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Pleasure and Regret

She nearly moaned.

Sebastian's lips were hot and firm, like his body. He was so tall she had to stand on the tip of her toes just to reach him. And even then she had to pull his head down to meet her.

As she kissed him Sebastian stood completely still and for one heart stopping moment she worried that he didn't want her. Then he growled, his hands lowering to grip her ass.

She whimpered as he pressed her tighter against him. She could feel the hard planes of his chest and torso and it excited her. The ridge of his erection jutted against her belly from beneath his jeans and she gasped, pulling back slightly. "Sebastian."

"I want you," he grated roughly. Her heart slammed in her chest and he growled again.

Hauling her off her feet he slanted his lips over hers once more. The intense stab of desire shocked her. She cried out and his tongue plunged between her lips. Oh god, his taste! Hot and smooth with a hint of whiskey.

Sebastian devoured her mouth, his tongue thrusting and licking. She could feel his sharp fangs and her desire mounted. Never had she been kissed like this. Shaking she held onto him, soft needy sounds in her throat.

When Sebastian finally broke away she was breathless, her body aching. His hands clenched around the mounds of her ass as he lapped at her neck, his hard shaft pulsing between them.

"I can't resist you," he murmured.

The feeling was mutual. "Sebastian, please," she pleaded on a whisper.

Sebastian groaned, lifting her higher. He carried her across the room, setting her on her knees at the edge of the bed. His golden eyes glowed in the darkness, flickering over her body. Slipping a finger under the strap of her nightgown he asked, "Did you wear this for me?"

Victoria flushed, biting her lip. "Do you like it?"

She heard him swallow before he rasped, "I love it. I want to fucking rip it off you with my teeth."

Holy shit! The deep empty ache between her legs increased tenfold. "I've never worn anything like this before."

He stilled before rumbling, "That pleases me, Victoria."

His voice... Dragging in a deep breath she tried to rein in on her desire. She badly wished she could see him. His hot body was so close, tempting her. "Can I...can I touch you?"

He stiffened. "You want to touch me?"

"Please. I just...I really want too."

Sebastian sucked in a breath, as if readying himself for battle. "Very well, little one."

Excitement and nerves rolled in her stomach. She raised her hands, her palms hovering over his skin, unsure of where she should touch him first. He caught her wrists, drawing in a deep breath. He lowered her hands to his chest, shuddering as they pressed against his skin. "Here. Touch me here."

Her eyelids grew heavy as she smoothed her hands over his chest. Shaking she ran her palms over his hard pecks, down his torso and rigid abs. They flexed and dipped under her touch. His muscles were tense beneath her palms and she knew he struggled to remain in control. How much time did she have before his inner demon broke free?

As she explored she could feel raised scars under her fingers. There were so many, but they only aroused her further. His body was magnificent. Licking her lips she stroked lower, past his navel, tracing the crisp line of hair she found running down to the top of his jeans.

"Victoria," he grated, his hands stilling her. "I can't take much more."

She peered up at him in the dark, panting. She was so aroused just from touching him. "I like the way you feel."

"Little female," he groaned.

"You have so many scars."

"They're from before I became fully immortal. Does it bother you?"

"No, I like them," she admitted bashfully. He made a strangled sound in his throat. She trailed her finger over a scar that ran from his ribs to his stomach. Sebastian shuddered but didn't stop her. "Did you get these from fighting?"

"Some of them..."

Glancing up she frowned. "Some of them?"

He avoided her gaze. "I wasn't born a king, Victoria."

"What were you born as?"

Sebastian paused, before answering roughly, "A slave."

"What?"

"I was a slave. All of my kind were."

"You mean berserkers?"

"Yes."

"But why?" How could anyone enslave a man like him?

His body tensed even further. "Berserkers were strong and easily controlled. The demon lords used that to their advantage, forcing us to turn and fight for them."

"They forced you?" Her heart clenched.

"Yes."

"How did they..." she broke off, suspecting she already knew the answer.

His golden eyes darkened. "We were tortured. Relentlessly. Some of us never turned back."

First tortured and then cursed. How had he even survived? "Sebastian-"

"It's done," he cut her off stiffly. Then he softened, leaning down and whispering in her ear, "The only thing I care about now is hearing you scream my name when I make you come."

Oh god!

"Turn around," he ordered gruffly,

"Sebastian..."

