Awakening (The Magic of the Black Forest Book 2) (11 page)

“Yes, mother. I heard every word you said. Are you okay?”

She rolled her eyes – so that’s where he got it from -- adding, “Silly boy, of course I’m okay. I’m one of God’s angels. I get to watch over you from the heavens.” She waved her hand, gesturing for me to stand next to Bradley. “Natalia, thank you for loving my son unconditionally. Bradley, please remember to do the same for her when her time comes. I love you all, especially you, my dear son. Be safe.” Then she vanished as quickly as she had appeared.

Stunned, we just stood there for a moment. Well several moments.

“Your mother is beautiful.”

“Thank you, Natalia, thank you!” He wrapped his arms tightly around me. “I’ve missed her so much. Yes, she is beautiful.”

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

This afternoon Jesse, Colleen, Dave and Cheryl would be coming over so that we could let them know what we’ve learned about Andrew and Anthony. We’re not quite sure what we are or aren’t going to tell them. The only thing we were sure of is that last night was amazing.

The sun peeking through the bedroom window curtain woke me. Neither Seager nor Bradley was in the room but I could sense they were near. Just about to roll out of bed to get myself something to eat, Bradley came into the room with breakfast.

“What’s this all about?”

“We have a few hours before our friends get here so I thought maybe this would be a good time for us to start over. Since I plan on dragging this out a few hours I thought I should feed you first.”

“Okay.” I smiled, loving how Lady Luck was shining down on me. Humming while I ate, my excitement grew with the anticipation and intense desire to feel his touch.

Bradley left me alone to eat, but he didn’t stay away too long. The second I finished my last bite, he was taking the mini table away. When he returned he had a bottle of rubbing oil in his hand. The bottle didn’t look the same as the one he used at the mountain house.

“What’s that you got there, my love?”

“Lavender. You said you liked it last time.”

“Yes, I did, but that’s not the same bottle as before.”

“Oh, I see what you’re getting at. With everything that’s going on, I didn’t want to leave you alone so I asked Colleen to pick this up for us. She insisted that this is a better brand.”

“Where’re the oils I get to rub on you?”

“Don’t you worry about me; I don’t like that stuff on me.” He grinned.

Before I could argue my point he silenced me with a seductive kiss. Lips swollen and unable speak, I lay silent on my back, trying to catch my breath.

“Undress, Natalia.”

Waving my hand in the air, in the blink of an eye, I stripped us both of our clothing.

Bradley began rubbing the lavender oil on my feet. Massaging the soles of each foot rubbed the stress and tension of the last couple days away. Unlike last time, he spent little time on my feet, quickly moving up my legs to my thighs.

Lifting my knees and spreading my legs wide, Bradley swirled and licked his tongue over my clit. The long tantalizing strokes aroused my sexual desires. My hips bucked upwardly, my legs quivering. Bradley wrapped his arms under and around the top of my thighs, holding my hips down. His name echoed from my lips. 

Lacing my fingers through his thick soft hair, I clenched a fistful and pushed down on his head, pressing his mouth firmly against my engorged clit. It felt so good I was quickly losing control, thrusting my hips up while begging him not to stop.

Desperately needing to feel him deep inside, stretching and filling me completely, I pulled and tugged at his hair, pleading for him to love me. Following willingly, Bradley grabbed my hands, chuckling.

Lying above me, holding all his weight on his elbows and gazing adoringly into my eyes, he swooned, “Not yet, my love. It’s too soon.”

Needing to feel all of his body against mine, I wrap my legs around his waist, wrestling with him until his weight holds me captive against the bed, unable to move. “No, Bradley, it’s not.”

Without any effort, he unlocked my ankles, removing the restraints from around his hips and rolled off, resting on my left side. Holding the oil in his left hand, he rubbed and massaged the oil on my belly with his right hand, all the while gazing shamelessly into my eyes with that devilishly crooked grin. Reaching down to rub my hand up the length of his shaft, he blocked me, shaking his head no.  

