Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Six

Her hips jerked in response to his touch, back arching away from the porcelain lined tub. Hans felt a wave of triumph, knowing the effect he had on her. Her Siren lineage made her more susceptible to him as his love hands freely roamed every inch of her flesh. Pleasurable moans slipped from between her lips as he place gentle but firm love bites on the crook of her neck.

"Hans..." She gasped, sounding out of breath.

A mischievous grip spread across his face. She wanted him. The desperation in her voice was quite evident, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils with the sweet smell of roses. God, how he longed to taste her; to feel her warmth wrap around him. He longed to feel her body writhing beneath him, the sound of his name upon her lips.

Normally, he would never dare take such a newly acquired slave into his bed; in fact, he rarely took any woman into his bed as of late. He knew the rumors that circulated throughout the Faye community. Despite what people thought of him, he was not keen on forcing women to do anything that they did not beg him to.

"Eve." He growled.

Her eyes opened, head tilting to meet his gaze. Her lips parted slightly, eyes widening a bit. Hans knew what it was she saw. His pupils would be gone, taken over by blackness. It happened whenever he became aroused and often caused women to flee from his company. Eve made no attempt to remove herself from his touch.

"Eve." He repeated, trailing his thumb down the length of her jaw and back up, "What is it you desire?"

Her eyebrows scrunched together, worry creasing her forehead. He could see the doubt flash behind her eyes, her body tensing up. Having never before experienced a man's touch, she clearly had no idea of what her body was telling her. Perhaps he could guide her into a sense of understanding.

"I know what I desire." He continued, his voice deepening. His fingers continued to work their magic between her legs. She gasped, knees tightening around his wrist. He chuckled at her wanton behavior.

"I desire your virgin flesh beneath me, your nails dragging down my chest as I enter you for the first time. I long to hear the sound of my name upon my lips as you cry out in delicious pleasure when I devour every inch of your wondrous skin."

He could feel the way her body shivered with each word he spoke. Her breathing became labored, her pale blue cheeks flushed with excitement. Yes, there was no doubting that wanted him as well. But he needed to her her say it. He wouldn't take her, wouldn't relive her suffering, until he heard her speak those glorious words.

"Tell me, Eve. Tell me what it is your desire and I shall release you from this pain." He nuzzled the crook of her neck, his other hand toying with her breast. He slid a finger within her, quickly followed by another. She moaned as he moved within her, slowly torturing her with thoughts of what was to come.

"Hans...I...I" She stammered, head falling back against his chest.

"You can't say the words, can you?" He sighed, removing his hand from its sacred spot.

She whimpered, bottom lip quivering as their eyes met. Hers were clouded over with hazy desire. He fought the urge to bend her forward and take her right here. Her first time should be a momentous occasion; an event she would never forget. It should not entail a quicky in the bathtub. There would be time for more...adventurous settings later on should she grant him permission.

"Very well. Since you cannot speak the words that I seek. Perhaps you could show me what it is you desire instead?" His eye brow quirked.

Her whole body froze at his words and, for a moment, he feared he had misspoke. She slowly pulled her body into a sitting position, facing away from him so he could see her face. The minutes ticked by as the two remained quiet and unmoving. He could practically hear the wheels in her mind clicking as she tried to decided what it was exactly that she wanted.

"Eve." He was the first to speak, "If you do desire to lie with me, do not think it is something I would ever force you to do." His words were soft, reassuring.

Those words seemed to break her trance. She turned herself slowly, lifting herself up on her knees, and faced him. Her arms covering her breasts, she stood slowly. Hans repressed a groan as his eyes ravaged her perfect, untouched body. The water dripped from her as she climbed from the tub. Hans did his best not to move. The decision was hers to make and he would abide by it...no matter how hard it proved to be.

He expected her to reach for the towel that hung off the bath room sink. He was delighted when she chose not to. Instead, she aimed for the partly closed bathroom door. His eyes followed her every movement. Her shoulders were pulled up, tense. He could just barely distinguish a minor shaking in her legs as she moved. His heightened vampire senses could hear the slight increase in her heart rate which could be attributed by many things. But his werewolf senses could taste the change in the air. She was aroused. And not just a little. He could practically taste the arousal that wafted from her.

As she reached the bathroom door, she did something that took him completely by surprise. She turned back to him, arms dropping her side. Their gaze met and in those orbs, he found the answer he sought. Only when he'd risen from his kneeling position did she continue into the next room. He walked carefully, allowing her to take control of the situation for the time being. 

He knew where her final destination would lead her. When her hands came to rest on the wooden foot board of the master bed in the far corner of the room, he made his move. He came up behind her, fingers resting on her narrow hips. His chest was already bare, his muscles pressing into her back. She didn't fight against him as his hands traveled lower, cupping and squeezing her bare buttocks.

"Get on the bed." He ordered.