Aaron's Kiss: Blood, Body And Mind Part 11

"Don't," He begged her as he tried once again to turn away from her. She cupped his cheeks again.

"Aaron. Please, don't push me away. I'm so sorry. I...I need you." She sobbed and laid her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating, so slow under her ear. She was afraid he would push her away from him, so when his arms tightened around her, she nearly wept with happiness.

"I've missed you so much, Sara. I just wanted to see you. I...I'm so sorry, love. So sorry for everything."

"Aaron, I missed you too. Kiss me, please?"

When he leaned toward her slowly, she moaned deeply. Just the thought of his mouth on hers was sending waves of heat throughout her body. When his lips brushed against her soft ones, he moaned as well. Sara flicked her tongue out and tasted him, then pulled his lip into her mouth, nibbling on it, suckling it gently.

"Aaron, please, I need you. I want you. Please?" She pressed her body hard against his.

"Sara, I've not...I mean, I can't, we can't. I've not fed for weeks. I can't make love to you. You are, were my mate, I'm not able to feed from any other source but you, not now. I'm starving, too hungry for you to be safe around me." He pushed her away from him as he pleaded with her. "So please, baby, please leave now. You'll be safer this way."

She pulled back from his arms and looked at him. "You were going to die, weren't you?" Her laugh was harsh even to her. "We're quite a pair, you and I." She was crying now. "Am I too late, Aaron? Have I...do you not want me anymore?"

When he didn't answer, she jerked away from him. She was nearly out the front of the house when he caught her to him. Shoving her against the door this time, he jammed his body up to hers, and while he could not get an erection, she could still tell that he wanted her, needed her.

Aaron licked his tongue down the column of her neck, nipping the tender flesh as he went. He was barely holding on to his sanity, and he did not want to hurt her. He needed to drink from her, wanted to draw her into himself and never let her go.

"Sara? Sara, baby, please?"

She didn't pull away from him, but tilted her neck, giving it to him, offering all that she was to him. He licked the pulse once more, and then bit down hard, tearing her skin, bruising her neck.

Mine, his mind roared. Mine.

He had bitten her deeper this time, drawing blood from her jugular rather than from the smaller veins in her neck He felt her blood fill him, his cells, his lungs and his c.o.c.k. He pressed against her. Letting her feel what she was doing to him, and feel his erection getting harder by the second, he ached to be inside of her. He was not going to last much longer if they stood where they were, and he knew it.

"Sara, I want you." He cupped her breast and felt the nipple pebble hard into his hand.

"Now, Aaron, please now." He sealed the small wounds at her neck with a swipe of his tongue and pulled back slightly. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her eyes had dilated with need. He thought she had never looked more beautiful.

"Come with me, baby." He needed to get her to a bed, his bed. He was not going to make love to her standing in the main hall where anyone would see them, at least not her first time, and not against a door.

"Oh yes, I want to come. You come too, please..."

Aaron could almost laugh if he didn't hurt so much, ache so desperately.

"No, baby. Come with me to my bed, my lair. I need you to come to my bedroom in the sublevels. I promise, and then we'll come as many times as you want, as many times as we possibly can. This has to be right."

Aaron picked her up and she wrapped herself around him, her legs at his waist and offering those lush b.r.e.a.s.t.s to him. She was in as bad of shape as he was; need was a living, breathing thing. There would not be any interruptions, not tonight. Not for the next several days, years, centuries-whatever it took to make her his.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

The trip down the stairs was the longest Aaron had ever taken. Of course if they hadn't had to stop several times, pressing against the wall for support, kissing and touching, it may have been a little faster, but their need was out of control.

Aaron barely got her into the room, slamming the door shut with his foot before they were kissing and making their way to his bed.

"Baby, we need to slow down. We have the rest of our lives for this. I want you to enjoy this."

"Then, Aaron, if you want us to live that long, long enough for us to live together, I suggest you get out of your clothes and take me."

Aaron reached down and cupped her a.s.s in his hands, marveling at the way she fit against him. He lifted her then, pulling her body up against his, her s.e.x meeting up with his hard length. She moaned, he growled, both needing more than the contact they were getting while fully dressed.

"I want you, Sara." He growled. His voice was hard and heavy with his desire.

"Yes. Oh yes, please." She growled back.

