Chapter 5 An Unexpected Surprise

I draw my knees to my breasts and put on my best impersonation of a glare. With him being so near me, I am having a little trouble breathing. If I want to, I can lean over and lick his jaw. He is that close to me. "My mother is half-Fae and my father is a human dentist. Why do you care?"

His silver eyes glitter. "Because you are a close associate of my future wife," he answers, lowering his head to my neck. Before I can dodge him or ask what he's doing, he has brushed his lips against the base of my throat. "You smell like strawberries."

"Whoa." I place my hands on his chest and push. He doesn't yield, but looks down as steam rises up from the front of his shirt. I goggle at the palm prints I left behind. "What the hell are you doing? First, you call Olive your 'future wife' and now you're trying to make out with me? Back off."

He grins, flashing me a mouthful of perfect white teeth. "I saw the way you looked at me in the diner. I was watching your eyes when I walked in with Olive. You want me for yourself." He grabs my hair and pulls my head back so my throat is exposed to him. "You can lie to me all you want, but I can smell you. You're wet and aching for me right now, aren't you?"

I try to get away from him, but his superior strength has me pinned. He lowers his head again and this time scrapes his fang against my collarbone. I flinch as he nips me and then his tongue is there, laving the area until the sting fades. I am unable to resist as he kisses his way down to my right breast, capturing my nipple in his mouth. Gasping, I bury my fingers in his silky hair and hold his head against my chest. I open my eyes and watch his cheeks hollow out as he suckles me, pulling back briefly to swipe the tip with his tongue, then slipping it back into his mouth. The erotic sight is my undoing. I don't protest when he plucks me out of the bathtub and shoves the melting bag of ice cubes from the counter before setting my bare butt on it.

"It's rare that I lose my control like this," he groans as he steps between my open thighs. He quickly undoes his belt, unzips his trousers, and lowers his boxer shorts. His cock, long and thick, springs up between us. He exhales harshly as I wrap my fingers around it and swipe my thumb over the fat purple head. "But you have been driving me crazy from the moment I saw you."

Even with his penis in my hand, I can hardly believe what is happening. I have never been the kind of girl to hone in on a girlfriend's man, but Olive made it clear that she didn't want him. I have also never been in this kind of situation with a guy after only knowing him for less than a day. Hell, it's been my rule never to sleep with anyone until the tenth date which would explain why I've only been with two men. And neither of them had a cock this big. Or this hard. I gulp. Uh-oh, I don't think it's going to fit.

"Guide me in," he whispers against my mouth.

I rub the head against my clit and moan from the delicious shivers that run up my thighs. I slide to the edge of the counter and take him to the opening of my cunt. "I don't do this with just anyone." I don't know why, but at the time, it seemed important that he believed I wasn't a slut-bag whore who fucked any guy I met within minutes of meeting him for the first time.

"I know, Lottie." He cups my face between his hands and covers my mouth with his own as he begins to push into me. Groaning against my lips, he slides his hands down my shoulders to my back, all the way down to my butt.

The fit is a little too tight to be comfortable. I pull back from his kiss to look down and see that he is not even halfway in. I whimper. Maybe this is not such a great idea. He retreats until he is almost all the way out, then pushes himself back in, getting a little further this time. I squirm with discomfort and wiggle to get away, but he grips my hips to keep me in place. Sex has never been one hundred percent fun for me in recent memory, but this... is just painful. Literally.

"Don't move," he says through gritted teeth. "Or I won't last long."

I grasp his shoulders. "I don't think this is going to work. Maybe we should stop."

He makes a sound that is a cross between a laugh and a strangled groan. "Liánhuā, I know this is uncomfortable for you, but just give me a moment. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." He touches his forehead to mine. "Gods, you're so fucking tight."

His voice is dark chocolate wrapped in silk, but now that it's hoarse and rough because of his need for me, my bones have turned into melting butter. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up, running my fingers over the well-defined ridges of his abdominal muscles. There is a trail of hair that leads from his navel all the way down to where he is currently attached to me. He lets go of me so he can take off his shirt and for a moment, I can only stare in awe at the masculine beauty of his chest and shoulders. He is so hard and pale in comparison to my olive skin that it's like I'm having sex with an alabaster statue sculpted by some Italian genius hundreds of years ago. I open my thighs wide and wrap them around his slim hips.

"Are you ready, Lotus Flower?" Without waiting for a response, he pinches my clit between his thumb and index finger, rears back, and slams himself back into me with such force that my breath is momentarily knocked out of me.

My eyes fill with tears and I bite down on my lower lip. He is all the way inside me now and I can feel myself throbbing around his thick, hard cock. He doesn't move as though he is allowing me to get used to his girth, planting kisses along my jaw and neck, telling me how beautiful I am and how lucky he is to be making love to me. He nibbles on my lower lip, tasting me, before kissing me fully, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and growling as I sucked on it.

He pulls back so he can look into my eyes. "It's all right," he says. And then he starts to thrust in and out of me, securing my thighs around his hips with his hands. "Stay with me, sweetheart."

The pain soon eases as my body begins to accommodate his invasion and I can only hold on tight as he continues to slide in and out, biting down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming out loud. He is relentless, alternating between kissing my breasts and my mouth while his thumb rubs my clit. I dig my nails into his back as this tingling pleasure starts to radiate from my toes, crawling up my legs and thighs until it reaches the very heart of me. My orgasm slams into me like a freight train and I almost pass out from the intensity of it. As I gasp for air, his mouth covers mine again and I swallow his groans. Cupping my butt in his hands, he slams into me one last time, freezes, and pours himself into me. I keep my arms and legs wrapped around him as we both recover. I nuzzle his neck and chest, licking the sweat off his skin.

He slides his fingers into my hair and tugs my head back. "Lottie," he says in what sounds like amazement, nipping my lower lip. "This is a beautiful surprise."

"Um, right." I'm embarrassed by my need to have him inside me again. My desire for him is so intense that I'm dizzy with it. I need to... leave. I push him away and he obliges, stepping aside. I hop off the counter and land softly on the cold marble floor, but my knees buckle under my weight and I grab his arm to keep myself from falling on my ass. I wince as I take a step. I am sore in ways I have never dreamed. Oh, man, I'm going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow. I look around for something to wear. Unable to find anything, I take the bath towel hanging from a hook on the wall and wrap it around myself.

"Where are you going?" He grabs my arm and pulls me back as I head for the door.

I stare at the hand gripping my arm, but he doesn't let go. "I have to go home.. My parents must be looking for me. I didn't return to work after lunch, so my dad must be freaking out." I brush my hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. I pull at my arm again, but he doesn't relent. "Have you seen my purse anywhere? My cell phone's in there, I think. It must be flooded with voicemail by now."

He places his hands on my waist, lifts me up, and puts me back on the counter. "We're not done here."

I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. Here I am wearing only a towel with my hair a rat's nest and my underwear God knows where and a two-thousand year old vampire is all over my grill. His bathroom is twice the size of my bedroom at my parents' house, but somehow I can't get enough air. I give him a little push, but he doesn't budge. "Hey, I'm doing you a favor here. We had our fun and now I'm leaving before it gets awkward. You should be thankful. Some people have to be kicked out."

"You are a fascinating mix of naiveté and post adolescent cynicism, Liánhuā." He plants his hands on the counter on either side of me, effectively blocking my escape. He leans over until his face is only inches away from mine. "Now that I've tasted your blood, now that I've made you mine, what makes you think I'll ever let you go?"