Blood Oath (10 page)

Demi moaned, and his hands shook when he
pushed the straps down her shoulders. His hands moved to her breasts. He paused
briefly to touch the pendant nestled in the valley of her breasts. It glowed
with golden glints. His fingers stroked it reverently before he returned his
attention to her breasts.

Anca started to release her breast, but Demi
cupped his hand around hers, pushing her hand more firmly into her soft flesh.

“What do you feel?”

She bit her lip, struggling to form coherent
words as his other hand stroked her neglected breast through the silk cup. When
he tweaked her nipple, she almost forgot how to speak. It was only when he
pressed her fingers against her nipple again that she remembered his question.

“Pleasure,” she said with a moan.

Demi shook his head. “How does your breast
feel?”

She closed her eyes to capture a
description. “Soft, but firm.” Her voice was low, and she wondered if he could
hear her. He circled her hand around her breast. “The bra is silky. It feels
good rubbing against my nipple.”

Demi moved her palm to cup the tip of her breast.
“The nipple, Anca?”

“It’s tingling with need.”

He chuckled. “What does it need?” As he
asked the question, he pushed down the cup on her other breast and stroked her
nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

Anca groaned. “That,” she managed to force
out. “You.”

He released her hand, letting it fall to her
side. His fingers were steady when they moved to the clasp at her back and
unfastened the bra. He pulled it away slowly and tossed it over his shoulder to
join the sweater.

Her breasts were barely exposed before his
hands replaced the bra and covered them. Each callous on his hands pressed into
her soft flesh, exciting her nerve endings. He pushed his thumbs against her
nipples with enough pressure to cause her pussy to spasm, but not enough to
hurt. He moved his thumbs in slow circles, brushing the rough skin of his pads
against her sensitive peaks.

Anca couldn’t hold back a cry of pleasure.
She couldn’t summon the ability to care if a servant heard them making love.

Remembering the vision, she arched backwards
until her back touched the writing table. Within seconds, Demi’s mouth
followed. He pressed his lips into the valley of her breasts and opened his
mouth. He swirled his tongue over her skin, and she whimpered, begging him
without words to touch her throbbing nipples with his tongue.

“Impatient,” he said tenderly and moved his
mouth to her right breast as he cupped her other breast in his hand. He laved
the turgid peak as he applied gentle pressure with his fingers to the other
bud. His tongue moved in circles over her areole, moving outward and away from
her nipple before swooping back in.

Anca groaned as he bit down gently on her
nipple, while squeezing the other one with enough pressure to almost hurt. It
didn’t hurt though. It only made her aware of how sensitive her breasts were,
and how neglected her pussy felt.

He seemed to read her thoughts, because his
right hand moved from her hip to the waistband of her slacks. He undid the
button and zipper in two quick motions, and then slid his hand inside the
waistband, over her silk panties.

Anca’s pussy spasmed as he stroked her lips
through the silk panties. She was dripping with need, and thrust her hips
upward, bringing her pussy more fully against his hand. She bit her lip to
restrain a cry as he suckled on her nipple and pressed his fingers into her
cleft, using the silk for added friction.

Demi moved his head from her breast to her
mouth, forming a seal around her lips with his as he massaged her clit through
the silk. He swallowed each of her tiny cries of pleasure as his finger
explored her wet pussy through the flimsy barrier.

He slipped his hand from her breast to her
navel, then lower. He pressed gently against the top of her pussy as he
fingered her clit with increasing pressure.

Anca continued to arch against him. She
tried to meet each stroke of his tongue on hers with one of her own, but she
wasn’t able to concentrate. Everywhere he touched her, he left behind a fire,
and she was about to explode. Frissons of awareness flashed from her nipples to
her pussy, heightening her pleasure at his touch.

Demi’s hand moved from the top of her pussy
to the waistband of her pants. He pushed them down a few inches, one side at a
time, without breaking the rhythm of his fingers in her pussy. With her pants
lower, he had more room to maneuver, and he cupped her pussy in his hand.

Anca ground her pussy against his palm as he
pressed upward in a partially circular motion. He kept up steadily increasing
pressure as she continued to arch against him. She hovered on the edge of
coming. When he brought the index finger of his other hand against her clit
through the silk and pressed in and around just once, she couldn’t hold back.

Her pussy convulsed and released more
moisture. She pressed her swollen lips against his palm, too sensitive to
continue thrusting, but enjoying his touch too much to move away. Her breasts
ached as her orgasm peaked, and the convulsions faded to tiny spasms.

He was the first to break contact. Demi
removed his hands and stood up to his full height. Gently, he drew her up to
stand with him and pulled her close for a tender kiss. When he lifted his head,
he caressed her cheek. “Did you enjoy that,
meu dragostia
?”

She leaned against him. “I nearly died,” she
said against his chest.

He laughed, and it caused his chest to
rumble. “I should leave you to rest.”

She shook her head, grinning when the light
dusting of hair on his chest tickled her cheeks. “Not yet.”

“You want to continue?”

“Yes.” She bit back a yawn as a wave of
tiredness swept through her. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” She lifted
her head to meet his eyes. “I’ve had orgasms before, but never like that. I
feel like I’m just getting started.” She was unable to block the yawn that
followed her words.

Demi kissed her forehead. “But you’re near
collapsing, Anca. There will be another chance for lovemaking. The first time
should be slow and sensual, not hindered by your exhaustion.”

Her eyes darted to the hard bulge in his
pants. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “I’ll survive a bit of
discomfort.”

Anca licked her lips. “You don’t have to.”

He shook his head. “You’re too exhausted. I
can’t allow you to tire yourself any further.”

