash but I wanted him to feel as good as I did.

  "Oh God..." He groaned, leaning his head back he grabbed my wrist making me stop. "You can’t say stuff like that or I'll come." He grasped my face in his hands and brought me back to his mouth. Before I even knew he had, he lifted me and laid me back down.

  "You don’t want to come?" I asked not sure what the problem was.

  "Not that fast, fuck. I have no control when you touch me." He palmed his head and pulled at his hair before scrubbing his face, this I had learned was just something he did when he didn’t have the words and needed to think.

  "That’s a good thing." I said and reached for him. "Now relax and let me taste you."

  But he stopped me again. "Touching is fine but I can’t let you suck me."

  Confused and completely bewildered I asked. "Why?"

  "I'm more powerful than you think and I could break your neck or worse. If I lose control fucking you won’t die you'll just be sore. If I let you blow me then your life is at risk. My touch, the way I move. It's too dangerous. A blow job isn’t important though. I haven’t had it in ages and do fine."

  "I trust you and I want your control to be as affected as mine." I reached for him again.

  He hissed and flashed me his fangs. "Careful human, I bite."

  I knew what he was struggling with and I wanted him to know I wasn’t afraid. Carefully I reached for him again, never letting my eyes leave his. "I know what you are Cash, and I don’t care." I reached for his neck to pull him on top of me, but he wouldn’t budge and I knew I couldn’t make him, it was as pointless as pushing a cement truck up hill. Not. Gonna. Budge. So I would make him.

  "What would happen if you bit me, is it bloodlust, would you kill me? Or would you take your fill and regain control?" The look on his face was shock and I smiled because even as I said the words I knew the answer, he would not kill me.

  "Jesus Princess, I’m not gonna feed from you?" He said, but the words sounded painful and I knew then that was what he was struggling with.

  "Even if I wanted you to?" I did, I wanted him to be with me and feel what I felt, how he made me feel. We were both outcasts, we had nobody and he made me feel worthy and I desperately needed him to know that I was ok with what he was, as he was ok with what I was.

  "You don’t know what you’re saying, what you’re tempting me with. This isn’t like your little dance earlier, this affects me so much deeper and you would resent me for it."

  I shook my head no. "Read my mind, I’m open and not blocking you, read me and see that I want this as much as you do."

  He looked at me as if he was waging a war in his head, to bite or not bite and I wished he would hurry and decide. "Last chance Princess because I can’t hold back."

  I stroked my neck and tilted my head to the side. "I’m not afraid of you Cash."

  He palmed my knees and opened my legs before laying over me. "You don’t know how badly I've wanted this from you, the last four days have been like four hundred years I've wanted you so bad." Jesus I came apart when he said things like that to me, I needed scotch guard from Cash or it would kill me when he was free of me.

  I reached for his cock and guided him towards me but stopped when he met my entrance. "I’m scared more of this than of you drinking from me. Promise me that....." I couldn’t say the words because I didn’t know. Promise to go slow, promise to come back in a few days, promise me I won’t love you. But I stayed silent fearing if I continued I would say all of those things.

  He reached between our bodies and slipped two fingers inside of me and stroked me till I entered that lustful place he was so good at taking me to. "Look at me Princess." He said and I felt the head of him enter me. It burned but he stroked my clit and kept our eyes locked. "You’re tight, but I'll go slow and gentle and make sure you come first." I moaned as he smiled and pressed inside of me further, stretching me I gripped his shoulder and dug my nails in.

  He hissed again, making me moan but he didn’t go further, he just stroked me harder and faster."More?" He asked and I nodded and he pressed all the way inside of me. "Oh God....are you ok?" Looking at him I saw fear, of hurting me and it was controlling him.

  "Very ok." I said and raised my hips to take him further. "More please." He pulled back slowly and then pressed back inside and I moaned at the feel of him inside me. I could feel every hard inch of his cock, his back, and his arms. He had filled me to the point of pain, but I welcomed it. After a few more strokes inside me he pulled out of me. "No..." I said but he pressed the head of his cock against my clit erupting shockwaves inside of me. He did that a few times before coming back inside me with less fear.

