The Chosen One: A Vampire Lestat Story

Chapter 13: Mine

Chapter 13: Mine,

Raina POV...

Sucking hard he pulled me to him flush against him then nicks me with his fangs. A look of ecstasy dissolved away the pained expression that was in his features only moments before. He was so hungry, and it was not just for blood alone but for love. I could feel the connection growing between us, the sensation was like an electric current sizzling and binding us. As he feed upon me, I could feel his mind clear and gaining some semblance of control. I winced at first but the sensation that followed made me forget the whole thing. The feeling that came over me flooded my veins and caressed every nerve ending. It exploded in my brain like fireworks, a powerful blast that spread out to each of my limbs. I sprayed my fingers against his back then clutched hard at his shirt. My knees sudden weak and useless gave out and we fell together in slow motion that was gentle, soft, and so loving. He caught and held me easily and supported my weight completely. I was captured and there was no way I could get away and break our bond. I didn't want to anyway. There was no more fear only trust.

Lestat purred in his chest, a sound that reverberated in my very soul. It was calming and soothed away any remaining anxiety. It was if I was floating on a cloud of pleasure but all too soon, he pulled back and studied my face. His eyes flickered over my features lovingly searching for a sign that I was okay, and I managed a soft smile in return. I saw relief wash over him and he bend and captured my lips with his own. I wanted him and nothing would satisfy me until I had him forever. Erotic scenes bombarded my mind's eye that had me reeling with yearning. That's when I couldn't think at all, I was a messy pile of goo in his hands. I was lost in the expanse of his desire.

Growling with need, he pulled me closer and whispers into my ear. "I really like how you think my little love."

I couldn't speak but moments like these did not need words, they needed action. My mound pulsated with need. He picks me up and lays me on the couch in the living room. He unbuttoned my shorts and in one fluid motion he pulls shedding them off, with my underwear following suit. Taking me by the legs, he spread them then buries his face in between. Powerful pleasure flooded me, and I grip the cushions, clutching and releasing, repeating the action as he spurred my passion out of control.

My God he was so good. With every lick activates a cry of pleasure that provokes him on and on until I'm chanting his name like a fan girl at his concert. Soon he lifts me into his arms and carries me bridle style to our bedroom. As he lays me down, and I writhe on the comforter as if he were still touching me. The sensations that he elicited from me was illustrated expediently at that moment. He knew I was his and his alone. He took only a moment to catch my gaze and with that sideways smile he dove into me with his skilled tongue impossibly deeper. I clawed at his shoulders as the sensation overloaded my system.

With his name playing on my lips he added to the symphony of sound as he purred in time with my ritualistic worship of his name. Suddenly silence fills the room as he pops up. I made a protesting sound and instantly missed his shameless pursuit of my pleasure.

He smirks at my wanton sex starved reaction to his ministrations. "Do you want more, Raina?" He asked in a voice laced heavily with his sexy French accent.

"Yes, I want this," I murmur.

"Tell me what you want," he says urging me on.

"Make love to me," I cry.

His smile grows bigger as he lovingly caresses my clit. I moan out my approval as the erotic sensations take over in me. When he dove down into me again, I gushed my orgasm before I could even think. I heard him growl out my name as I heard a distinct jingling of his belt being undone. I look up in time to see his hardened member spring free from his pants. As I suspected it was impressive to look upon. It jutted out long and proud. I let out a whining sound wanting him in me. Quite and with out much delay he scoops me up by the hips and impales me with a deep stroke. He started his moments out slow and comfortable gaining up on our pleasure.

"Lestat, Yes!" I cried out.

My channel clenches on the length of his thick veiny member, and my toes start to curl by the pleasure that pulsated within me. I'm almost there for another orgasm.

"Not yet," Lestat says, commanding me to obey him. "I want us to come together."

"Oh, hurry Lestat!" I moan, taking a mouthful of my fist and biting down hard.

It took all my power and self-control to not give in and come. But my inner conviction was waning. I was losing it.

"Don't do it yet!" he says with so much authority I could not help but to obey.

It took every bit of strength to hold myself open for him and try not to closes them, for with each stroke my legs trembled weaker and weaker. Holding my legs, I kept up the fight and braced for the jolt of pleasure that came with every movement. He slows down and starts up a satisfying rhythm. I hear him breathing harshly through his clenched teeth. His guttering moans followed as he moved out and in more rapidly. He was close.

He makes a choking sound and yells," Now, do it now!"

I contract my muscles from my waist down. My walls started to grip him, and I pulled him in deeper as I milk him of his come with every last drop. Time seem to stand still as I clench, release and repeat, until I'm coming all over the bed.

He collapses and I let my body go slack as he rolls over and pulls me into a sweet embrace. I rest my head on his chest and snuggle into him as he absorbs my warmth. Feelings washed over me.

Was it love, it poured out of my heart for him as tears leaked from eyes? Does he feel it too? Can he love me as I love him? As if he could hear me in my mind he nods.

"Yes, my love, I do."

"How do you do that?"

He chuckles. "I can read minds."

I blush deeply. Oh, now he tells me.