Dalakis Passion: Harker's Journey Page 7

  She had no shoes, but her feet weren’t cold as she padded out of the room and down the hallway. Thick carpet covered the center of the stairway and Johanna enjoyed the sensation under her toes as she made her way towards the dining room. She stopped in the doorway, amazed as always that this gorgeous man belonged to her now, just as she belonged to him.

  Sitting back in his massive chair at the head of the table, Cris looked every bit the lord of the manor. It struck her then that this was no pose. He was lord of this castle and had been for centuries. The thought was intimidating and arousing at the same time. He turned his head slowly and a look of pure male satisfaction glittered in his eyes when he noted what she was wearing.

  His heated perusal left no doubt that he wanted to fuck her again. The man was insatiable and Johanna was quickly finding that, when it came to Cris, so was she. Taking her time, she sauntered towards him, her feet practically gliding across the stone floor until she was standing beside his chair.

  Bending down, she rubbed her breasts against his shoulder as she traced the outline of his ear with her tongue. He reached for her, but she skittered backwards just out of his reach. “Good evening, my lord.”

  His eyes practically glowed and she could feel the heat radiating from his massive body. “Good evening, my love. I see you found the dress.”

  Johanna rubbed her hands over the bodice, lifting her breasts as she did so. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

  “No, the dress is adequate. You are beautiful.” Cris shifted in his chair and she could see the large bulge in the front of his pants straining for release. Her man was very aroused and more than ready for her.

  Teasingly, Johanna unlaced the front of the bodice, spreading the fabric until it framed her small breasts, plumping them up and pushing them forward. His eyes never left the soft mounds as she pinched their tips. Her mouth parted on a low moan and a gush of cream coated the lips of her sex.

  “Come here.”

  Swinging her hips, Johanna danced away from him. “But I’m hungry.”

  “So am I.” Cris pronounced each word slowly and precisely, leaving her no doubt that he was hungry for her.

  Hunger rose from deep within Johanna, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She wanted, no needed, Cris to take her now. Johanna felt her fangs growing and licked her lips. Not hesitating, she lifted herself up onto the table in front of him and raised her skirts to her waist.

  He sat back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. “Put your feet flat on the table and spread your knees wide.” His tongue came out to stroke one of his fangs. “I want to see your cunt. Are you hot for me? Are you wet for me?”

  Pushing back slightly until her bottom was securely on the table, Johanna raised each foot and placed both heels flat on the table. Widening her knees, she pushed her legs wide open, letting him see all of her. As she sat there totally exposed, she could feel the trickle of her juices flowing from inside her pussy, down the outer lips, and disappearing into her behind.

  Reaching out a single finger, Cris stroked the sensitive flesh before bringing it back to his mouth and licking it. “You belong to me now.”

  “Yes.” Using one of her hands for leverage, she pushed the other one between her legs and stroked her aching sex.

  Cris captured her hand in his, not allowing her to pleasure herself. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You.” She moaned as she tried to pull her hand from his grasp. She might be stronger now that she was a vampire, but she was no match for Cris.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Fuck me, Cris. Now.” She stopped trying to pull her hand away from his and instead tried to push his hand closer to her damp flesh.

  His dark, satisfied laughter washed over her and he pushed out of his chair and stood. Opening his pants, he released his cock, which was huge and red. Gripping her knees in his hand, he held her wide as he probed for her opening. One slow inch at a time, he sank into her waiting depths.

  Johanna moaned with pleasure as she lowered her upper body back over the table. Now that her hands were free, she covered her breasts with them, reveling in the feel of the tight nipples stabbing her palms as she rubbed them.

  Cris reared back and drove hard, stopping once again when he was buried to the hilt. “You are my one true love.”

  Johanna intentionally squeezed her inner muscles around his throbbing length. “And you’re mine.”