Smacking the bottle of oil out of his hand, I raised my right hand, spun it around clockwise, magically shoving Bradley off and pushing him down onto his back. Jumping onto him, I crushed my kiss to his lips and positioned his shaft to my needy wet center, then pushed downwardly, burying him deep inside, stretching my inner walls.

“Oh, yes,” I swooned, sitting up, leaning my head backward, with my breasts arched outwardly. Embracing the pleasure, I lost myself in the moment. When Bradley’s fingers dug into my hips, and he lifted me off of him, my eyes snapped open.

“No, please Bradley, don’t stop, please.”

“You know I can’t resist you when you plead that way.” With his hands on my backside, securing my body to his, he slid to the edge of the bed and pushed his shaft deep inside my center with one upward thrust of his hips. It felt so good I cried out his name again. It took me a few grinds to get into a rhythm we could both move to.

Bradley suckling my peaked achy nipples, first right, then left, drives my every move. The feeling so satiable had my hips rocking up and down on his shaft. Slowly pressing kisses up my chest to the base of my neck, his breaths grew hoarse, quickened. Matching the pace of his breathing I pleaded for more, for him not to stop. Bradley intertwined his fingers through my hair, gently tugging at it until our eyes met and our lips were but an inch apart before molding his lips to mine. 

“Natalia…” he murmured before spinning us around, onto the bed, resting his body on mine.

He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out, our bellies slapping together with each push, causing my breasts to jiggle. A deep passionate kiss, our tongues dancing, him driving his shaft deeper, all had me moaning into his mouth. Teetering on the edge, I wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing his cock to go even deeper. Arching his back, exposing his neck, I reached up, my fingers locked in his hair, holding him, and I bit his neck. The combination sent me spiraling over, screaming out in ecstasy.

Seconds later his tongue licked my neck before pinching my skin with his teeth. It turned me on so much I wanted him to do it more. Growling, he turned his head away, thrusting deeply once more before moaning my name as he came. Returning his lips to my neck, his pressed soft kisses, whispering how much he loved me after every kiss.

Lost in the moment, I bit him again, breaking through his skin, sucking on his neck while my body quivered and shook below his.

Laughing softly he teased, “Are you having convulsions?”

Out of breath and unable to speak, “
That was unbelievable, Bradley.
” 

“We’re not finished yet, Mrs. Jenkins.” He picked me up off the bed and held me up against the wall. “I’ve always wanted to try it this way.”

Again, but with fervor, he buried his cock to the hilt. His shaft, feeling thicker than the last time, stretched me even more. With each thrust, he slammed my body unintentionally into the wall. Wanting him to push harder, to go deeper, I telepathically begged for him to fulfill my desires. The more I begged, the louder his growls got. With his breath hot against my neck, I threw my head back against the wall while screaming that I’m going to come. Smiling, he watched as an orgasm roared through me and I lost all control.

With wild black eyes, he whispered, “Bite me, Natalia.” Ready and willing to quench his desires I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back then bit him, hard. Snarling he thrust deep one last time and came, sending another orgasm rushing through me. Pressing his body against mine, he held me up against the wall as I sucked his blood. He stood there for a few minutes, his body pressing mine, both of us breathless.

When Bradley finally released my legs, letting my feet drop to the floor, they were too wobbly to stand on my own. Holding onto him tightly, we stared deeply into each other’s eyes, Bradley tracing my lips with the tip of his finger. “Natalia…”


Here it comes,
” I thought to myself, “
The moment I’ve been dreading,

“I love you,” came out of his (something) lips, followed by a soft, intimate kiss.

Once I could stand on my own, Bradley handed me my housecoat that was hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Taking my hand in his, we walked into the living room. My body was still trembling when I sat down on the couch. While I recovered and enjoyed the aftermath of our lovemaking, Bradley went into the kitchen to get me a drink. Returning, he handed me a glass of iced tea and sat beside me. 

Resting his hand on my knee, he squeezed it saying, “We need to talk, my love.” After setting my drink on the table I looked at him. His eyes were still darker than normal, and wild. “Why do you like biting me, Natalia?”

The question stunned me. I was expecting him to tell me that I couldn’t do it anymore. Actually, I was pretty sure that’s where the conversation was headed.

