Karizma

Kristopher ripped the ponytail out of Ryleigh’s hair and spun them around. He continued to devour her lips as he walked them to the bed in the middle of the room. Her body shook against him in fear, terrified to drop her magic for him. But I will kill whoever tries to harm her, he vowed to himself. He struggled with himself at the knowledge that she was the last Karizma, his destined target for the last few years, his entire reason for relocating to Vancouver. A part of him had contemplated ripping her heart out right then while he had her backed against the wall, but the other part of him fought it. He loved her; for the first time in centuries, he felt love toward a woman, and it was not a feeling he was eager to lose. He knew that Master would be furious and that he would more than likely be subject to torture for his refusal to kill her, but she was worth it. In that instance when she admitted that she was in love with him as well, he knew that she was worth it all.

Ryleigh moaned softly as Kristopher carefully sat her on the bed. She untangled her limbs from his and bit her lip as he pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles were taut with arousal and lust as they rippled against his body. He slipped out of his jeans and the rippling traveled down his legs, his erection strained against his boxers. Ryleigh’s fingers shook as she took off her own shirt. She craved him, but the vulnerability behind relinquishing her magic, even for a moment, terrified her. Her magic had been protecting her internally for her entire life; when she relinquishes it, her magic will be in the room with her, but it will not be inside of her. She will be basically human, something that she has never known.

Kristopher pushed Ryleigh back on to the bed and crawled on top of her. His auburn eyes were bright as he fixated on her emerald ones. He gripped her ass and pushed her further on to the bed, her head pressed right against the headboard. He lowered his head and kissed down her chest as his hands pulled her shorts off her body. His lips stopped at the string of her thong. He smirked and sucked the string into his mouth. He bit sharply, and his fangs sliced through the fabric. It fell off her core against the bedding. He heard her sigh softly, and his smirk widened. He lowered his head to the entrance of her core and plunged his tongue inside.

Ryleigh moaned as Kristopher snarled against her entrance. His tongue lapped at her arousal that was leaking out of her core, while his fangs gently bit the bundle of nerves of her clit. The sharpness of his fangs teased tearing her skin while they bit into her, and she arched her back up to offer him more access. She felt his dark growl reverberate in her core, and she moaned again. He bit down sharply with his fangs, and she gasped. She was positive that he drew blood out of her clit, but it simply aroused her even more.

Kristopher growled again as the taste of her blood dripped into his mouth, mixing with the sweet elixir that he was greedily drinking from her core. Fuck, he thought. She tastes good all around. His erection pulsated painfully, precum dripping from his head as he continued to taste his affection. He tore his face away from her suddenly with a snarl. If he continued to eat her out, he would lose control in his boxers. And he would be damned if he didn’t lose control deep within her where he belonged, feeding on her while he came inside of her. He shoved his boxers off his body and brought his face back to hers.

Ryleigh kissed Kristopher greedily, her body bucking up to his as she begged for him. She was almost whimpering for him to drive into her. She still could not believe how much his fangs aroused her, awoke a new type of beast from within her. She wanted more; she wanted to feel his fangs deep inside of her while he himself was deep inside of her. She felt the head of his erection rub against her clit as he ground his hips into hers, and she cried out. “Kristopher,” she breathed as she clawed into his back. “Please,” she begged as she bucked her body into him again.

“Let go, baby,” Kristopher growled as he tore his lips from hers. His lips settled on the sweet spot of her neck where his fangs had already claimed tonight. He ground his hips into her again, his cock so full that he was sure if she came right now, he would explode. “Fuck, baby, let go.” He craved to feel her without her magic, to cherish a side of her that he knew that no one else ever would. He craved the assurance that she trusted him, that she knew that he would never harm her. “Please, baby,” he whispered. There was only so much begging he could do before he surrendered to his beast and fucked her senseless, magic inside of her or not.

Ryleigh gasped as her magic expelled from her body. Her magic encircled the couple in the air around them, the air thickening in response. A light pink haze illuminated the orb of magic that filled the room; her magic acknowledged her arousal, her desire for him, and it obeyed her command to leave her. Kristopher snarled in response. Ryleigh cried out sharply as Kristopher thrust his erection into her. Without her magic, she felt everything. He was so large and swollen, pain erupted in her core at his thrust. The pain of his bite into her clit became a stinging sensation as his thrusting increased, his balls slapping the injured area. Her neck ached from his feeding earlier, yet she still craved him to resume.

