24. Natalia

Oradea stepsinto the bedroom dressed in a dark black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, unbuttoned just enough that I can see the gold medallion he always wears and the tuft of dark hair I like to run my fingers through while in bed.

He smirks, watching me observe him. My cheeks heat at being caught, but I'm not so shy that I want to look away. "I'm a very lucky girl."

His eyebrows arch. "Who's about ready to get so much luckier. How are you feeling?" he asks, closing the distance between us quickly with several strides. "Very good." I bat my eyelashes at the devil himself. "Except for this ache deep inside that won't seem to go away, no matter what I do." He grins, scooping me into his powerful arms, transporting me with him to the lower-level dungeon where Embry is staying. "Won't Embry hear us?" I ask, as he walks toward the door of another room. He starts to balance me and then shakes his head, transporting us through the door and onto the other side.

I gasp, taking in the large kidney-shaped pool that swirls with a mixture of red and black rose petals, all mingling together to create a mirage of color on top of the water. "It's extravagant. You did this for me?" I ask as he gently sets me down on a lounger and takes up residence in the other, sitting sideways on it as he removes my shoes. He strokes my toes as I wiggle them. Those eyes pin me with a stare that sees right to my very soul. "I did this for you. I will move heaven and earth for you, enchantress." His fangs descend, gleaming against his lips, as his eyes heat with desire that must mirror my own as his hand travels up my leg and traces patterns on my thigh, causing my insides to turn to goo.

My eyebrows raise. "You sure know how to woo a woman, with this luxury pool, these rose petals, and that devastating smile of yours."

Oradea captures my gaze with his, standing to remove his clothing. One piece at a time, peeling his shirt from the chest and abs made of rock-solid wall of muscle, before unbuckling his belt and letting his dress pants fall to the floor before removing that last piece of material that shows me exactly what I've been waiting to see. I inhale, my mouth almost watering at the sight of the bulging muscle, hard and raging, and ready for me.

"Mine," I tell him.

He smiles, and his red desire-stained eyes never leave my face as he takes my hand, helping me stand. His lips curve, his fangs become more pronounced, and the long white gleaming points seem even brighter against the deep red color of his lips. Oradea strokes my hair and pushes a wayward piece away from my eyes before lifting my top over my head and peeling the lace from my breasts. He slides the rest of my clothes over my hips and tosses them to the floor. He surveys me completely naked, standing before him, with heated cheeks. "You are beautiful, my possessive little enchantress," he whispers, cradling my neck, capturing my lips again, then trailing down my neck and to the pointy tips of my breasts that ache to be touched.

My center heats with desire, the flames getting hotter with every caress of his tongue over the erect tips that seem connected with that special little spot deep inside. He replaces his mouth with fingers that know exactly what they're doing, caressing the sensitive tips with a finger and thumb, rolling them, and causing me to pant his name over and over.

He kisses me long and hard, the way I've always dreamt of being kissed, taking my breath away more and more with every second of time that passes. My toes stretch, and my fingers tangle in his hair, relishing in the lush waves that run like silk through my fingers.

Oradea leans over and lifts me by my hips. "Hold on to me, love." I wrap my legs around his waist, locking at my ankles. Our tongues dance, exploring, and tasting, causing my center to wet as he walks us down the steps of the pool, sinking us shoulders deep into the petal-filled water. "Trust me. I want you to float among the petals."

Every nerve in my body is pulsing as he gently lays me back. I splay my arms to either side as he lifts my legs from around his waist, letting the buoyancy of the water take its course, while I float among the black and red petals as he watches from between my legs. He strokes a finger over my belly button, sending an electric sensation down the length of my spine, before circling my mound, teasing, and tormenting me as I try to focus on staying afloat.

He swipes a finger through the fine, soft hairs and into the folds below, sinking one finger into my center. I close my eyes, absorbing the pleasure as he does it again, and his thumb caresses over that sensitive little bundle of nerves that causes me to softly moan his name. "Oradea…"

"Patience, enchantress." My entire core throbs with unleashed desire for the powerful vampire who in such a short time has become my entire world. He is not in a hurry, but leisurely plays, caressing, teasing and always changing his strokes, just as I'm on the edge of the most elusive orgasm. He smiles down at me as I pout after he's caused another one to elude me. "The wait will be worth the reward, my love," he says, sinking into the water so that I can feel his breath right on my center. He blows, the coolness of the air in stark contrast to the heat my center feels. But when he washes me with his tongue, every nerve ending is so sensitive that I can barely breathe I'm so filled with desire. "Oradea, Oradea, please."

My toes curl in the water, anything to move, to absorb the powerful pleasure that he gives with every single stroke of that tongue on my sensitive clit. This time the ache is deep, built so strong that when he strokes me with his wet, velvety tongue again, I climax so hard that lights behind my eyes blind me as I come. He gently licks me through every wave, not letting me come down until he is ready for my pleasure to end. I bend to see his face and his eyes that are filled with passion. He licks a white, slick finger. "This is mine, and you are mine, for all of eternity," he says, reaching behind me to lift me as my legs wrap around his waist, and he settles me onto his rod. I sink deep, all the way to the end of him, buried to the hilt with every inch of raging stick.

When he lifts my hair and runs his fangs along the expanse of my neck, I should be at least nervous, but desire is such a powerful thing. All I want is to feel him deep inside of me, and to feel what other vampires feel when they mate. I want all of him and every single thing that he wants to do to me. He gives me a wicked grin, knowing exactly what I'm thinking. He slides me up and down his cock. "I'll tell you when you're ready, enchantress."

He sucks the tip of each breast, one after another, while lifting me slowly, up and down on the buoyant water and his rigid cock. He kisses my breasts, suckles my neck, and then that sensitive spot just below the shell of my ear. My head tips back, savoring every bit of pleasure he has to give, and when I can't stand it one minute more, he thrusts hard, pulling me against that raging cock that drives into me. When I can barely breathe and the waves begin, he sinks the points of his fangs deep into the tender flesh of my neck, at the same time driving to the very end of me, causing me to explode with wave after delicious wave.

He is a powerful master and holds me gently through it all, commanding every bit of my pleasure while doling out the most powerful climax. He removes his fangs from my neck and kisses my throat, trailing a heated path to my breasts and giving them each a kiss, before finding my mouth. He kisses me long and hard, holding me as we both ride through a mind-blowing orgasm. "Mine."

"Yours," I tell him, as he gathers me into his arms and walks me out of the pool. I cling to the strength of his neck as he kisses then sucks each breast, one by one, as he carries me to the adjacent bathroom and into a glass enclosed shower. He tests the water, letting the temperature regulate before pulling me under its spray to warm against his strength.

I melt into his hands as he massages the shampoo into my hair, running circles around my scalp and then dipping two fingers around my nape, doing it all over again after rinsing the shampoo and applying the conditioner. "A girl could really get used to this," I murmur half coherently. His eyes narrow, and he punctures and rips a slit in his skin with his fangs, tipping my head back with a finger to my forehead. "Drink, enchantress. I fear I've taken all of your energy today."

I drink from his offering, the warmth of his blood nourishing and restoring my depleted source, causing a serene feeling to wrap around me as I fill. When I'm done, he wipes a spot of blood from my face and rinses us both off before wrapping me in a warm cashmere towel and carrying me into the other room and to bed.

He lies beside me after getting me tucked in, stroking my back. My mind floats on a post-coital high and in dire need of sleep, but still something nagging stirs in the recesses of my mind. "Embry? Wasn't she in this room? Where's Embry?"