Carnal Thirst

Chapter Seven

Maggie's crying pulled Danior back to the present. He curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest, holding her while she sobbed against his chest.

It took all his strength to withstand the rage tearing inside him at what they'd done. The insane urge to leave the safe house and hunt them down gripped him. His arms shook with the effort to control himself.

Her shudders brought him down from lunacy.

That was why she'd hidden herself away all these years. Why she didn't date. Why she hated men and resisted her attraction to him.

They'd scarred her and made her hate herself, and she'd turned to food for comfort while shielding herself from the outside world.

He wanted to kill them for what they'd done. Again, the urge surfaced to hunt them down and make them beg for the mercy and compassion they'd failed to give her. They would not find him so forgiving.

Merde, she drove him to a madness he could scarce believe. The intensity of his response alarmed him.

He had to force his heart to calm its galloping, force his hands to remain tender at her back, when all they wanted to do was tighten into fists to strike down those who'd hurt her.

"Shh,” he soothed, rubbing her back as he calmed her and himself. “I'm sorry, so sorry...."

"It's ... it's not your ... fault,” she said haltingly, sniffling as she tightened her arms around his chest. The shudders wracking her had eased to the smallest tremor.

"I know it's not, chere,” he said, brushing kisses over the top of her head. He almost imagined he could taste the berry scent in her strawberry locks. “I'm sorry for your pain."

She pulled away from him, rubbing her eyes and the wetness from her cheeks. “Don't be. I'm over it. I was over it a long time ago. It was just some stupid high school prank. I don't even know why I cried about it. It must be that time of the month."

He regarded her a long moment while she composed herself. “You're not.” He stroked a forefinger down the hollow of one cheek. “It's not always like that. Some men can be trusted."

"I haven't found one yet,” she said, looking away. She got up and moved to the fire, stoking it with the poker.

He stood and came up behind her as she straightened, hugging her from behind. She shivered in his embrace, rubbing her hands on her arms for warmth.

Slowly, he brushed her gilded locks away from her neck, pressing his lips there in a tender kiss. She stiffened, her breathing quickening.

"Don't pull away from me,” he breathed into her ear, smoothing her chill bumps away from her arms to close his hands around her wrists.

"No one wants me. You don't. It's all a mistake,” she said, her voice breaking.

"I want you, Maggie. More than I should ever want a woman. I don't deserve you. I never did."

She turned slightly in his arms, craning her head, looking up at him with doubt, with hope. He held her gaze one heart stopping moment, letting her see the truth in his eyes, then he brought his lips down on hers.

How could he say something like that? He was so beautiful, he made her hurt just to look at him. But something in his eyes spoke to her, more than his words did.

Maggie gasped as his warm lips closed over hers in a kiss as hungry as his eyes. His tongue pushed past her lips, sweeping into her mouth voraciously, igniting instant, painful need deep in her womb. He freed one wrist, cupping the corner of her jaw as if afraid she would escape him.

She could no more leave him now, deny herself this kiss, than she could cease breathing.

She turned, pressing her chest against his, molding herself to him to soak in his heat. Warmth radiated from the flames at her back, but the man holding her heated her more, deep inside.

He was ravenous, holding the back of her neck, forcing her to bend her head to accept his kiss deeper, more intimately than she'd ever thought possible.

His tongue surged inside her mouth, carrying with it the taste of him, hot and sweet and unbelievably enticing. His hunger threatened to consume her. She groaned against his lips as his tongue tangled erotically with hers.

Her heart quickened its pace. She couldn't drag enough air inside her lungs, had to fight to keep the oxygen flowing inside her. She felt faint, wanted to run from her reaction to him. But she couldn't break their desperate connection, and his gentle touch masked a strength that wouldn't allow it regardless.

A rush of excitement surged through her, hot, filled with anticipation that made her sex ache with it. She moaned as his wandering hands found her ass and cupped her cheeks to crush her against him. Her pussy clenched on a hard spasm of desire. Her breasts throbbed at the pressure of his chest, making her nipples harden to painfully swollen peaks. The line of her stomach, molded to his, jerked with each ragged breath, forcing her breasts to rub against his chest and increase the sensuous ache there.