  Cris’s eyes darkened as he laid one hand on the table by her head for leverage and wrapped his other arm around her waist. “Forever.” Pulling back, Cris began to fuck her. Hard. It was if he felt he needed to reassure himself that she was real and that she was his. Johanna reveled in his possession, needing their intimate connection as much as he did.

  The table groaned beneath her as she bucked and arched on its hard surface as he rode her. She turned her head to one side and watched the flames leaping wildly in the fireplace. Their shadows moved in a raw, primal dance on the wall. Reaching up, Johanna pulled his head down to her even as she hooked her legs around him and held him tight.

  Cris buried his face in her throat, nuzzling it before moving to her shoulder. Cradling her head in the palm of one hand, he held her mouth to his throat. His fangs sank into her the same moment that she sank hers into him. While he continued to thrust in and out, the table creaking in distress, they shared each other’s blood.

  It was the most incredible thing that Johanna had ever experienced. More intimate and intense than any of their previous lovemaking. Johanna’s whole body tightened, and for a second she was suspended between need and pleasure. Cris stroked hard into her once more and she went over the edge.

  Her entire body jerked as she came. A gush of liquid flowed from her pussy as she continued to suck from his neck. She could feel the sucking motion of his mouth on her neck all the way down between her thighs as if they pulsed to the same powerful rhythm. Johanna pulled her fangs free from his flesh and licked his neck.

  Cris’s entire body heaved and shuddered. He withdrew his teeth and gave a cry, pumping his cock into her until it was empty. Leaning forward, he licked the puncture marks on her neck, closing and healing them in one motion. Resting his head on her chest, he lazily licked at one of her nipples, making her moan once again.

  “We can come back later.” The new male voice was quite amused and very close.

  With a panicked look at towards the door, Johanna gave a shriek and pulled the bodice of the dress closed, smacking Cris’ nose as she did so. Cris swore and reared back, glaring at the intruders. “You have terrible timing.”

  Cris withdrew from her body, but was careful to make sure the fabric of her dress covered her. Casually, he adjusted his pants and refastened them. His face softened as he took in her disheveled state. Ignoring their guests, Cris helped her lace her gown shut, ran his fingers through her hair and gently lifted her from the table so that she stood beside him.

  Johanna was almost too embarrassed to look at their guests. She had a good idea who they were, and this was not how she envisioned this meeting. Cris caught her chin in his hand and tilted her face upwards. He kissed her lips, sensually moving his over hers.

  The sound of a male clearing his throat interrupted them. “I am most sorry to have to interrupt your lovemaking, madam, but as we are leaving tomorrow, we wanted to meet you before we left.”

  Cris sighed and turned her towards the voice. Two men stood side by side, not far from the table. They both had long black hair and vivid green eyes, just like Cris’. “May I present my brothers, Lucian and Stefan.”

  Johanna noted that Stefan was slightly taller than Lucian. They were both dressed formally, and Johanna wasn’t sure if she should offer her hand or curtsy. She smiled nervously and decided to be herself. Sticking out her hand firmly, she offered it to Lucian first. “Hi, I’m Johanna.”

  Picking up her hand, he kissed the back of it before passing it to Stefan, who also kissed it. Not the handshake she’d expected, but it ti
ckled her all the same. Her smile warmed.

  Cris wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back against his body. She could feel his still-hard erection poking her behind, and snuggled back closer to him.

  “This is Johanna Harker, my love and my life. I present to you the Dalakis bride.” Cris leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss.

  The sound of male laughter echoed in the big room, followed by the sound of a door being pulled firmly shut.

  About the author:

  N. J. Walters had a mid-life crisis at a fairly young age, gave notice after ten years at her job on a Friday, received a tentative acceptance for her first novel, Annabelle Lee, on the following Sunday.

  Happily married for over seventeen years to the love of her life, with his encouragement and support she gave up the job of selling books for the more pleasurable job of writing them. A voracious reader of romances of all kinds, she now spends her days writing, reading and reviewing books. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to do it.

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