Heart of Darkness

Chapter 129 - 98

"I want you to take pleasure from me," she said her gaze shying away from his.

Rayven stiffened. He knew his wife could be bold but he didn't expect this. At least not so soon. And now that she openly told him what she wanted, he didn't know what to do with himself. Desire hit him stronger than ever before and he could feel his gums itch before he even started. He focused on keeping his mouth shut to not frighten her and looked into her eyes. She wanted him. The desire in her eyes was evident and there was no hint of fear. But he had seen the panic in them for a short moment. The same panic that was slowly rising in his chest. Did she panic for the same reasons as him?

He grabbed her hand and removed her hold. "Angelica," he breathed realizing he had been holding his breath. "Could you… wait a moment. I need a moment." He said feeling embarrassed.

She frowned but nodded. "Yes."

"I'll be back," he assured her.

She nodded again.

Rayven hurried out of the room feeling stupid and cursing himself. He went far away to a place where he couldn't smell her or hear her heartbeat. Standing in front of the ocean he took a deep breath and looked down at his trembling hands, trying to stop them from shaking but they refused to obey. Letting his hands fall he went back to focus on his breathing and clearing his mind. He tried to reach for his demon, to know if he would be able to control himself. It had been so long since he had been with a woman. Did he even remember what to do? His body was reacting right but would he act right? He had never been with a woman to please her, only to please himself so he wasn't sure what to do to make her enjoy it.

He remembered her words. They echoed in his mind. "Take pleasure from me."

He clenched his jaw. Clearly, she forgot the part where he told her he wanted to give her pleasure as well. But he couldn't blame her for thinking that way. That was the reality for many human females and it pained him that she thought that way. It even worried him, that what she thought might turn out true. That he might become selfish once he loses himself in the moment and end up disappointing her.

Rayven shook his head. Why was he suddenly afraid? He had waited for this moment, teased her, made her anticipate it. He couldn't run away now. Hell, he didn't want to despite the fear.

Clenching his hands into fists he decided he needed to go back before he made her worry. And he needed to exercise a lot of self-control. At least this first time. Hopefully, his demon would cooperate like it did these last few days.

When he went back to the room, Angelica was still waiting for him in bed. Her red hair burned like fire in the dim light and her blue eyes penetrated through his as she gazed up at him. She looked worried.

"Are you alright?" she asked him.

He walked up to her slowly, his heart beating fast in his chest. It kept doing it whenever he was with her. Whenever he wanted her, kissed her or touched her. Her heart must be beating fast for the same reason because he couldn't see fear in them.

Once he was standing next to the bed where she sat and he looked down upon her. He reached for her face, cupping her cheek gently. She placed her hand on top of his. "Is it the fangs?" she asked him.

He smiled. If she only knew that it was not just the fangs. It was him. All of him. She set him on fire, made him burn then made him starve. She sucked the breath out of his lungs and gasping for air never felt so good. She tormented him and now she wanted him to take pleasure from her.

"Will you be alright as long as you don't see them?" he asked. "We can turn off the lights"

It wouldn't matter to him because he would be able to see her anyway.

Angelica's eyes darted, not in fear. She was contemplating the option and then she nodded.

Rayven's heart skipped a beat while he reached for his robe. He removed it slowly from his shoulders and Angelica watched him with those piercing blue eyes. How long had it been since he took pleasure from someone watching him? But this time it was different. It wasn't pride that pleased him. It was the fact that she was pleased by how he looked and he wanted to please her.

Getting up on the bed he trapped her body between his thighs. Angelica lay down, her gaze still locked on his. He could hear her heart accelerate and watched her chest rise and fall. The air became suddenly thick. He could hear his own heartbeat as well as he leaned down, placing his hands on each side of her head and bringing his lips closer to hers.

Angelica closed her eyes and when her hot breath reached his lips his eyes shut by themselves. And then he tasted heaven. Sweet soft lips met his own and he drew in a sharp breath at how quickly his body reacted to hers. Fear crept into his chest but got buried down by the strong desire aroused by her sweet mouth. He let his weight down on her gently, wanting to feel her body beneath his as he savored her lips.