He massaged her ass cheeks, bringing her hard against his groin until the thick erection trapped inside his pants rubbed against her mound with a sensual promise that turned her knees to water.

She locked her hands around him, clutching his silk clad back as if she would fall without support. The corded strength of his muscles made her feel weak, needy in some incomprehensible way.

His lips caressed hers, tasting, savoring, like he couldn't taste her enough. His excitement drove her own to new heights, and she plunged her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked it like a succulent treat.

She whimpered in the back of her throat, dragging her nails up and down his back, rubbing her mound against the ridge of his cock to ease the ache there. It hurt, like an itch needing to be scratched.

He tore his mouth away, trailing brokenly along her jaw. “You taste so good, Maggie,” he said roughly against her neck, sucking and leaving cooling wet aches in his wake. “I can't taste enough of you to appease my hunger."

He worked a wet, burning swath up to her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.

Chills slipped down her spine, making her skin tingle with awareness. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands into her panties to stroke the bare skin of her ass as his tongue danced in her ear.

"Oh,” she gasped on a faint moan. She'd thought she burned before, but the feel of those hard, callused palms caressing skin that had never so much as seen daylight sent her senses reeling.

Her cunt sizzled with hungry need, demanding his touch, his hands all over her, inside her. He burned away her shyness, leaving her wanting, needy for more.

Maggie dipped her head back, biting her bottom lip as he kissed the front of her neck, working a knee between her thighs until it rubbed intimately against her cleft.

The movement spread her, leaving her labia sensitively vulnerable to the hard ridge of his thigh.

She moaned as he sucked a spot at the cords of her neck, cupping her bottom possessively to bring her up hard on his leg. It rasped painfully good against her swollen clit, notching up the need for relief. Her cunt clenched on her desire, wetting her lips in preparation for their joining.

She wanted him so badly. The desperate compulsion to feel him inside her burned her, turned her feverishly hot.

Recklessly, she pulled at his shirt, anxious to feel his skin against hers so that she could burn the fever out of her system.

Sensing her urgency, he stepped back, releasing her bottom only to rip her shirt up over her head. The loss of connection lasted only a second, and then she was working his buttons, her fingers clumsy in the dimness and with her own desperation.

He chuckled and pushed her hands away, peeling off his shirt as she opened his fly and let his pants fall down his legs. His erection fell into her hands, hot, the thick veins almost seeming to throb to the frantic beat of her heart. It was huge, weighty, and seeing it, feeling it in her hand made her pussy weep anew with a plea to have him inside her.

A sense of ultimate femininity assailed her, leaving her weak in its aftermath. She wanted him stretching her sensitive muscles, deep inside. She wanted him to pound into her, hurt her, anything to take the emptiness away.

"I need your cock inside me,” she whispered, cupping his cock in a taut, torturous grip. He closed his eyes a moment, throwing his head back as she boldly pulled him and rubbed her thumb over the head and collected the bead of pre-cum moisture nestled there.

He groaned, a deep, masculine sound that reverberated in his chest with dark passion. Maggie gave his shaft a pull, enjoying her power over him and the barely restrained strength of his passion. She sensed a wildness hovering beneath the surface, a wildness she'd called.

It thrilled her to have him so on edge. The danger excited her implicitly. She didn't feel like herself. This woman was alien, too bold and hungry. But she liked it. “Could you give me everything I need,” she said, pumping his dick, moving until the head rasped against her mound.

He opened his eyes, dark, blazing with passion. “I will take you in ways you never dreamed possible."

He didn't give her a chance to escape, not that she would run, but his sensually dark smile made a thrill of warning rush down her spine. Without a word, he pushed her hand away and trapped her in his arms, scooping her off the floor. He carried her to the bed, settling her down before covering her with his body.

His arms locked as he hovered above her, his hair falling around his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with carnal light. “I thirst for you as I've never thirsted for anyone.” He lowered himself until his lips were inches from hers. “Your kiss cannot slake it,” he growled with carnal threat.

Maggie whimpered as he descended roughly, crushing her into the mattress as he kissed her. Her nipples brushed his chest, growing engorged and sensitive. If she didn't feel his mouth there she would die. If he stopped kissing her, she would die.