She took his hand and walked to the bed on
shaking legs. He followed behind her without a word. When she let go of his
hand, he stood in front of her with his eyebrow quirked, staring at her. His
eyes widened as she pushed off her pants and panties. “Your pussy is smooth.”

She nodded. “I like to swim, and I don’t
like hair showing. It’s just as easy to have it all waxed.”

Demi’s brows furrowed. “Is this a common
practice in America?”

Anca shrugged. “It depends on the woman.”

His eyes remained on her pussy. He reached
out and stroked it hesitantly. “I have never seen a woman with a bald pussy
before. I have heard of it, and I have always been curious to touch one…to
taste a smooth pussy.”

She felt a twinge of jealousy at the mention
of other women. Anca kept her expression bland to keep from revealing her
emotions. “Do you like it? Is it what you expected?”

“More.” Demi stroked her smooth lips once
more before dropping his hand to his side. “I like it very much. It makes my
cock so hard it hurts.”

Anca winked at him. “Good.” She sat down on
the bed and sank a few inches into its soft depths. She was nearly eye-level
with his cock, so close she could see it twitching against the confines of his
pants. “We both know you’ll take care of it yourself as soon as you leave me.”

Demi nodded, without a hint of
embarrassment. “Yes.”

Anca patted the soft coverlet. “I don’t want
you to leave me. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight, in a strange place.”

He frowned. “You want me to stay with you
tonight?”

She nodded. “I might be afraid otherwise.”
She grinned up at him.

“There are guards—“

She sighed at his thick-headedness, unable
to decide if it was deliberate. “Okay, forget subtlety. I want to feel your
arms around me.”

He blinked, and then nodded. “If that’s what
you want.”

“I want more than that, but I’m too tired.”
She smiled again. “However, I’m not too tired to watch you please yourself.”

A hint of uncertainty appeared in his eyes.
“Anca?”

“I want to watch you stroke your cock.” She
shrugged. “I’ve always been aroused by a man pleasing himself. If I want to
watch you, and if you aren’t shy, there’s no reason to be uncomfortable.”

Demi tilted his head. “I don’t know…”

She leaned forward to unzip his pants. He
didn’t push her hands away, so Anca pushed them down to his knees and stroked
his cock through his sensible white briefs. It jumped against her hand, and she
could feel it throbbing. “Please, Demi.”

When he remained silent, she looked up at
him through the veil of her lashes. His expression bordered on pain. When she
trailed her nails against the head, he drew in a ragged breath. She grew bolder
by his continued silence and slipped his cock from his briefs.

He stood there as rigid as a statue, while
his cock jutted toward her, begging for her touch. Anca leaned forward a little
more and kissed the head. His fluid smeared across her lips, and she looked up
to ensure he was watching. She flicked out her tongue and swirled it around her
lips slowly.

He swallowed audibly, and his cock seemed to
harden in her hand. Anca reached for his hand and brought it to his cock. He
cupped it without her urging.

“What do you feel?” she asked, repeating his
earlier question.

Sweat beaded his upper lip, and he cleared
his throat. “Smooth skin, hard, aching…” He trailed off and began stroking his
cock.

Anca’s sated body stirred with arousal again
as she watched his hand engulfing the length of his cock. Her lips parted when
he paused to softly stroke the V where all the nerve endings met.

Her eyes moved up to his face, and she
smiled at his expression. His eyes were closed, his head was tossed back, and
he was biting his lip. She returned her gaze to his stroking hand and, as he
increased the tempo, her pussy spasmed.

He moaned low in his throat and squeezed his
hand around the base of his cock. After a long second, he stroked upward again,
moving slowly. His thumb caressed the corona of his cock, and he arched his
hips.

Anca could see the way his muscles
tightened, and she knew he was close. As he tightened his grasp and stroked
downward, she cupped his balls in her hand. While she stroked them, she leaned
forward and put her mouth around the head of his cock. Hot spurts of fluid
filled her mouth, and she swallowed them as she continued caressing his balls.

Demi had stiffened when she put her mouth on
him, but now he surged forward. He buried his other hand in her hair to hold
her against him as he squeezed the last drop of arousal from his cock.

His cock softened in her mouth, and Anca
eased away once he loosened his grip on her hair. She propped her chin against
his hard stomach and stared up at him. It should have felt awkward, or maybe
even embarrassing, but all she felt was a surge of tenderness that he had
shared something so personal with her.

Her pussy ached with desire, but she was too
tired. Anca caressed his buttocks with her hand, waiting for him to speak. He
didn’t seem inclined to break the silence, so she said, “I know what I’ll be
dreaming about tonight.”

He lifted a brow. “What?”

“Making love to you.” She yawned. “I’m ready
for you, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. I’m too tired to even take a
bath.”

Demi moved away from her. After he shed his
pants, briefs, and shoes, he walked to the water pitcher and basin on the
vanity table. She heard water splashing as he cleaned himself, and when he
returned, he held a wet cloth. “Lie back.”

Tears misted Anca’s eyes as she lay back
against the feather pillows and parted her legs. Never had any man been so
tender with her or put so much emphasis on her needs. Until she met Demi, she
hadn’t thought such men existed, outside of fairy tales and romance books.

When he finished, he took the cloth into the
bathroom before returning to her.

Anca managed to roll over so he could pull
down the covers on her side of the bed. After he did so, she snuggled under
them and buried her head in the pile of pillows. She was vaguely aware of Demi
turning off the lamp before he got in bed with her. Almost as soon as he took
her in his arms, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

* * * * *

When Anca’s eyes opened later in the night,
the travel alarm she’d unpacked and placed on the nightstand read 3:06A.M. She
had set it to Corsovan time before dinner, so she subtracted seven hours to get
New York time. It was eight at night to her body, so it was little wonder she
was awake and refreshed.