12. Natalia

I don't payone bit of attention as he excuses us from the room, except for him telling them that they can make themselves at home and we'll see them tomorrow. His palm settles around the small of my waist, and he leads me from the dining room. I asked for this. No, I begged him for this. Now the big bad vampire wants to play, and all I can think about is how it works. What does foreplay even look like for them? Is it the same as with a guy; will he try to bite my neck or suck a little of my blood? Kissing the dark-eyed vampire was good. Okay, it was amazing, but we're talking about going all the way.

Scratch that … Oradea's done talking about taking my virginity. He's a take charge kind of guy, and we're headed up to his room. One stair at a time, I'm that much closer to losing my virginity to a dark-souled vampire. Even after years of promising myself I would wait until I met someone who truly cared about me. Maybe they didn't have to love me but thought enough of me to make it special.

We get to the top of the stairs, and Oradea turns to me and smiles. "There's no shame in saying let's wait. There doesn't even have to be a reason, enchantress. I can hear your mind racing a million miles a minute and feel the beating of your heart from here. You should be sure the time is right, with the right person, not because your virginity is something you want to rid yourself of."

My eyebrow arches. Easy for him to say. "Would you want it?"

Oradea smirks. "I do want it, very much, enchantress, but as a gift that you're sure about giving. Come, I'll put you to bed with a kiss. It's been a long day, and you have much to think about with everything that has happened, and I need to call your brothers. Better perhaps if we wait. Then I can have an honest conversation with them knowing that I have kept you safe, even from myself."

I should take more caution, but yet in my heart I've known he was the one since the very first time I felt his eyes move across every inch of my body. No one has ever made me feel that way. "I'm afraid that won't work. You've only managed to enamor me more, vampire." I take his hand. "This is what I want. Someone who puts my needs above what he wants because I'm worth more than that to him, you know? You would wait if you thought it wasn't the right time for me. I love that you would do that without me even having to ask. A male who I can trust to care about me, wholeheartedly. That is someone I want to give myself to for my very first time."

His hand settles on the small of my back, and he kisses me with a passion that takes my breath away, before guiding me the rest of the way. I take in a deep breath. This is it. I'm finally going to do it. We pass my room and walk into his. He closes the door behind us, guiding me to the large king-sized four poster bed that has heavy red crushed velvet drapery hanging from each of its sides while matching draperies cover what no doubt are French doors like mine that lead to a balcony outside. I take in the layout of the room. "Matching rooms. Almost."

He smiles, sits on the bed, and pulls me to him so I'm standing between his open legs. He traces a small pattern down the side of my cheek and over my lips, seemingly deep in thought. When he pushes the piece of hair from my face, his hand slips beneath my hair, cradling my nape, and draws me to him in a fluid movement that seems to stop all sense of time.

Oradea's lips touch mine, as his other hand draws me closer, cradling my body as we explore the depths of each other like it was always meant to be. He breaks our kiss for a moment as he pulls off his black vest, removing the long-sleeved Henley underneath that fits him like a glove, leaving on only the jeans that mold to his powerful thighs.

His hands slide down my waist, and he seals my momentary worries with a kiss that flames my desire and causes everything south to ignite. My hand explores his bare shoulders and the nape of his neck, curling into his hair and holding him tight.

Oradea undresses me slowly, top to bottom, in no rush at all, as he devours me with his eyes. "So beautiful, enchantress." He strokes each nipple, cupping my breasts in the palm of his hand before taking each nipple into his mouth, savoring the tips, and stoking fires below that I never knew existed until now. The butterflies in my stomach begin to quiver. This is real, what I've wanted, only with him. When I think I will die of wanting more, he lifts and turns, laying me gently on the bed, before divesting himself of his pants.

I swallow hard, watching as the rigidness of his shaft juts hard and ready. I should be scared out of my mind that he won't fit, that it will hurt more than anything I've ever felt, yet all I want is more. More of his touch, his warmth, and to feel him deep inside of me and to be as one.

His dark eyes watch me intently as he gently positions my feet on the footboard, standing in all his male glory between my knees. He leans in, kissing the inside of my thighs, traveling lower until that velvety tongue slides over my most intimate nub, sending shock waves of delight through my very core.

"Oradea…"

He does it again and again, so slow and sensual that I might just die. My fingers lace into the bedspread, the softness of the material scrunched under the pressure of my grasp as he strokes in just the right place, again and again. "Oradea…" The soft, barely audible panting is mine. Not once in all of my dreams has it been this intense and mind-altering good.

When he pauses, my hips shift to his mouth, causing him to smirk. "The rules, enchantress. You have to be ready for this." He strokes the end of his cock through the wetness of my center, so sensitive and already on the edge of an orgasm I can feel deep inside, waiting for just the right touch. Oradea is a relentless lover, he teases me unmercifully, bringing my temperature back to where it was just moments ago, stroking that spot with his cock and then a finger. He strokes my bundle of nerves again, causing my head to lull, taking the pleasure while needing so much more. But still, he makes me wait, building me and building me until I can barely stand the ache and the need for him inside.

I am so lost. Each stroke takes me higher with desire, and when I can barely stand it one second more, he plunges right to the very end of me, bursting through the barrier and hitting that very spot that's been aching for him to fill. I gasp through the pleasurable pain, my mind reeling with emotions while my body screams for him to give me more.

He has prepared me well, and slides through the slickness over and over, never letting up as he lifts my knees and sinks even farther, hitting that spot again and again until I can barely breathe through the desire, and I'm ready to explode.

"Come for me, enchantress," he whispers, as he strokes and plunges, and then does it again. My mind whirls in a torrent of lust as he brings me over the edge, and wave after wave crashes over me, not subsiding until he's followed me over and we lay next to each other, folded in the protection of his strong and capable arms still joined as one.

I snuggle into him as he slips behind me, cradled in his protection, basking in the afterglow of my first experience; something I'll never forget. I only hope it was good for him because I will still need to learn how to please a man. I close my eyes, almost drifting off before his lips touch my ear. It was perfect for me, enchantress. Rest, because I plan to wake you and do it to you time and time again.

A smile plays on my lips. I grasp his hand, keeping it pulled tightly against my belly as I drift into a peaceful and exhaustive sleep, dreaming of my handsome master who is fierce and bold to others and treats me as though I were made of glass.

Until he flies away… I chase after him in my dream, trying to keep up to his flight, through the forest, traveling right below the canopy of trees to provide cover in the night. As soon as I reach the clearing, my chest tightens with angst, and my heart pounds with fear. No, Oradea! I scream.