Maggie kissed him desperately, sucking his tongue with her own ravenous appetite. He shifted onto one elbow, fingers stroking over her skin, down the side of one breast, making her want to scream at the achy need he invoked there.

She groaned into his mouth, capturing his hand and placing it on her breast.

He grinned against her lips, nibbling her teasingly as he plucked her nipple.

She jerked in his arms, thrusting her breasts against him. His lips moved from her mouth down her chin.

“Danior, you're killing me,” she breathed.

"Fair treatment for your torments on me,” he whispered before laving a path down the center of her chest.

"Oh god,” she said, almost screaming as his lips closed over one nipple and it disappeared into the hot depths of his mouth. He sucked it deeply, his tongue flaying it, flicking it into agonizing awareness.

She almost came right then, her pussy spasming in near ecstasy, making her so wet her thighs felt slick from her desire. She rubbed her legs together, as if that would ease her somehow. She clutched the back of his head, trapping his mouth to her breast, gasping breathlessly as pleasure swirled from the tip through her nerves.

He pushed her panties off with one hand, shifting over her as he freed her from that last constraint. And then his hand was down there, whispering over the hair covering her mound even as he toyed with her nipples, teasing the buds with his tongue and the dangerous scrape of his teeth.

Her heart leapt in her throat. Fear and desire mixed potently, making her drunk with arousal. He cupped her, dipping his fingers into her cleft to graze her begging clit. Maggie moaned, jerking against him, spreading her legs without conscious volition.

"You are so slick,” he said roughly, breathing hotly against her chest as his fingers parted her folds.

The juices of her cunt seemed to gather at his words. Her clit throbbed with need. He circled it, spreading her cream, edging that spot she so desperately needed him to touch. She would scream if he did not. Scream now. Scream as his circle tightened, coming so close. She didn't, couldn't get the breath to expel from her lungs. She jerked her hips, trying to drive herself against his hand, but he moved, spreading his palm over her mound to keep her still.

"Your body hungers for me, Maggie,” he growled against her ribs, nuzzling the under curve of one breast as he toyed with her folds.

"Yes,” she said, choking back a whimper, digging her hands in the covers to keep from shredding him with her nails.

He rose on his knees, lifting above her. Her thighs rubbed against his, the crisp hair there sensuously abrasive.

Something pushed through her cream-laden folds, probing deep, until it grazed her clit. Maggie's belly spasmed, her cunt jerking, tightening as his cock rubbed against her clit.

"I'm desperate for you,” she gasped, writhing beneath him.

"Yes,” he murmured huskily, moving, stroking that hot hardness down, smearing her thick cream down her slit and up again. The blunt tip made her womb tighten, gasp with need. Pleasure flared along her nerves.

Her entire body felt like one huge, impending orgasm. Her nipples throbbed, her stomach jerked, her thighs burned. Each brush carried her higher.

He stopped the rough caress, lodging himself at her vaginal opening. He nudged her with his cockhead, probing the edges until they began to stretch.

Maggie froze, inhaling a sharp breath. Her body locked up, kegels tightening to refuse him.

He groaned, pushing, but her body refused him. Her blood pounded, rushing to her head until she was dizzy with it.

"Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want you to see the man who takes you."

She opened her eyes, meeting his half-lidded gaze, so intense, it made her breath catch.

"I am not him, Maggie.” He bent until he could brush his lips over hers. “Let me in, ma Coeur . Do not shield your heart from me,” he said softly.

He kissed her tenderly, rubbing himself against her moist center in a coaxing caress. Maggie kissed him back, arching, spreading her bent knees out and opening herself to him. She wanted this—him—inside, to take the pain away.

His tongue rubbed along hers as the stroke stopped, pressing into her opening. Her muscles tightened unconsciously. She willed them to relax, accept him. A streak of pleasure and pain flared along her nerves, making her pussy cream with a forceful gush. He groaned into her mouth, probing her, pushing that thickness past her screaming muscles.

She was whimpering into his mouth, clutching his biceps, struggling not to pass out. He stretched her so far that her tight channel burned in protest, spasming in agony and repulsion.

