The Vampire Queen's Resurrection

CHAPTER EIGHT: RESISTING HIM

That was exactly what Aaliyah had been hankering for since the day she’d appeared back in his life. Awakening from the dead.

A long sigh escaped her when his palm brushed the upper part of her naked skin. Pleasure filled her from everywhere, a fire igniting inside her with such intensity that she trembled under the force. Suddenly, her fingers itched to touch his skin, to feel his warmth under her hands.

It had been the same gnawing hunger which had gripped her the moment she’d awakened. The moment her gaze had clashed with his golden eyes, she’d been longing to feel his warmth, his sunlight-kissed torso under her touch. Despite the warning messages that her brain was sending her, she still sucked on his mouth like a leech.

With a flash, they were back in his Manhattan apartment, her hands still tied around his neck. The kiss deepened arousing to a point where the first-base groping weren’t enough. As if reading her mind, he reached behind her back and his hand fumbled with her dress’s zipper. The red dress fell in a pool at her feet, and he sniffed in her unique scent in a deep breath. It was such a primal action that she felt her limbs go numb at the sensations he was provoking.

In desperate urgent need to reciprocate the favor, she unbuttoned his shirt nearly popping out the buttons in her haste, and frantically searching for the warmth of his skin underneath her palms.

When they touched his naked skin, he seemed to sizzle in reaction and moaned in decadent delight.

Every part of her brain screamed at her that this was a terribly bad idea. That she should retract whilst there was still time. But her treacherous body had a mind of its own – it clung to his torso like a desperate panda holding on to a bamboo leaf. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she had that nebulous memory that vampires had the ability to hypnotize humans.

Maybe that was her problem – he’d spellbound her to the point of her not being able to have a coherent thought. Sanity seeped in at some point, and she broke the kiss, her lips feeling swollen after the savage onslaught.

Her chest was heaving heavily like she’d just ran a marathon while the only thing indicating his turmoil was his golden eyes flashing with desire. A desire so potent that she couldn’t help being fascinated by it.

For a long moment, Emir seemed too stunned to say anything and raked his finger through his hair. “Is it too much for you? Do we stop here?” His hand moved over his face in concerned worry.

She hardly knew where to look, what to think. She just stood immobile, her mind going completely blank. He was clearly saying that it was her call. She was to make the decision. She shook her head in defeat, feeling too fragile to utter a single word.

Her arms came around to wrap herself in comfort, there was a dark void in her stomach. The pounding in her ears wouldn’t stop, and all she wanted to do was run, but somehow her feet felt glued to the ground.

Her eyes stared back at him in supplication – she’d lost a battle she hadn’t even been aware of fighting. She didn’t know for how long she just stood there hugging herself as she searched for something in his intense gaze. She didn’t know what she was looking for until she found it.

He knew the exact second she lost the battle with herself. The corner of his lips lifted in that tilted manner of his, curving in a thin line. Then, he leaned forward and captured her lips once again.

This kiss was more heated more passionate, where the stakes had already been laid out in the open. There was no place to hide anymore. There was no escaping this.

She moaned her approval when his hand grabbed her breast through her bra and started to mold her naked flesh in his palm. Her n*****s were peaking so hard that they smarted with the attention. The blood stains had dried on her upper torso, and he licked them off in one big slurp.

When his tongue contacted her n****e, she hissed savagely not even aware that he’d exposed the erogenous zone. She clung to his head, applying more pressure to the pleasure he was giving her. She writhed against him, the strong sensation targeting her very core.

Her hands explored his naked torso, teasing lightly as she reached his n****e, and administrating the same movement as she pressed against them to feel the hardened nub. He moaned in response and lifted her one leg up as her back plastered against something solid.

“Ohhh,” she moaned as he kissed her breasts in turn, lavishing the same attention to both with his tongue and teeth. During all that time, his strong hand was against the crook of her back to hold her firmly right where he wanted.

Then, he positioned himself so that she could feel his length against her lacy panties, and liquid mixture pooled to wet the cloth. The idea of him there excited her so much that she saw stars with her eyes closed.

Although she’d lost her memory, she knew that chemistry like that wasn’t a given to everyone. He increased his movements against her panties, driving her wild until she whimpered huskily in a voice she could barely recognize. This should last forever, she thought in a moment of sheer elation.

Then, when she thought she would simply die out of pleasure, he removed her soaked panties with two deft fingers, and knelt before her. There was a moment of hesitation as he stood on his knees, looking at her for confirmation.

Aaliyah felt too exposed at that moment, but she simply bit her lips in acquiescence. There was no going back. He growled savagely at the raw submission he could probably read in her eyes and licked his lips wickedly.