He smiled; she wasn't in any better shape than he was, apparently. Aaron set her down on her feet, never breaking contact with her mouth. He began to unb.u.t.ton the b.u.t.tons down the front of her shirt, finally pulling it apart with a sharp tug, b.u.t.tons flying every which way. With her torso exposed, he reached down and pulled his own shirt over his head. He could feel Sara's hot breath on his skin; he wanted to touch her to him, bring her body as close to his as a couple could get. Then he was looking down at the tiny sc.r.a.p of lace holding her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from him. He began to work at the closure on the front with slow progress. He moved his hands against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with the barest of touches, brushing against them. When he finally unhooked it, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilled out into his hands.

Mine.

Aaron pulled away from her mouth to look down at the treasure he had just exposed. Reaching out, Aaron gently cupped each plump mound in his hands, lifting them up to feel the weight. Her nipples, a dusty rose color, were long and puckered tight against the creamy flesh of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He ran his thumb over each nub. He watched as Sara's head fell back as if to surrender to him. He leaned down and took the first nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, and then sucking it hard into his mouth. He reached over to her other breast and began to pull, rolling the nipple hard between is thumb and finger, feeling it tighten in his hand. Not to leave the other breast feeling left out, he changed positions and suckled the other deep, rolling it with his talented tongue against the roof of his mouth. He wanted to be gentle, but her moans were making him hurt with need, and all he could think about was being inside of her.

Aaron took her open palm and ran it down his chest, over his own nipples, now as hard as hers. He continued down, guiding her slowly. He watched her face, watched as she discovered him, his furred chest, and muscles of his belly. Down he took her, down to his belt and lower. When he stroked his c.o.c.k with her hand, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"No, Sara, not yet. I want to watch you. I want you to see how you make me feel when you touch me."

Sara opened her eyes. This time, he moaned. She was magnificent.

"I love touching you. Feeling your length in my hand. Aaron, please. Please, I ache so badly."

Aaron pulled her up high on his body so he could continue his torment on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, walking her backwards toward his bed. When his knees b.u.mped the mattress, he stopped, sliding her down his body, wrapping her around him. He worked the b.u.t.ton and zipper open on her pants, and slid his hands behind her and into them. Hot, bared skin filled his hands. With her arms around his neck and her legs locked around him, he laid her onto the bed beneath him, cupping and ma.s.saging her a.s.s the whole time. Breaking the kiss, he unhooked her lovely legs from his waist and moved down her body to undress her completely. With her feet hanging off the end of the bed, and him on his knees between them, he pulled her hips up and the jeans and panties came off together. They were tossed to the floor and he looked at the beauty before him.

Sara's curls between her thighs were wet with need. Aaron ran his hands along her knees and up to her thighs. He looked up at her just as she sat up and leaned up on her elbows.

"Sara, love, are you sure?" He'd die if she said no now. He'd stop, but he'd be dead all the same.

"Your eyes...they're red and bright. Is it because of me, because of what we're doing?"

"Yes. My need for you, my hunger to claim you, to be inside you, is bringing out the beast in me." He started to step back from her, but she stopped him with her feet at his hips. "Are you afraid?"

Long seconds pa.s.sed before she answered. "No. I'm not afraid of you. I know you won't hurt me."

"No, I won't hurt you. I can't hurt you. You're my mate, Sara. I've searched for you for centuries. I'd nearly given up in finding you." He touched her now, gently, reverently.

"No. I...Aaron, you should know..." She looked away from him, and he stopped touching her, suddenly afraid.

"What is it, love?"

"I've never done this before. I don't know what to do to please you. I feel...I think you should also know that I love you. I feel as if I've waited my whole life for you as well."

"Oh, Sara, I love you so much. You already have pleased me. More than you know. And I have waited for you, Sara, for over a thousand years. I want you, very much. But if you want to stop, we will."

Again, she stared up at him; he could feel her in his mind, searching for the truth of his words.

"You would, wouldn't you? Stop, I mean?" She asked him, surprise evident in her voice.

"Yes. Now I can, but later, I don't know if I'll be able to." He grinned at her. He knew that if she stopped him at any point, he would, just as she knew he would too.

Aaron ran his hand further up her leg, just at the juncture of her thighs. He ran his finger along her nether lips, never taking his eyes from hers. Slowly, he entered her with his finger, and then just as slowly, pulled out again. He did this several times, in and out, in and out. He added another, stretching her body, readying it for his c.o.c.k. Her hips began to undulate around his finger; she began to move hard against him. Her cream began to soak his fingers then his hand.