Her arms slowly encircled his neck as she opened her mouth for him, their tongues meeting in an erotic dance. He reveled in this torture. Rayven sucked on her tongue and lips, and in response, she moaned. Her fingers went into his hair, urging him on.

God! How was he supposed to control himself?

His lips tumbled down her jaw and then he buried his face in her neck. He bathed in her intoxicating scent, burned his lips into her skin wanting to leave any kind of mark, wanting to mark her as his. He could feel her fast pulse beneath his tongue, inviting his fangs out teasingly.

With a thought, Rayven turned the lights off and the room became dark. Angelica stiffened. "It is alright," he assured her coming up to kiss her lips again. This time he kissed her carefully, knowing his fangs could scare her away.

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Angelica panicked for a moment even though she had convinced herself she wouldn't be afraid. But she was still unable to control her fear just like she couldn't control her desire. Knowing his fangs were there scared her and just a touch of his lips set her on fire. How was that possible?

Rayven kissed her slowly, letting her know that he was being careful and she relaxed into his kisses as the waves of heat returned to her body. The battle of fear and desire turned into something risky and now her heart was beating fast for two different reasons.

Rayven's lips went to her ear. He kissed her slowly and then whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Angelica tried not to. She didn't know if the darkness was helping or not but now that she couldn't see him she imagined what they looked like in his mouth and shuddered.

Sensing her fear, Rayven drew back and in the darkness, she could tell he was watching her face. Could he even see her? She couldn't. All she saw was a shadow of his face and the hair that fell down at the sides.

Oh Lord, she hated this. She didn't want to fear him at this moment. What was he thinking? Was he hurt? She wanted to see his face.

"Rayven," she carefully reached for him, placing her hand between his neck and shoulder.

Without a word, he leaned down again but didn't kiss her. He licked her lips instead, in a slow sensual motion that made her shiver for a different reason. And then he kissed her with an aching sweetness that pulled and tugged at her body. Suddenly she wished to be naked and have his hands caress her all over, but Rayven planned to tease her some more.

His lips moved lower down, planting kisses down her neck and collarbone. Then she felt his hot mouth between her breasts through the thin fabric. He kissed her through her nightgown continuing down to her stomach.

Angelica's need to feel him grew stronger. Her heart felt heavier as if weighing on her lungs and making breathing difficult.

Rayven brought his lips up to hers again, kissing her with a hunger that both frightened and excited her. He wasn't careful anymore and she would feel the graze of his teeth or was it fangs, she couldn't tell but panic slowly built and shattered as soon as his hand brushed over her breast. It was brief but she felt the jolt of heat his touch caused and her fear was soon forgotten.

His fingers traced down her neck and shoulder before grabbing the strap of her dress. He removed it from one shoulder before following it with kisses. Angelica knew her dress would come off soon but Rayven didn't rush it. Every inch that he bared was met by his lips. He kissed the swell of her breasts and then moved lower without baring them. He teased them through the fabric, touching, kissing, licking until she could barely catch her breath.

And then he caressed her out of her nightgown. If he didn't pause to look at her, she wouldn't have felt shy but now she did and her hands came instinctively up to cover herself but Rayven didn't allow her. Grabbing her wrists he pinned them down at the sides of her head. Could he see her? She thought she was well covered by the darkness.

"You look perfect," he said with a strained husky voice.

Angelica shivered. He could see her. She was the only one blind in this situation. Her face flushed red and she struggled to free her hands but he held her still.

He leaned down, his bare chest touching hers, the small friction causing a moan to rise to her throat. "I told you, I plan to see all of you," he husked next to her ear and then planted a kiss in the crook of her neck.

This was unfair. "I want to see you," she breathed.

If he could see her, she might as well see him. He drew back to look at her. "Are you sure?" He asked.

She nodded.

He sat up, still having her trapped between his thighs before the lights went on but dimmer than they were before.

Her gaze fell on his refined stomach and slowly traveled up to his toned chest and arms. The tip of his dark hair glistened against his shoulders and his dark eyes glowed with need while watching her just like she watched him. Her gaze went to his mouth. He held his lips together but she could tell the fangs were hidden behind those lips. Strangely her eyes wandered down his body again, her curiosity stronger than the fear rising to her chest. He was ravishing in the dim light and she wanted to touch him. Feel his body beneath her fingertips.

