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Blood from Stone, chapter 11
🕑 Added 2022-02-03 16:44:50 +0000 UTCChapter 11
Liliana felt like her nerve endings were on fire. Every sensation was magnified to an almost painful degree. Draven's lips seared against hers as he pressed her against the interior side of his bedroom door, causing it to click shut with a nearly ominous sense of finality. Their bodies crushed against each other, hands roaming wildly, desperate sounds of wanting piercing the oppressive silence of the room around them.
He unzipped her jacket, peeling it halfway down her arms before stopping, using the bulky cloth to trap her limbs behind her back. Liliana's reaction caused his grin to widen as she struggled valiantly to be free of the improvised bonds. He didn't hold on to her for long, stripping the jacket the rest of the way off so rapidly that the air in the room raised goosebumps on her bare arms. "You know, for such a capable badass... You sure do like feeling helpless, don't you, Liliana?"
She snorted, throwing an open palm at Draven's chest like she was about to shove him away. Instead, she gripped a fistful of his hoodie and spun with the whole weight of her body behind it, raking his ankles out from under him and tossing him onto his back on the bed. She climbed astride him before he had a chance to retaliate, shoving her icy cold hands against his bare skin beneath the heavy layer of fleece he wore. "It's because I am a capable badass that I enjoy it, Draven." He audibly gasped and the ripple of tensed abs under her fingers enticed her to rake her eyes over his form beneath her. "And just because I enjoy feeling helpless doesn't mean that I am helpless."
His chest rose and fell rapidly, dark eyes gazing up at her in nothing short of adoration. She settled her hips fully atop his, a soft sigh escaping her lips at the feel of his stiff cock rising to meet her, straining to be released from his jeans. His eyes rolled back in his head from the contact, softly murmured curses rolling from his lips.
She slid his sweatshirt up enough to expose the long, lean line of his abdomen, trailing fingertips down the center to rest just beneath his navel. Bending forward, her lips followed the same path with slow, soft, wet kisses. The farther south her lips went, the harder he buried his fists into the blankets, gripping the cloth so hard that he was certain it was going to tear.
Draven opened his eyes, the sight of her grey eyes staring back at him as she opened his fly with her teeth hitting him harder than he expected it to. She gripped the belt loops of his pants, dragging them and his underwear down off his hips. His erection sprang free and she wrapped soft fingers around the shaft, lightly rolling the flesh within the circle of her fingers. A satisfying, shaky moan drew her attention back to his face. "You don't have to--"
Liliana smirked. "Don't have to..? Swallow this dick like it's my last meal?" She darted her tongue out to taste the bead of fluid that shimmered at the tip of the glans. "I know I don't have to. But I do want to." She dragged the flat of her tongue across the slit in the center of the head, exhaling heavily on the moisture. Without further preamble, she parted her lips and began slowly crawling them down the length of his shaft.
"Fuck, Lily!"
Her laughter hummed against the flesh in her mouth, dragging a deeper groan from him as the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She inhaled deeply through her nose, angling her head and pushing farther forward. She couldn't hold him in her throat forever, so she slid back a bit before surging forward again. The wet squelching noises coupled with Draven's agonized groans of ecstasy had her simultaneously wanting more from him and wishing to tease him until he came undone in her mouth. Being able to wring such noises from the depths of a man's being with just her mouth had always given her a power rush in a way that she couldn't explain.
She felt his fist in her hair and allowed him to lift her up and drag her mouth off of him, but she increased the suction as he did so their flesh separated with a pop. "If you're trying to get a mouthful, that's the way to go about it," he breathed, taking in her glazed eyes and swollen lips.
Lily couldn't resist a smirk, dragging her tongue across her bottom lip. "If I was really trying, I'd have gotten my shot of protein a few minutes ago."
Draven's laugh was coarse, his voice gravelly from the constant moans that had poured from him only seconds before. "If that's you just playing, you might give me a heart attack when you get serious."