  Now we were going, he was deep and I was wet and everything felt so good. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him, my tongue searching for his. I felt his fangs and moaned as they scratched against my tongue. "I think you like my fangs Princess." He said against my lips. I brought my hand up and stroked one with my fingers and made him moan my name. "Oh....Princess...."

  The intensity of him inside me grew and I was a ravage beast. I clawed at his back every time he pulled out to stroke my clit with the head of him. Driving back inside me I gasped "Oh God." And bit down on my lip to keep from crying out, I bit so hard I drew blood.

  He hissed again and licked my blood away then kissed me deep and hard. His hips rocked into me, his cock so deep I didn’t want him to stop. I was so close to orgasm, I could feel my muscles tighten in need. He reached between our bodies and found my clit. "Come again, come on my cock."

  His words sent me reeling over the edge and I cried out, but he captured my mouth again, his cock kept driving me on, harder and faster and deeper. Not sure if I came once and it dragged on or if it kept happening but I was nowhere near done. Neither was Cash. He rolled to his back and leaned against the front passenger seat, bringing me with him our bodies never parting in the second it took him to move us.

  "Fuck me Princess; I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock."

  "Fu-huck" I said and came again, but still he didn’t relent.

  "More, I want more of you." He gripped my hips and guided me over his cock, showed me how he liked to be ridden, and oh yeah, he got good and ridden.

  I lost track of how many times I came, it was ridiculous and it had to be a thing with the super natural because no human man could last that long or be as creative. But Cash, he had a lifetime to fuck me and he loved pussy and made sure I knew it was mine he wanted. His hand slid up my neck, while the other stayed at my hip. He stroked his thumb over my carotid and I came again knowing what he wanted.

  "Fuck I want to strike your vein, but then you do that and my mind is back on your pussy."

  This time my limbs went lax and I fell against his chest, my hips now rocked by Cash's sheer will. "That’s it Princess, relax and let me feel you."

  Suddenly the mood changed, what was a hot and sexy fuck fest full of sinful words courtesy of my Vampire, had now become slow and sensual. His hand on my hip, he still guided my pussy to his cock as if it were no more effort than lifting a pillow, his other hand at my back he stroked his fingers up and down my spine. I wondered when I had lost my shirt but couldn’t remember. My mind was focused on the feel of him inside me, the way he used my body against his. "Let me kiss you...." He said and brought his lips to mine, but even then he was slow and gentle as he sucked and nibbled my tongue and lips.

  He bent his knees and shifted me against them. "Lean back and let me look at you." I did as he asked and basked in his touch as he fondled my clit some more, not because he wanted me to come but simply because he wanted to touch me. Next my breasts, he sucked and bit my nipples hard and soft but never breaking the moment. "I love your tits, the way they bounce and sway when I thrust my cock in you." He leaned forward again suckin
g one distended nipple between his lips and releasing it with a pop. "They are so red and hard from my kisses, and beautiful, shaped like tear drops." Taking my hand in his he pulled me back against his chest and held my hand. His free hand moved the hair from my shoulder and I leaned my neck to the side knowing what he wanted.

  His thumb stroked back and forth over my carotid, it was devious the way he did it, like he was warming it up. Leaning forward he pressed kisses along my now throbbing vein and I waited for the strike, wanted it. I felt my heart pick up on what was taking place and so did Cash. "I have you...." he said and then struck.

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  Chapter Eleven

  London

  How to describe Cash biting me? It was as erotic as he said but it was so much deeper. With every pull his mouth took my entire body tightened in need, I wanted him to take it all and live off of me and my life. The feeling of him inside me still thrusting while he took my blood....it was....intense. He was so quiet and controlled, his hand still at my back still stroking, then I was the one riding him again, offering everything I had to him. When I came this time it was bone deep, no, even deeper. It came from my soul, from the very depth of me and I wanted to stay in that moment forever.