New Beginnings

Chapter 19
Taming the Beast


He moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness. A low groan vibrated in Buffy’s throat. His lips left hers to nibble at her earlobe. “Damn you taste good, real damn good,” he growled.

Blood pounded in her brain, it leapt from her heart making her knees tremble as his lips seared a path down her neck, her shoulders. Reclaiming her lips, he crushed her to him. Her tongue met his, drawing him deeper, caressing him, luxuriating in the taste of him. Hot, spicy. He tasted male, dark and forbidden. She groaned against his lips, needing more. He moved, drawing back, his lips going to her neck. His teeth nipped at her skin briefly, a growl emanating from his chest as one hand moved from her hip to below her breast.

His mouth moved from her neck, along her collarbone, sipping, and licking as he blazed a path back to her neck. Buffy felt like she was burning alive.

Julian ripped the shirt off her. He needed to feel her naked skin against him.

Buffy, dazed with passion, never noticed when both of their clothes came off. But she sighed in relief, when she felt his cool skin against his heated flesh. ‘You feel so good.’

Julian swept her, weightless, into his arms over to the bed. Their lips met again. Her tongue eagerly met his, demanding, controlling. Her hands gripped his hair, holding close to her, as their tongues mated.

His arms went around her, nails scraping along her back as she arched her body closer to him desperate to quench the fire he had set. Fine hairs on his chest rasped her nipples, engorged to a point of pain.

‘Please’. “Please,” Buffy begged. She did not know what she pleaded for, but he knew.

“Shh, I wanted to taste you first,” Julian, said parting her thighs.

She almost screamed when his fingers thick and hot entered the soaked slit of her vagina. Buffy watched as Julian spread her legs further. “Yes,” she said, desperate now for his touch. “Touch me right there.”

His tongue rasped through the slit of her nether lips from bottom to top. His large hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart.

“Mmm,” his low moan of pleasure vibrated against her clit.

Buffy gasped for breath as he licked her, his tongue dipping into the tight entrance of her vagina, swirling around, gathering more and more of her taste.

She was mindless now. “Oh yes suck it.” The shocking words erupting from her mouth. She screamed as he suckled her clit deeper, harder. The pleasure burst inside hard, her hips bucked like a tidal wave. She was heaving and shuddering, as she held unto his hair as an anchor.

“I need to be inside you now,” he growled, his hands lifting her as the head of his penis lodged against the entrance of her vagina. One hard thrust and he was buried into her body.

“Are you okay?” Julian asked. She felt so good. She was tight and hot, her muscle gripping him like a velvet glove.

‘Yes,” Buffy said, “You feel so gooood,” she said clutching his buttocks tightly, trying not to miss any sensation. Her hips ground against his powerful thrusting as she kept up with his increasing pace. Thin layers of sweat that glistened on their bodies as they intertwined deeper and deeper into each other.

Gritting his teeth, Julian eased back, wanting to scream at the incredible pleasure. He thrusts back inside her tight flesh.

She was bucking against him, her head twisting from side to side, twisting the sheets desperate for release. ‘More,’ she thought. “Julian!” She gasps, her nails biting into his skin.

‘Oh yes, I’ll give you more.’ He growled, as he drove against her harder. Julian reached between their slick bodies and sought out her clit with the soft pads of his fingertips. Feeling it between his fingers, he first began to gently massage the swollen nub, but as he felt both their climaxes coming at impressive speed, he began to rub with more ardor than ever before. Her strong legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed his hips, granting him better access to her dripping sex.
Buffy felt all of the muscle, throughout her body contract as he moved inside her. Her hands would ball into fists and unclench themselves to the rhythm that he slammed her into the smooth folds of the bed they were sharing.
Both their climaxes were coming. Buffy removed her hands from his butt to grate her fingernails against the cool skin of his back. Her nails dug into his back callously and she was able to draw blood with her touch. Julian gasped, his fang coming out at the smell of blood. His sharp teeth scratched across the surface of her throat. He gave her a little nip, and then he sank his fangs into her warm flesh and her blood flooded into his mouth. He felt her inner walls contract violently around his cock, milking him, as she screamed out his name.
“Julian…” She screamed. It was a beautiful sound, filled with love as it echoed throughout the room. Her eyes closed as she allowed exhaustion to capture her and Julian. She sighed, for the first time in months she felt completed. She was home.
Buffy woke the next morning, watching Julian sleep. She could feel the heat of his body course down the entire length of hers. Her body and heart was contented. It was a simple pleasure, just waking up to a sleeping man. One muscled arm lay draped over the pillow. It is interesting, she thought, Julian being Kindred, felt so warm and inviting. She almost felt dizzy, she was in love. What a difference the day made. She was going give up all this yesterday, because she felt guilty. The circumstance that brought them together was extreme. Although Whistler said they belong to each other and Julian told her he loved her, maybe he doesn’t want to be with her.

She got out the bed careful, trying not to wake him. She then retrieve Julian’s discarded shirt off the floor. ‘Mmm, it smells like him.’ She walked over to the window her muscles trembled, a delicious ache. It was a dreary morning; fog had rolled up across the San Francisco bay, blanket the early morning hours with gray.

Feeling the bed beside him empty, Julian opened his eyes. “Darling, he said squinting narrowly in the morning light. “Why aren’t you in bed?” he asked, rising fluidly from the bed.

Watching Julian walk towards her, Buffy Tilting her head back, she peered in his face. “When are we going on a date?” she asked.

“What date?” asked Julian dumbfounded. He eyed her apprehensively.

She dropped her eyes before his steady gaze; her mind was mixture of hope and fear. “We never went on a real date. I wanted to be pampered, courted. We never got to know each.”

“Darling, I have been in your mind, and your body,” Julian said, taking her tenderly in his arms. “I know everything about you.”

“Julian!” Buffy cried, an unwelcome blush crept into her cheeks.

Seeing, the blush, Julian laughed softly. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I am just saying we don’t have to date to know each other.”

Pushing Julian aside, Buffy storm to a chair and flopped down in it. “I want a date. I want to get dress up and look fabulous for you, I wanted to take you out and show the world that you are my man, and I am your woman. Is that too much to ask?”

“Ah, little one,” he said, following her to the chair. He stooped down and pushed stray tendrils of blonde hair from her cheek. “No it is not too much to ask. You are my world; I would do anything for you. You just have to asked.”

“Oh Julian,” she cried wrapping her arms around him. “I love you so much.” A delightful shiver of wanting ran through her.


“I love you too Lissa.

Easing slightly out of Julian arms, Buffy asked playfully, glancing at him. . “So when are we going on a date?”

Julian hands slipped up her arms, bringing her closer, “Never change,” he whispered into her hair.

Her soft curves melting to the contours of Julian’s lean body, Buffy sighed.