"I want you, Sara; I want to be doing this with my c.o.c.k. I want to f.u.c.k you. I need to f.u.c.k you." He moved faster, deeper inside of her, her heat, her wetness making it easier and easier for him to slide inside of her.

"Yes," she said with a hiss of need.

Sara's head was thrown back now, her body moving against his fingers in a seductive imitation of s.e.x. His c.o.c.k was hurting against his zipper; he needed to relieve the pressure before he hurt himself. As it was now, he was sure he had an imprint of the zipper teeth tattooed on his skin. With his other hand, he rubbed it along his c.o.c.k. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he needed her to have as much pleasure as he could give her this first time.

Aaron leaned forward and slid his tongue inside of her, teasing her c.l.i.t, tasting her cream, the unique taste that was hers and hers alone. Her body stiffened, bowed up off of his bed, and then suddenly, she came apart with a scream. Her climax roared through him, over him. He let her ride him, his tongue lapping up every drop of her climax, her juices flowing from her, soaking his hand, coating his face. When she lay lax beneath his mouth, he pulled his fingers free. He had to fight the urge to continue tasting her, even for the few minutes it would take to reach down and unsnap and pull the zipper tab down. His c.o.c.k sprang free from its confines. The need to be inside of her overwhelming, he wasn't sure if he could be gentle any longer. He stood up and quickly undressed himself the rest of the way until he stood before her nude. His c.o.c.k was hard, harder than it had ever been. She looked up at him and licked her lips. He fisted his c.o.c.k and stroked it up and down, watching her face, seeing her need was as sharp as his own. He thought to come like this, masturbating while she watched just to take the edge off. He knew she would enjoy it, as she had before. This time, he would be able to come all over her nakedness, over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Sara, baby, I need you. But I don't want to hurt you. Help me to come, touch me like before. I need to come on you, honey."

She reached for him, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. When she wrapped her small hand around him, he jerked hard. Christ, she was hot, he thought. As his knees wobbled a bit, he leaned hard into her hand. His weight toppled him on top of her and onto the bed.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer. I need to fill you; I need to be inside of you."

"Thank goodness! Please, hurry Aaron. Hurry before I have to hurt you."

As a sudden chuckle left his mouth, he moved up her body, tasting as he went, nipping at her flesh here and there, driving her need higher with each touch of his mouth. Her body was taut. He could tell she was close, and this time, when she came, he was going to be deep inside of her.

"Please, Aaron, now, please. I want you, I want you now."

"Baby, please don't move. I'm barely hanging on here. Give me a minute." His c.o.c.k was at the mouth of her core. He could feel her heat pulling at him. He knew that he needed to go carefully into her or he would surely hurt her.

"Aaron, if you don't move inside of me, I may stake you yet, I swear it."

Aaron laughed. "This is not a time to be cracking jokes, love. I don't want to hurt you and all I can think about is slamming my c.o.c.k hard into you, taking you and making you mine."

But he found that she had unknowingly taken an edge off of his primal need to claim. He felt himself ease, and knew that now he wouldn't hurt her. She moved against him again. He moaned long and hard.

The next time she moved, he thrust forward into her, breaking through her maidenhead. He took several deep breaths before he spoke, leaning his forehead against hers, his need to move inside her making him sweat.

"Sara, are you all right? I'm sorry, there was no other way, but it won't hurt again, I swear. If you want to stop, we will, just as soon as I can move. Sara, answer me. Are you okay?"

He looked down at her; he could see the wetness in her eyes, but no tears on her cheeks.

"Hi." He smiled down at her.

"h.e.l.lo. You're inside me," she whispered to him.

"Yes, just about. Do you hurt? Did I hurt you much?" He moved his hips just a little as he whispered back to her, and nearly wept with relief when she moved back against him.

"Just about? What do you mean, there's more of you? A lot more?" She moved beneath him, and he rocked forward another inch.

They both moaned at the feeling. Her body was rapidly adjusting to his size and length. Her heat was scorching him, her body pulling him in further, milking and squeezing him.

"Yeah, but only about another six or seven inches." At the look on her face, he laughed again. Who would have thought that at a time like this, they could be laughing? "No, I'm only kidding." And with that, he pushed forward the last two inches, seating himself fully inside her, touching her womb.