He tore his mouth from hers, growling in fury and pain. “I cannot do this,” he said raggedly, withdrawing.

Maggie stiffened, cried out. “Please,” she said desperately, locking her legs around his hips.

His arms shook, muscles bulging. Sweat dotted his brow, his arms and chest. “It hurts you too much. I should never have pressed you."

She pulled him further, forcing him deeper inside, gasping, crying at the hurt. “I want you to. Don't stop, I beg you, don't stop."

"I must,” he rasped.

Danior groaned in agony, fighting her lure, the siren call of her womb and the sweetness of her body. He held perfectly still, shaking with the effort. Every muscle was taut, stretched to the limits of his endurance.

She arched upward, rubbing her nipples against his chest, her cunt clenching and unclenching on his cock.

With a broken cry, his will shattered. He drove into her fully, until his thick erection jutted against her womb.

Maggie screamed, pain overriding her pleasure, but mingling, until her nerves prickled with heated need.

He dropped his forehead against hers, panting, his warm breath fanning across her lips. She tilted her head, kissing him lightly, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks.

He opened his eyes, looking at her as her sheath groaned with the weight of his cock.

"Make love to me,” she whispered, kissing him.

A shudder wracked him, traveling down his spine through his hips. With tender care, he pulled out, inch by inch.

The bulb of his cock rippled through her channel, making her quiver.

"You are so tight,” he croaked huskily. “You burn me alive. I feel as though you clutch my heart with your sheath."

He neared the edge of her opening, gritted his teeth, and drove inside again. A strangled cry ripped from her throat as he burrowed so deeply, so possessively inside.

Sweat dampened her skin, making her cling to him, making her feel like she would melt. Her pussy was feverish, burning her up. The pressure there nearly unbearable.

He thrust shallowly, quickly, working her juices up and down his thick shaft until her tightness eased and he set a pistoning stroke that had her raising up to meet him.

Maggie braced her feet on the bed, raising her knees, jerking her hips up with every stroke. He ground down, against her clit, roughing that sensitive spot until shots of pleasure streaked through her veins. She bucked against him, dying with pleasure, nerves going taut with each bumping grind.

She sizzled with need everywhere, gripping his shoulders, tossing her head side to side as he drove into her like a man possessed.

Moans echoed in the room, her own, frantic, desperately reaching for the climax she felt hovered just out of her reach.

He pushed her toward it, higher and higher, his hard thrusts driving her up the bed with the force of his movements. Something had been unleashed in him. Desperate. Frightening. That danger she'd sensed before loomed. He buried his face at her neck, teeth and tongue caressing her there.

He craved the blood. She wanted to give it to him, let him suck her dry if only to prolong the blissful torment impaling her.

He groaned against her neck, sucking at the crook, where she'd been injured before. Maggie moaned, her inner muscles rippling as the pleasure built to a crescendo of fury.

She clutched him, grasping his cock as the orgasm sizzled along her nerves. Screaming, she was helpless to it, crying out again and again as waves of searing pleasure pounded inside her.

Her mind closed down, embracing the feeling. It poured through her, making her cunt convulse on the power.

He arched his head back, shuddering, driving into her one last time as his semen erupted inside her quaking pussy. Her vision went dim and she closed her eyes, going lightheaded from the peak of it, a pinnacle she had never dreamed possible.

" Ma Coeur. Amour,” he said, his breathing hard, labored against her neck as he collapsed on top of her and held her, pleasure shuddering through him into her.

After a moment, he withdrew his flaccid length with a soft smacking sound and rolled, bringing them onto their sides as he rocked her close, sheltering her body. Maggie snuggled close, overwhelmed and unable to speak. He whispered French into her ear, lovingly kissing the shell of it, her neck and cheek, anywhere he could reach. His hands moved tenderly over her backside, through her hair and along her shoulders.

She had always been ashamed of her past and how stupid she'd been. But Danior made her forget it.

Near him, all she could think about was how he made her feel, and he made her feel beautiful and womanly.

She felt new, as though by accepting him into herself, she'd been remade into another woman. Stronger.

Someone capable and worthy of love.

Her lips curled in a smile and she kissed his chin, already warming to his tender caresses, craving more of him.