Hand still in her hair, he pulled her up to crush her lips down on to his. Tongue claiming her mouth, his hands slid her shirt upwards, breaking contact with her lips just long enough to strip it off her and toss it to the side. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs pressing against the prominent curve of her hipbones as she kissed him again, her hands cupping either side of his face as she drew his lower lip between her teeth. A soft whimper was her reward, and to further extend the dance, she pulled him to a sitting position with a fistful of his hoodie. She moved backwards, pulling his pants and underwear down and completely off as she got to her feet.
She tugged off his socks and pointed to his sweatshirt, saying simply, "Off." He went to remove it and she tutted. "Slowly."
Eyebrows knitted together in consternation, he did as she asked, gripping the lower hem and raising it slowly, gradually exposing inch after inch of chiseled flesh, everything flexing deliciously as he arched up to lift it over his head and toss it to the side. He leaned back on his elbows, sitting inexplicably bare before her. Her gaze took in the view appreciatively. "Gods be praised," she murmured.
Draven couldn't help laughing at that. He scooted to the end of the bed, sitting up and reaching for her, sliding long fingers into her belt loops and pulling her closer to him. She settled her hands on his shoulders, tracing the curve of his neck and the hollow of his clavicle with her thumbs, the slide of her flesh against his fulfilling in a way it felt like nothing else had been in a long time.
He let her explore, wanting nothing more than to throw her down on the bed and take her until her screams made his name echo off the walls. They had all night. There was no reason to rush, and the last thing he wanted was to come off as selfish. This was about building trust, getting closer to her. Letting her become comfortable with him. He had no intentions of fucking up this golden opportunity he'd been given.
Draven's long fingers lightly traced designs on the surface of her abdomen, finally coming to rest with his thumbs on the button of her jeans. "May I?" he asked softly, his own pulse rate increasing at the thought of what awaited him.
"Please," she murmured in reply, her breath shuddering at the slow drag of each tooth on the zipper parting with maddening slowness. She kicked off her shoes, letting the jeans fall in a pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, confidence wavering for the barest of seconds as she stood before him in nothing but a plain black bra and panties to match.
Her entire physique was an anatomy student's walking wet dream. She was lean, toned, and more perfect than Draven could have expected. She had a few nasty looking scars that marred her otherwise flawless skin, but he could ask their stories later. Her cheeks burned scarlet as his eyes finally met hers, looking up the line of her body from his seated position. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Liliana snarked.
"You into that? I can grab my phone if--"
"No! I was kidding!"
He buried his face in her chest, nipping along her collar bone until she was giggling and trying to push his insistent lips away. "I know. But watching that moment of sheer panic on your face..." He pressed cupped fingertips to his lips and released them in a chef's kiss.
Liliana couldn't help laughing right along with him. She cradled his face in her hands, smoothing the pads of her thumbs over his cheeks. "You're such a jerk, Draven." she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Get used to it, Lily Guns. You're gonna be here for a long time." His hands slid up her outer thighs, slipping fingers just beneath the edge of her underwear and letting them rest on the bare flesh over her hip bones.
She exhaled heavily. "You gonna take those things off me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?"
The scorching heat in his eyes made her swallow hard, and Draven couldn't help but dig his fingertips into her flesh. It tore a soft gasp from her lips, and he closed his eyes to keep a tight hold on his hard fought for self-control. "Depends on how much of a hurry you're in. I'm letting you set the pace, or we'd both already be taking a nap."
Liliana chuckled, settling her hands atop his and keeping the same pressure he was applying to her thighs. She pushed them down to her knees, and he moved his hands briefly to let them drop to the floor. She unclipped her bra and let it join the pile of discarded clothing.
"How strong do you think your legs are, Liliana?"
She pursed her lips as she pondered. "Strong enough to kick down a door with a few whacks. Why do you ask?" He knelt before her on the carpeted floor and she muttered a soft "Oh!" of surprise as he lifted her leg to rest over his shoulder.
"If your leg can't hold you steady enough, I've got you. I want a taste of you before I fill up this absolutely perfect pussy of yours." His tongue darted out to just barely touch the overly sensitive flesh of her clit, arms wrapping under her knees and around her hips, holding her steady as he pressed maddeningly gentle kisses to her lips.