“I don’t know. I do it instinctively, because I like it and I think you do.”

“Natalia, I do like it.” He smiled wickedly. “But we need to be careful because I want to do the same thing to you. The results would not be the same if I bit you, well not for you anyway. I would enjoy it.” He laughed softly. “Unfortunately, I probably wouldn’t stop. It takes all the self control I have not to bite you back.”

“You stopped yourself after you sucked on my lip.”

“Yes, I did, but I didn’t bite you. May I add that your blood is just as scrumptious as your body?” His smoldering blue green eyes dazzled me. “Vampires bite each other during sex. When you bite me you must be careful and not swallow my blood.”

“Why?” I almost added ‘too late’ but decided to wait to tell him later.

“I’m not sure what it will do to you, if it will slowly change you. Let’s not forget I only have so much blood and I’m not sure what would happen to me if I ran out.” He laughed. “But you biting me is always welcomed.” He studied my eyes for a few moments before guessing, “You already did, was this the first time?” I shook my head no. “How many times?”

“Since the first time I bit you.” His eyes got wide and it looked as though he was actually trying to count the number of times I had bit him. That would be difficult to tally up. I lost count before we were even married. It’s just gotten more addictive since our wedding night.

“Hmm. If you don’t mind I’ll need to talk to Dave about this.”

His comment confused me because I thought he already had.

“You didn’t talk to him on our honeymoon? I thought that’s what you were discussing with him in the kitchen that morning I had trouble sleeping.”

“No, I don’t kiss and tell, Natalia. I thought you would know that by now.” By the sting in his voice my words insulted him.

“I didn’t mean it to come out that way. I just thought… Well, you looked upset, rubbing your neck when I walked into the kitchen. Please forgive me, my love.” Upsetting him made me feel horrible.

“I remember it and can see the confusion. I was hiding the bite mark from him so that he wouldn’t ask any questions. Plus, I seem to heal faster if I rub my wound -- in this case your love bite.” He laughed, kissing me gently on my neck.

Remembering what his mother said last night, I climbed on to his lap and asked him to explain about the first day we met.

“Is that why you’re on my lap, to entice me into giving you information?”

“No.” This time I acted as though I was insulted. “I like it here.” Grinding, pushing myself closer to him. I smiled seductively, “Want to do it again?”

“By the size of the egg on your head I’d have to say no.” He rubbed the back of my head. When I threw my head back and hit the wall, I must’ve hit it really hard because it was sore to the touch. Funny, at the time, I didn’t feel a thing.

“I’m okay. Well except that my legs still feel like jelly.” I giggled.

“Do you remember the first day you arrived in Black Forest?” Changing subjects in a subtle way wasn’t Bradley forte, but I decided to bite anyway.

“Yes. That’s when I met Colleen. Now
that
was weird. It was as if we were meant to meet each other. Then, later that night, she stood me up and I met you. Why do you ask?”

“Well that’s not really how it happened. You see the first time I saw you was the day you arrived. I was across the street in the bar parking lot walking to my truck when I saw you with Sam. You looked so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Caressing my left cheek with the back of his right hand he paused momentarily. “I remember feeling as if I had fallen under a spell. The way you walked and how the wind blew your beautiful long blonde hair, it left me breathless. From that first moment I had to meet you.

“I stalked you adoringly that day, watching as you took care of business with Sam. For fear you’d see me, I didn’t follow you onto the campgrounds. Instead, I waited along the highway hoping that you’d have to come back out. And when you finally did I followed you to the store where I called Colleen and asked her to accidently, but purposely, bump into you. Luckily, Colleen was right down the road. I asked her to arrange a get together with you and then not show up so I could meet and talk to you.”

He sighed. “I know how desperate I sound. Trust me, Colleen already said those words to me. But I had to meet you. I was instinctively drawn to you.”

For a few seconds I stared at his chest, wiping away an imaginary fuzzy, digesting his words.

“Wow. So Colleen really didn’t want to be my friend? Did you send her back to the cabin to check on me a few days later, too?” Although I am excited at the lengths Bradley went just to meet me, I was kind of disappointed about Colleen. I thought we had a connection the day we first met.

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