"Touch," was all he said and all he needed to say for her to reach for him. She didn't know where or how to touch him.

Angelica placed her hand hesitantly on his chest and he drew in a sharp breath at the touch. She could feel his heart pounding under her palm and the heat of his skin. Still unsure she moved her hand down slowly, taking her time to feel his body. He trembled slightly under her touch when she reached beneath his waist moving closer to the silken fabric around his hips. Then she stopped, her cheeks burning.

Rayven chuckled a pained sound, "you torture me, Angel." He said than suddenly grabbed both her hands. He pinned them above her head, took her lips in a searing kiss before tasting every inch of her bare skin.

Angelica gasped, shocked by the intensity of his kiss but she had no time to recover as his lips continued down her body, kissing her in the most sinister way and finding the most sensitive parts of her body. Or so she thought. She didn't know what was to come until he parted her legs with his own and his hand reached between them.

A soft cry left her lips that got muffled by his mouth. He touched her and kissed her at the same time and Angelica dug her fingers into his back fighting the urge to move against his hand. Rayven murmured something against her lips but her brain was a foggy haze to register what he said. She felt herself melting. Between her legs, her blood pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

"Ah Rayven," She arched against him, the strokes of his fingers sending ripples of fire down her legs. Her muscles tightened and she thought she might die of want.

"What do you want, Angel?" He spoke against her lips.

God, she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted so she just blurted whatever was on her mind, "I want you." She said breathless, writing beneath him when he stopped touching her. Lord, she was going to beg soon. Her body was a tight knot, waiting to erupt but couldn't yet.

"Take off my clothes," he breathed heavily and her heart leaped to her throat.

Angelica swallowed as her trembling hands reached for the silken fabric around his hips and she untied it sluggishly. She didn't know whether to focus on his lips or on undressing him.

When she kept struggling he helped her with one hand and then he was completely naked. She had already seen him, all of him but now she felt him, all of him pressing against her, and her heart hummed with a new desire. Her body tightened even more and then he reached for her underwear. He took it off without any effort leaving them completely naked in the dim light. Exposed to each other with nothing to hide.

Rayven paused, worry shifting through his hot gaze. She saw the tips of his fangs but in this vulnerable moment, where he saw all of her and she saw all of him, where she trusted him with her body, she couldn't be afraid.

Rayven moved closer, adjusted himself between her legs, and then loomed over her, still watching her face intently. "It might not feel good the first time," he warned.

That was what she thought but it had only felt good so far. She was surprised by how much her body begged for his. Even looking at his fangs the blood in her veins remained hot.

Rayven frowned when he realized she was looking at his fangs without fear. "Are you not afraid anymore?" He asked.

She looked up and into his eyes. "No."

Rayven narrowed his gaze, an unknown emotion passing through his eyes but she knew it was something good. With a gentle smile, he leaned down and kissed her. She was learning his kisses and what they meant. This one wasn't only driven by lust. It was slow, sweet, and loving. It tugged at her heart instead of her body and she wanted him more than before.

All of her wanted all of him.

He pulled back to watch her as he eased into her and she opened for him. Both her mind, her body, and heart were willing to unite with him. She could see the same need in his eyes, an urge he was unable to hold back.

"Tell me if it hurts," he told her.

Angelica winced at the burning pain of the intrusion. It was going to hurt, but she could handle pain.

"Don't stop," she told him when he stiffened. She knew he was holding back with all his strength. She could feel him tremble slightly under her touch.

Angelica's legs tightened around his waist as he began to move into her, causing her both pain and pleasure. Her pulse quickened in her throat, and she grabbed onto him, buried her fingers into his back, and panted hotly against his shoulder.

Her hips rose to meet his, pushing herself into the rush of pure pleasure, desperate for release. Her inner core twitched in taut ecstasy, a rapture almost too overwhelming to bear.

Rayven kissed her, kissed her until she was breathless, until she cried out for him. He held nothing back this time, overcome by his need to possess her, to brand her as his forevermore.. He brought her to the brink and carried her over, her body coming apart with a cry.