"Do it. Stay on your knees."

Biting her lip she obeyed, thrilling at his commanding tone.

He groaned. "I can scent your desire, Victoria. Do you like being told what to do?"

"I...I don't..." Jesus, she couldn't even speak.

"Such a hot little thing." Wrapping his arms around her waist he buried his face against her neck. She arched back, giving him better access. The action seemed to set something off inside him. Sebastian snarled, his lips locking on her neck, sucking hard.

Moaning she raised her arms, unconsciously wrapping them around his head and burying her fingers in his hair. He stilled and Victoria worried she'd gone too far. Then he gave a deep groan, feasting on her neck. It felt so good and she knew it would leave a mark. The idea of being branded by him had her desire soaring.

Curling her fingers into his hair she pulled him closer. It was long and thick, sliding between her fingers. Moving her hands through the silky strands she brushed against his horns.

His hips surged against her backside. Sebastian stifled a groan. "Don't."

"I'm sorry. Does it hurt to touch them?"

He shook his head. "No. It feels good. Too good. But if you do that I'll lose it."

Her breath caught. Where his horns sensitive?

All thought flew from her mind when his hands cupped her breasts. He palmed her roughly before gripping the top of her nightgown and yanking it down. Then he cupped her again, squeezing and messaging as his thumb brushed over the swollen peak.

She cried out, "Sebastian!"

"You love that don't you?" He nuzzled her shoulder, his claw circling her nipple, driving her mad. When he pinched it between his fingers she nearly cried out again. Through the fog of desire she realized his claws were short and blunt instead of sharp points.

"Sebastian, your claws..."

His tongue flicked along her ear. "I bit them off."

"Why?"

"So I don't hurt you when I finger your tight little body," he grated. Her hips jerked at his words. "Do you want me too?"

"Y...yes," she panted. God yes!

Sebastian's other hand slid over her ass, cupping her fully between her legs from behind. When his finger teased along her panties they both moaned. "So wet, little female."

"Sebastian, please." She felt his deep growl. His finger pulled aside the soft silk, dipping between her folds. He stroked her wet flesh, flicking his finger tip over that aching point. "Oh!"

Rubbing the swollen nub his other hand kneaded her breasts. Unconsciously her hips moved against him, demanding more. She was on the brink already, trembling with the need for release.

"You want to come, don't you, little one?" he asked.

"Yes!" So close. He moved his finger away. She nearly sobbed, her hips thrusting, seeking his touch. "Please!"

"The way you beg me. Even that first night." His finger returned, stroking in languid circles. "Did you not fear me?"

"I couldn't help it," she panted. This demon made her feel so good, made her hungry. Her hips rocked, the pleasure coiling deep in her belly. He had her hovering right on the edge, his finger teasing and she couldn't think. "I want it."

"I'll give you what you need," he rasped. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he yanked her back against him. Then his finger moved against her, hard and fast.

"Oh my god!" Her back bowed as her hips thrashed erratically. She came in a rush, screaming his name.

"Give it to me," he groaned. He continued to work her until her body collapsed against him.

"I can't take anymore," she whimpered.

"I'm not nearly done with you. Spread your legs wider," he ordered. Her stomach jolted. Sucking in a deep breath she did without hesitation. "Ah, good girl." His finger teased along her opening. "Your body was so tight that first night. Tell me, have you ever had a man finger you here?" He pressed his knuckle against her.

Embarrassment coursed through her as she shook her head. "No."

Sebastian growled with pleasure. "Good." Slowly he slid his finger inside her.

******

Victoria cried out as he pushed his finger inside her. His desire for her was savage, his hard cock damn near ripping through his jeans.

She was so tight. Fuck, how had she taken his size that first night? Guilt struck him, lessening his desire. How badly he must have hurt her. He was damn lucky he hadn't killed her.

She wiggled on his finger, as if trying to work him deeper. "Sebastian."

He gritted his teeth. He may have her hurt her before but now she was giving him the chance to make it up to her. Don't fuck this up.

He sank his finger deeper, thrilling at how slick she was for him. She groaned, rocking her hips. Finding that raised pleasure point deep inside he rubbed it.

"Oh god! Bastian!" she cried.

"That's it," he rasped. Nuzzling her hair his other hand palmed her full breast. Her body was so soft, perfection.

