Accidentally Married to…a Vampire?(Accidentally Yours #2)(46)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Helena’s core clenched hard as she thought about tasting him there. She remembered with perfect clarity how the rest of him looked. That image of him lying nude on the alter in Mexico would forever be seared in her mind.

“Yes,” her voice was scratchy and rough. “I would.”

As he slid the pants down, her eyes traveled with them. His legs were tight and muscular with a light dusting of black hair; his thighs were powerful like a champion stallion, and his c**k could equally be described. Large and thick—it just begged to be put to hard work. Again, Helena gulped. Her mind had forgotten all about the reasons she’d left him. Right now, the only thing that mattered was how she wanted him in the worst kind of way.

He slowly lowered his head and took her mouth with a leisurely, controlled pace. But she could sense the tension undulating just beneath the surface, ready to explode. All he needed was one little push, and she’d feel the full force of his passion; nothing would be held back. Was she strong enough to take him? She could feel his concern; he was quite sure he would break her.

His rough hands slid under her shirt and briefly stroked the curves of her waistline before pulling her shirt over her head. His eyes languidly gazed over her bare br**sts. He kneeled down slowly, his eyes never breaking from hers as he pulled down her pants and panties, leaving her just as bare as he was.

Niccolo’s body was so large compared to her that she felt like a doll. His strength excited her.

His face was eye level with her midriff, but he bent his head to place leisurely kisses over her lower belly, grasping her h*ps with his large hands.

Helena gasped. The touch of his lips only made her need painful, unbearable. His lips slowly worked their way up the center of her stomach to her br**sts. She ran her fingers through the thick wave of midnight black hair while he kissed the underside of her breast, massaging the skin with his tongue. He continued placing kisses over every inch of her skin, except her eager, hard nipple. Was he teasing her?

“Please, Niccolo, I can’t take any more.”

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with primal lust, like a lion hovering over a fresh kill. “I’m just getting started.” He pushed her back and she fell into the bed. Niccolo’s enormous body pinned her onto the mattress. “Do not say anything, Helena, not a word. The sound of your voice will send me over the edge, and I do not want to lose control.”

She was about to protest, but he covered her mouth quickly with his hand and shook his head. “No, my love, I must go slowly,” he paused, his lungs heaving. “I cannot risk hurting you.”

Helena gave a nod, still feeling shocked by the raw emotions she felt deep within him. She’d never slept with a man, but she imagined that this connection was far more intimate than anything she could experience from ha**ng s*x with any other.

He cautiously slipped his hand away from her mouth, replaced it with his full lips, and returned to the task of savoring her body. Helena tried to relax, but feeling his hard muscles and velvety skin blanketing hers was too much. His strong thigh rested in between her legs, and his erection pushed against the inner side of her hipbone. That was not where she wanted it to be.

His hand slid down her neck, raking over her br**sts, down her belly, until his fingers met her cleft. She gasped as he ran his finger up and down the center of her folds, pressing lightly on that sensitive spot aching for him. Helena’s mind tumbled to a place it had never been…pure pleasure.

He worked his thick fingers faster and deeper, coaxing from her body the eruption she craved. Her h*ps rocked towards his hand and suddenly she exploded.

She heard her cry simultaneously through her own ears and his. She felt her moans vibrate through him like a violent earthquake, shattering the fragile veneer of control he was trying to maintain.

Her own mind scrambled.

She’d just released the beast, the vampire. In the space of a heartbeat, Niccolo had thrust her thighs apart and positioned himself at her entrance, his mouth had moved to the base of her neck, his fangs about to pierce her skin.

She froze with fear as all tenderness evaporated from his mind and was replaced with savage emotions: hunger, lust, possession. His fangs pricking her skin. She felt the sting. She realized that he was right; he would break her. The primal instincts within him were too strong.

“No, Niccolo. Wait!” She pushed him back with all her force, but it was no match for his power. “I know you love me. Stop! Goddammit!”

The head of his hard c**k was wedging its way inside her, and a part of her couldn’t believe she actually wanted him to stop; he felt so good, so right. But her fear of being sucked dry and broken as he unleashed his lust for her blood and body was stronger.

“Please,” she whispered, stroking the back of his head and those thick, black wavy locks. “You can stop, I feel you love me. You don’t want to hurt me.”

Against her na**d chest, she felt his heart hammering. His fangs protracted from her skin, and he broke the suction of his mouth.

Helena sighed.

Now that he’d regained control again, Helena felt sheer frustration. Yes, her mind was filled with fear—both his and hers—but her body craved him.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered against her neck, sending shivers down her entire body. “I should not have thought I was strong enough to resist you. I haven’t feed for many days now. And even if I had, I wonder if it would change anything. I crave you.”

He rolled off of her and pulled her head to his chest. She could feel his emotions. Failure. Shame.

“Niccolo? It’s okay. Really.” She looked up at his sublime face, the masculine features triggered her neediness all over again. His angular jaw rough with black stubble, his dark lashes, and thick straight brows were works of art.

Eyes closed, he nodded. “I am very sorry for hurting you, my love. Please forgive me.”

She smiled and snuggled into his chest. His heart was beating so loudly now. “Don’t worry. Everything will be different after you’ve changed me.”

***

Like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, Niccolo cringed inwardly at her words. The thought of changing Helena was absurd. He loved her. Truly loved her.

She was right when she’d said before that his world was dark…that he was dark. Damn it, he was also an arrogant, stubborn, deadly bastard, and he always would be. She deserved better. It didn’t matter if he found a way to be free or not; he’d still be who he was, and killing was just as much a part of him as anything. He understood that now after seeing the wake of destruction the Obscuros left behind. So many innocent lives were prematurely snuffed out every day. The Obscuros’ numbers were growing, and they had to be eliminated.