Her sharp inhalation of breath made him smirk knowingly. "Like getting teased, don't you?" The slight tremor in her thighs told him all he needed to know. He dragged the flat of his tongue up the length of her dripping slit. His heavy groan of approval hummed against her skin, her whole body arching so suddenly that she grabbed on to his shoulders to not lose her balance.
“You taste so good, Lily,” Draven practically purred. He lapped at her playfully, gradually increasing the pressure and length of the strokes, hearing her breathing deepen and pulse picking up speed from his ministrations. He wrapped his lips around her pearl, sucking hard and rolling his tongue against it. Her keening cries grew louder, a few muttered curse words making him fight the urge to laugh at her plight. He slid his tongue inside of her, feeling her walls clench possessively, wanting to keep him there. Instead, her fingers wound into his hair, pulling him back away from her eager, aching core.
"You're so close, Lily... You sure you want to stop me?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly. She lifted his chin in her fingers, her own moisture on his chin dripping down her hand. She brought her fingers to her own lips, licking them clean as he stared intently. "I want you inside of me when I cum, Draven."
"That was so fucking sexy, it should be illegal…” he growled out. “Your wish is my command, milady." She was on her back on the bed before she could blink, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, the tang of her juices still heavy on his tongue. He held himself above her on one elbow, his other hand moving down to settle on her hip, the pad of his thumb ticking back and forth over her skin as he restrained himself.
"You sure you're ok with this? We could stop right now. I don't want you to feel like you owe me, or anything."
Grey eyes met his, the passion in them undeniable. "If you don't fuck me senseless until I forget my own name, I’ll cry." She shifted her hips, parting her thighs as he settled between them.
"I mean, if you're gonna be all dramatic about it, how can I say no?" He chuckled, taking his shaft in his hand. He dragged the head in a slow path up and down her slick folds, coating it in the moisture. Pressing against her entrance, he held his breath as he began to slip inside of her.
He moved slowly, carefully, giving her body time to adjust as it greedily devoured inch after inch of his thick cock. She tried to raise her hips to take him in more fully, but he pinned her hips down with a firm grip. “You’ll hurt yourself, Lily. We’ve got all night.” His voice was gentle, but every bit as firm as his fingers against her flesh.
She was a panting mess beneath him, paralyzed in a limbo of longing, her spine bowing as he finally bottomed out inside of her. "Jesus.. what are you?" he murmured, his entire body thrumming with sensation.
With a desperate groan, Liliana's eyes slid shut. "I'll be anything you want me to be, as long as it keeps feeling like this..."
Her breathy confession spurred him on. He leaned down to capture her lips with his, kissing her tenderly as he began to move his hips, dragging them backwards and driving into her with slow, shallow movements. Her soft moans into his lips became pleading whimpers and he let her come up for air, lips moving down the side of her throat and continuing at the maddeningly slow pace he knew he could keep up for hours.
His lips were hot on the shell of her ear, the tip of his tongue sliding down the outer edge. The rumble of his voice in her ear and his breath heavy against it had her gnawing on the corner of her lower lip to keep her volume from getting louder. "Tell me what you want, Liliana."
"Damn it, Draven! Just fuck me, already!"
He chuckled darkly. "I'm already doing that, though."
"Harder." She issued the word like it was a command, but she'd lost any illusions she had of being in charge of this encounter. She was completely at his mercy, and thoroughly enjoying every second of it. He twined his fingers with hers, pinning one of her hands to the bed beside her head. He did exactly as she asked, driving into her with more force, but keeping the same pace. "You're a monster," she whined.
"Can't give you what you want unless you tell me, Lily." He angled his hips slightly differently, purposely striking her g-spot with each stroke.
"Fuck!" she cried. Every movement sent shocks through her nerves, her entire body growing warmer, her breathing becoming shallower. "Please... Faster. I don't think I can take--" He didn't let her finish her thought aloud, covering her other hand with his and driving into her quicker, the wet sounds of their flesh slapping together drowned out by their combined noises of ecstasy.