His finger continued to work her sex, stretching her as he pleasured her. When she was thrusting her hips, trying desperately to take more of him Sebastian added a second.

She stiffened, a deep moan on her lips.

"Does that feel good?"

She whimpered in response. Despite his rolling tension he smirked. He loved giving her pleasure. The way she'd screamed his name as she came had worked him into a lather.

Thrusting his fingers deeper he spread them.

"Oh fuck!"

Groaning against her hair he murmured, "I like hearing you cuss." Despite his cock throbbing for release he wanted to keep pleasuring her, wanted this to last all night. But the cage was crumbling, fast. His muscles bulged as he struggled to stay present. Don't take her. Make her ready. Give her more pleasure first.

Even as he thought the words he found himself shoving his hand against her back, pushing her forward. Her front fell to the mattress, her hands curling into the bedspread. "Sebastian?"

Her generous ass beckoned him, her glistening folds tempting him to take as he slipped his fingers in and out of her body. His demon snarled and clawed at the sight. Shit, this had been a mistake. If he lost it he wouldn't be able to stop.

Now he was even more desperate to pleasure her, to give her at least that much before he took her. "I can't take much more," he warned. "Need you to come for me again." He worked his fingers faster, watching as they moved within her wet sheath. The sight was beyond erotic.

He could tell she was close, on the very edge. Victoria was panting and shaking, her little body clenching his fingers so deliciously. He would give anything to feel that on his cock.

She moaned, "I'm close..."

His chest heaving he thrust harder. He wanted her, needed her. His shaft throbbed to sink inside her glistening folds. Even his fucking fangs ached for her.

Losing it. No. No!

Slipping too fast, he couldn't stop it. Every inch of him strained to remain in control. "Victoria, come. Now!"

"Sebastian..." She tensed even more, thrusting back onto his fingers with a hard shudder as she found release.

Fuck! He was lost.

The demon broke free. With a deep snarl he released his cock from his jeans. Clutching her hips roughly he lined her up with his aching shaft. Before she could react he rammed forward. His eyes nearly rolled back as he sank into her wet heat. Her body was still too tight, stopping him midway.

It wasn't enough.

With a growl he eased back and thrust again, sinking even further. So fucking good! He snapped his hips, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Through his groans of pleasure he heard her plead, "Sebastian, not so hard."

An answering growl fell from his lips as he continued to ram inside her. His seed was high in his cock, her hot body driving him mad with lust. And it still wasn't enough. He needed more.

Fisting her hair he yanked her up, pressing her back against his body, still working his cock deep inside her. Her neck was so close. He ran his tongue over his fangs.

Make her yours. You want too.

She gasped, her body stiff against him.

I'm hurting her. Monster.

He fought to wrestle back the instincts, and failed. "Can't stop," he managed to rasp brokenly. He wrapped his arms around her. "Can't stop..."

To his shock she leaned back, looping her arms around his neck. "It's okay," she whispered.

"Victoria," he choked, burying his head against her shoulder. His hips surged furiously, driving the pleasure higher. His spine tingled, his shaft pulsing within her. He gave one more hard thrust and stiffened, his seed spilling from his body. He roared with anguish even as he came deep inside her.

As soon as the hard shudders ceased he wrestled back into control. He broke away from her, clutching at his hair. What had he done?

Victoria sank to her hands and knees, sucking in deep breaths. He reached for her then stopped, afraid to even touch her. "Victoria?"

"I'm okay." She sat up on the bed, her little body trembling. "It's okay. You tried, Sebastian." Her voice was soft, comforting.

It was like a knife to the gut. "What?" He stared at her, confused and ashamed. "I hurt you!"

Adjusting her nightgown she climbed from the bed, her steps unsteady. "I know you didn't mean too. We can try again-"

"Stop, just stop." He backed away from her. "Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy me hurting you?" he snapped.

"Of course not!" she cried.

"Then how can you stand there telling me that was okay!?" he yelled. Shoving his still semi-hard cock back in his jeans he paced, his mind reeling. "Is it some kind of trick?"

"Sebastian, look at me."

He did, his self-disgust only increasing. Her face was pale, blood dripped from her lip. Dear god, she'd bitten her lip to keep from screaming. At least this time he hadn't clawed the crap out of her little body. Because I bit them off first...

With horror in his voice he groaned, "I'm a fucking monster."