Aaron looked at her face then and thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in his long life. He moved his hips, bringing himself nearly out, then slowly moved back inside of her. It didn't take him long to find a rhythm, taking this first time as slow as he could, getting her used to him and what they were doing. Sara apparently had other ideas.

She surged up against him harder with each of his downward thrusts. Behind him, she hooked her ankles at his hips. He could feel her need for more clawing at him. His need for more grew stronger with each stoke of his c.o.c.k, every time she gripped her nails into his shoulders and back.

"Sara! Christ, woman, you feel so good, so tight." Aaron could feel his own climax climbing up his back, moving around to his c.o.c.k, and his b.a.l.l.s tightened against him. He was ready to explode. He didn't think he was going to be able to hold out much longer. He reached between them and palmed her breast, pulling and tugging on her nipple, her own moans of pleasure driving him mad.

Aaron's need to complete the bond between them overwhelming, he wanted, no, he needed to sink his teeth into her, taste her essences, and fill his body with her. He kissed her jaw, making his way toward the long line of her throat. He could feel his fangs bursting from his gums, and he was almost to the point of pain the need was so incredible. He licked the pulse, beating there hard as his. He had to have her.

"Sara...I want to taste you, sip from you. I need you, baby." He pulled the rapidly beating pulse in his mouth and suckled it hard.

"Aaron, on G.o.d, please, bite me. Bite me now!"

He sank his fangs into her jugular deep; her essences burst into his mouth. Mine, his heart claimed, all mine. He drew in another mouthful. He jerked his mouth away when the tide of the climax seized him. He roared her name as he came pouring inside of her, spurting and spurting into her deep, touching her womb with every stroke of it.

Aaron had never come so hard or so long in all his life. He could still feel her body pulling and milking him, still in the aftermath of her own climax. He dropped his full weight onto her small frame, rolled to his side, taking her with him so that she was across him rather than under him. When he felt her warm blood on his chest, he realized he hadn't sealed the bite and pulled her to him to do so.

"Sara, are you all right?" He sealed the tiny wounds with his tongue. Already, he could feel his need for her building again. His c.o.c.k, still hard inside of her, twitched with renewed energy. When she rocked against him, his breath caught.

"I don't know if I can talk yet. Give me, oh I don't know, a couple of years, then I can have a conversation with you. Right now I want to..."

Aaron pulled her face up to look at her, to see if she was hiding something from him, pain she wasn't telling him about. "You want to what, love?"

"Did you...hummm...did you enjoying being with me? I know you...you know, but did you enjoy it? I gotta tell you, that was the biggest rush I've had since I learned how to tuck and roll in a plane!"

Aaron burst out laughing. Only Sara, he thought, his Sara. He wanted to be insulted, but just couldn't. She was delightful and happy. What man wouldn't want to be compared to a trick in an airplane and have a naked, s.e.xy woman on top of you doing it? Not him.

Aaron shifted her suddenly so that she was across him fully. His blood turned molten. He was becoming richer, stronger because of her. She pulled her mouth away from his, sat up and rode him, pulling him deeper inside her. He took her hands and put them to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, showing her what he wanted her to do, sending her pictures of what he needed.

Sara looked down at him. His eyes were glowing red; his need was so high, so deep, she began to pull and tug on her nipples, filling her hands with their weight. He dug his hands painfully into her hips, slamming her hard against his c.o.c.k, driving her deeper onto him.

"Sara, I'm coming!" He flipped her over onto her back, bit into her neck, and rammed his c.o.c.k into her harder, deeper than he had before. This time, when he came, she was there with him, coming and coming over and over with each thrust of his c.o.c.k, each pull of his mouth.

Finally, when he could move again, he rolled over and pulled her over him. She never stirred, never woke up, and he slept as well.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

Later when they woke up, Aaron stiffened when he heard Sara moan quietly. He knew she'd be weak and sore, hurting from their lovemaking and her giving him blood. Aaron decided that a nice soak in the big tub in the large bathroom would alleviate some of the soreness. When the tub was full of hot water, he picked up from the bed and carried her like the precious cargo she was into the room. He wouldn't even let her stand. He could see she was indeed worn out, and stepped into the tub with her still in his arms. As he slowly sank them both beneath the warm water, he positioned her in front of him between his legs with her back to his chest, so that he could anchor her to him, to hold her above the water.