His breath was shaky as he whispered her name. He felt her wrists flexing beneath his fingers and he lessened the pressure, assuming he was hurting her. "Pin me down or let me touch you. Make up your mind," she groaned, warmth and the sensation of butterflies in her stomach starting to override her other senses.
With inhuman speed, he rolled onto his back, bringing her on top of his hips without losing the stranglehold her constantly spasming pussy had on his cock. He took a moment to admire her from this angle, face flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, the little marks from where he'd bitten her but not pierced the skin. His big hands travelled upwards from her hips, cupping her breasts that barely filled his palms. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pleased to not only feel her clench tighter around him, but also to take in the raw expression of pleasure that covered her face. Eyebrows drawn together, dark lashes resting on her cheeks, lips parted as she panted and rocked her hips.
He took her hands in his, bringing her palms to his chest. "You used your words, just like I asked. Such a good girl, Liliana. Touch me as much as you want. But you'd better hang on."
Before she had the chance to ask what he meant, his hands cupped her ass and he lifted her entire weight with just his hands, letting go so the length of his cock slammed back into her. Her spine bowed and she grabbed on to him as best she could, burying her nails in his flesh. The delicious sting only made him lift and lower her faster, bucking his hips up into her at the same time he brought her weight fully down. He knew that neither of them would last long this way.
"How close are you, Lily?"
"So close I can barely breathe," she whispered.
"Good. Hold back for me, for just a minute. I'm gonna count down from five, ok?" She nodded, not sure she could speak, her bangs falling forward to cover her eyes. "Five," he said softly, his own voice unsteady. Liliana's eyes shut and she sat back more fully, a spasm causing her legs to tremble.
"Four," came out as more of a desperate groan as Draven fought to keep his own body in check. He drove up harder into her, Lily's head falling backwards as a heavy scarlet blush spread across her chest.
"Three." Her eyebrows knitted together, the breath forced from her mouth with each pounding thrust.
"Two. Fuck," Draven's breaths were panting, desperate for release.
She was begging under her breath when he finally said, "One. Cum for me, Lily. Now."
Her climax rolled over her, not with a whimper, but with a scream. She raked her nails down his chest, her walls clamping so tightly down on his cock that he couldn't have held back any longer if he'd wanted to. He came hard, the sensation of his warmth painting her insides drawing another deep groan from the woman atop him. He rolled his thumb on her clit, using just enough pressure to keep her orgasm going.
Her expression shifted to one of disbelief as she realized that the pleasure was increasing rather than fading. Her body was practically thrashing atop him as another crest of pleasure rose and swelled, her entire being feeling like it came undone beneath his adept caresses. Sparks flooded her vision and she collapsed on top of him, resting her face against his chest as she relearned how to breathe.
Draven wrapped his arms around her, gently dancing across her back with light touches that trailed goosebumps in their wake. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, willing his own heartrate and breathing to slow.
“Shit,” Liliana groaned, aches starting to make themselves known as endorphins started to wane.
“Hmm?”
“It’s gonna make one hell of a mess when I get up,” she said, almost sounding embarrassed.
Draven tutted. “It’s gonna make more of a mess on me than there’ll be a mess in you, thanks to me tossing you on top. You’re welcome.” She slapped his chest hard enough for his skin to sting and heat from the contact, and he chuckled darkly. “Ho-ho… Ready for round two already, Lily Guns?”
She let out a squeak that could be nothing other than fear, but her body was too exhausted to even attempt running. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He murmured into her hair. With a heavy sigh, he said: “We really should go hop in the shower, though. You walking, or am I carrying you?” She pushed herself into a sitting position, but he interrupted before she could speak.
“Better idea. When I stand up, wrap your legs around my waist. Then we can minimize the collateral damage to the bed and just rinse off instead of me having to totally change out the linens tonight. Alright?”
“You can still pick my heavy ass up, after all that?”
Draven shook his head. “Heavy ass, she says. Please, Liliana. You’re not even warm-up weight, sweetheart.” He got to his feet and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, clinging to him like a koala as he took them into his bathroom. He opened a glass door, switching her weight to one arm as he shut it behind them. Setting her down on her feet, he turned on the warm water, waiting until steam rose from the black tiles of the walk-in shower before stepping into the spray.