Kristopher immediately plunged his fangs into her neck. He was so fucking close, he needed to feed on her now or the moment would pass. The cinnamon that flooded his nose immediately bathed his tongue. Cinnamon consumed her entire body, and consumed the magic that was constricting the air around them. He grunted against her neck as his thrusting increased, his fangs tearing at her neck as he fought to keep them buried into her skin. She cried out but he simply grunted in response. She agreed to this, he thought. Without her magic, all of the pain that he inflicted on her was felt like she was a normal human; her magic aided in dulling any pain, and that was gone for the moment. The vulnerability that he craved, the trust that she proved to him with this pain, simply fueled his desire for her even more.

The pain of Kristopher’s fangs, and the immense pleasure of his large erection pounding away, tore a scream from Ryleigh’s throat. The headboard knocked against the wall rhythmically as his speed increased. She felt pressure build in her core and she ripped her hands through his hair. “Kristopher,” she breathed erratically. He simply snarled in response and pounded even harder into her, biting deeper into her neck. Ryleigh screamed as her orgasm tore through her body.

Kristopher snarled as the clenching of Ryleigh’s walls sucked his own release out of him, pouring it deeply inside of her. He bit into her again as his slowed his thrusting and growled. She was his, only his; he marked her, inside and out. He very rarely surrendered to his inner beast, but he permitted the surrender with her. He did not want any other cum dripping from her insides, no other teeth or fangs imprinting her neck. She was going to scar from his fangs, and he growled again in pleasure. She trusted him enough to be truly vulnerable with him, and his own vulnerability followed suit. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against her neck as he withdrew his fangs.

“Hold that thought,” Ryleigh whispered breathlessly. She commanded her magic’s return, and gasped as it flooded her body once again. Warmth spread throughout her, quickly sealing her scent behind the cloaking spell once again. Every crevice beneath her skin was filled with her magic. It stretched through her core and rooted itself into Kristopher’s erection once again, securing him deeply inside of her. She gasped again as her magic forced him even deeper. My magic has realized that we can trust him completely, too, she thought. Her magic flared and seared her skin. She looked at Kristopher curiously. His blood stained her lips hypnotized her, and his body hummed with her blood within his body. Magic locked them together through his erection and poured itself into his body. Her hand cupped his face softly. “It’s protecting you,” she whispered. “While you are with me, like this, you are safe.”

“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” Kristopher whispered. He bent his head down and kissed her again. Her magic did not even hesitate upon its return; it immediately entered his own body to assure his protection. She’s accepted me completely, he thought as he began to rock into her again. Her and her magic. He growled as her hand gently pushed his face back from hers. “We can’t stay here,” she whispered. “My magic was down long enough; the hunt will begin.”

“Baby, my scent is here, too,” Kristopher growled possessively. “No one will fuck with you while another vampire scent is here. Especially with your Karizma scent hidden once again, they will think that the vampire that found you was successful in your demise and will leave the area.”

“How confident are you in that belief?” Ryleigh asked slowly. “With my scent gone or not, it was out there, and it’s not like my magic will grow weaker. If anything, my magic will grow stronger. They will be back.”

“And I will kill them all,” he murmured as his lips trailed to her earlobe. “Every last one of them, for you.”

“And I will kill any that threaten you,” Ryleigh whispered. “My magic and I, we aren’t going to lose you. I can feel it,” she sighed as he suckled on her earlobe. Her magic stretched out instantly and confirmed that he was the only vampire around for thirty miles. He was right, at least for the moment. We have some time, she thought.

“What else can you feel, pet?” Kristopher purred. He thrust into her again, his erection back to full attention and ready to spill his seed into her again. “I want you again. Fuck, I need you again. And again, and again.”

“I can’t keep dropping my magic.”

“I don’t want you to. With how this feels inside of me, I know that you trust me.”

“Christ, Kristopher,” she whispered as she arched her body against his. “I need you again, too.”

“The only male name to ever leave your lips is mine, pet,” Kristopher growled as he nipped at her earlobe. “I’m the only one who will make you feel this way, so stop saying other men.”

“Maybe I need more proof,” Ryleigh teased. Kristopher snarled and tore his lips away from her earlobe. His auburn eyes flared as his gaze bore into her emerald ones, and she smiled. “We do have some more time, my love. How much proof can you show me to keep only your name in my mouth?”

“Pet, I’m immortal. I will fuck you and make love to you until you die, turn you, and start it all over again for eternity to prove it to you,” Kristopher growled. “I will show you all of the proof in the world.”

“How the hell did I get so lucky with you?” Ryleigh whispered in amazement. She wrapped her hands in his hair and captured his lips with hers. She felt her heart soar as he kissed her back passionately. This vampire was the most vulnerable creature that she had ever met, pouring his heart out to her. She had never heard of any vampire doing such a thing, let alone a regular human man. She rolled her hips with his as her magic solidified between them, a thread of lust and love connecting the couple in the most intimate way possible.