A flash of him wearing that same reverent look as he bent in front of her flashed, but again, it was so fleeting that she couldn’t make much of it. And then, everything blurred when she felt the slick organ over that part of her body which exhilarated her.

Her head bent backwards, with her hair cascading down as she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. His tongue brushed over her clit so softly that she sighed in breathless anticipation as goosebumps puckered all over.

Her hands automatically linked at the back of his neck to make sure he stayed where he was. Again, the tip of his tongue teased the hardened bud, and a gush of moisture pooled from her p*ssy. She bit her knuckles to refrain from crying out loud.

When he applied more pressure with his tongue over the lubricated pleasure zone, she moaned out loud in a husky voice going out of her mind. That was when he repeated the naughty exploration over and over again with that devastating expertise. The pleasure spilling over her make her body strum in unbearable tension, and she forgot her own name.

When he stopped, she moaned in protest, and looked at him prepared to beg for more if that was what he wanted. But he grinned at her, that smile which transformed his rigid face into a younger more carefree handsome version. She was already so on edge that merely looking at him would have sent her off the cliff.

He gave her that knowing look which seemed to indicate that he knew exactly what was going on in her head, and she understood that he didn’t even have the need to read her mind.

With a purposeful intent, he licked his two fingers provocatively before inserting them inside her. She jerked as he filled her in so deep without hesitation, like he’d done that multiple time before. Maybe he had.

She was about to scream when his lips descended on her clit, his tongue fiercely attacking that erogenous zone relentlessly. The tension stated to build up again in a pinnacle that was so unbearable that she subconsciously pulled on his hair. She felt the waves coming long before they actually came. Aaliyah shattered against his lips and touch, in a progressing burst of fireworks and stars.

The orgasmed rocked through her like a tsunami, waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again. It went on violently for long minutes, even when she’d usurped all her energy reserve. When she was done, she could not move one muscle.

“You must be getting old,” Emir teased tenderly as he pushed back a damp tendril from her face to tuck behind her ear.

She muttered something unintelligible under her breath as she struggled to keep her eyelids open but failed to do so. Drowsy with repletion, she didn’t even realize when she dozed off in a peaceful abyss.

With a jerk, she gasped when her eyes opened to a light golden glow, so close to her that her heart skipped a beat for a frightening moment. How creepy of him to stare at her while she’d been sleeping. Was he not tired?

“Vampires don’t sleep,” he murmured in her ear, and she blinked groggily at him to focus her sodden mind to the present. Had he been watching her all that time?

“Yes I have. This human side of yours fascinate me, I have to admit. You’ve never slept on me before.”

A surge of heated warmth filled her cheeks as an embarrassed blush crept up inadvertently. Was that a reproach that he hadn’t…? Did he have to make it so plainly obvious that she had failed to return him the favor?

“That’s not what I meant,” he drawled easily, drawing circles over her naked arms in patterns as she turned on her side to face him more properly. His eyes roamed over her hungrily as the sheet slid from her naked body to reveal her thigh. “In the past, you used to be indefatigable. Always on the go. I would be the one to lose all my energy, but you would still be craving for more.”

She grinned wickedly. “Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Royal…,” she said brazenly, propping her body up with her elbow, and toppling his down on the bed with a shove. She didn’t kid herself to think that she’d managed to achieve that. He was playing along to humor her. “…but nothing’s changed. I am still as tireless as ever,” she climbed over his naked body, her long legs astride.

In one fluid movement, she was over him, her core strategically placed over his groin, and she started grinding their private parts together. He groaned, grabbed her thigh firmly in place. Like her body was programmed to respond to him, she felt herself getting turned on as quickly, the wetness between her legs a solid proof.

“Yasss, oh yes!” he cried out passionately. She raised her body one inch above him and guided his length inside her. There was a loud groan from both of them as she took him all inside her.

“Ohhh,” she moaned decadently, lifting herself up to feel him deep inside. Her hips started to rock out its own volition, in slow motion. He gripped each side of her thigh in desperate frenzied excitement, pumping hard inside her with increasing tempo. She went out her mind under his rough untutored administrations.

In wild abandon, she grabbed her dangling breasts and pinched them as she followed his fast pace, her body tumbling into another burst of violent spasms. His unfettered groan which followed indicated that he’d followed right through. Warmth filled her as he spilled his seeds inside her, and she was too spent to care about anything else.

Her slackened body fell over him in fulfilled completeness, and she was glad when he took the care to rearrange her next to him and cuddled her close. By the time he dropped a kiss on her nose, she was already snoring like a boar.

So much for resisting him!