“Hope you don’t like it scalding hot. I can’t stand that shit. Fries my skin,” Draven said, eyes shut as the water flowed over him, running down his back.
“Warm is fine by me,” Liliana replied, stepping up beside him. The arc of the water was more than wide enough for both of them. She let the heated spray roll over her, alleviating tension she didn’t know her body had been holding on to.
She felt movement in her hair and she startled. He settled a hand on her shoulder to calm her. “Let me wash your hair for you? Since it’s my fault it’s a total mess, and all.”
Liliana couldn’t resist a laugh at that. “Sure. Thank you.”
His fingers deftly unwound her braid and she shook it loose, the dark brunette locks falling nearly to her waist in waves. It appeared to lengthen slightly as the water weighed it down. Taking a handful of shampoo, he lathered it up, working the suds through the long locks with a reverence she didn’t quite understand, but didn’t dare to ask about in that moment. “Sorry I don’t have anything really feminine in here. I always go for kinda neutral woodsy scents.”
“This is totally fine,” she murmured, the pressure of the pads of his fingers on her scalp feeling absolutely divine.
He helped her wash up, taking any opportunity he could to touch her. Despite them both being nude, his touches were no longer sexual. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his tall body utterly dwarfing hers. He lightly dragged his thumb over the thickest scar he’d seen on her abdomen. “Whatever this is from, I’m glad you’re still here, Lily. I’m thankful that you found your way to us. To me.”
She turned in his arms, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I hope to eventually get to a point where I’m happier to still be here than wishing I’d been able to escape, Draven.”
He smoothed her dark hair back away from her face, eyes staring intently into hers. “You’ll get there, eventually. You’ve still got motherfuckers to prove wrong, Lily Guns.”
She stood on her toes to kiss him softly, and he was content to hold her in his arms. They stayed together under the spray of the heated water, the air around them filled with steam, for what felt like forever. Realistically, it had been maybe five minutes.
When Liliana’s head snapped up because it had just completely dropped to her chest, they knew it was time to head to bed. They dried off and he grabbed her one of his t-shirts, which fit her like a dress. She put it on and sat down on the edge of his bed, the mattress behind her sinking down. Liliana had already combed out her damp hair, but Draven insisted on braiding it for her.
As he finished, she lightly touched her fingertips to his handiwork. “You know how to French braid? I can’t even do that!”
He smiled softly at her enthusiasm. “Something my mom insisted I learn how to do. It should hold well enough through the workout and everything in the morning.”
Liliana had forgotten about the planned group exercise session, to be followed up with researching her condition. He crawled into bed and set an alarm on his phone. She sat there awkwardly, fingers twisting behind her back with uncertainty.
He patted the bed next to him, throwing back the comforter. “I’m the vampire here. You don’t need an invitation, Lily. Or if you’d rather head to your room, I’ll walk you there. Your call.”
“I’d like to stay.”
“Get that fine ass in here, then.”
She snorted, climbing onto the large bed beside him. “Fine ass, he says.” She rolled her eyes, and he rolled her underneath him. She gasped at the sudden switch of positions.
“Did I fucking stutter? It’d be a shame if I had to pepper bite marks all over that fine ass of yours, just like the ones I left all over this pretty neck, just to prove a point. Especially since we just got clean. But I’ll take one for the team, if that’s what you need to see things my way…”
Liliana blinked slowly up at him. She whistled softly. “If you could just not get any more perfect,” she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to stifle a yawn, “that’d be great.”
He laughed and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, then to her forehead. “Aubrey was right. You are a fucking masochist.”
Draven flopped onto his back, fluffing his pillow before settling down with a contented sigh. Liliana rolled on her side facing him, her arm wrapped around the pillow under her head. Her free arm rested across his chest, and she murmured, “Goodnight, Draven.”
“G’night, Lily Guns,” he replied, reaching over to shut the light off. He was surprised he was as tired as he felt, but he wasn’t going to question or argue with the chance to cuddle up with a gorgeous girl he’d finally gotten to taste in more ways than one.
