He felt drunk. Slightly detached. But like with alcohol, his reservations seemed to be what left him. It only left a growing heat that seemed to coil low in his body.
“I’ve seen you watching me. When I train…when I sleep. I’ve seen the looks you gave me, over all those years,” she whispered.
Her breath was like Heaven against him. He wanted to feel those soft lips. He wanted to taste them. “This is wrong,” he murmured.
“I never wanted Eddie. I never wanted the boy.” Her legs hooked around his waist, and she shifted her body against his, pressing the bare heat of her core against his own eager need. “I wanted the man.”
“I—”
“Shush…” She ran her fingers slowly through his hair, looping behind his ear and tracing over his jaw. She tilted his head to hers, then…then she kissed him.
All his restraint crumbled at the feeling of those lips against his. It was what he had always dreamed of. What he had always imagined. And now they were his. She tasted so sweet, so perfect. It was wonderful. It was bliss. There was nothing wrong about this. He had loved her, raised her, trained her—this was right.
He kissed her back, harder than she had begun the embrace, his hands slipping over her body. She was lithe, but soft in all the right places. It had been so long since he had known the embrace a woman—and this was Bella.
Her hands were at his belt, undoing it, letting his weapons thunk to the ground, abandoned and forgotten. They were not her goal. Not his either. He had other needs. He undid his pants, freeing the painful urgency that had grown swollen and tight in desperation.
When her hand grazed over his hard and eager member, he moaned. “Please…”
“You’ve wanted me for so long. I’ve wanted you too, Alfonzo.” She breathed against him, her hand grasping him, stroking him, and he almost buckled from the pleasure of that simple, tentative gesture.
He watched, dumbstruck, as she lay back on the altar, spreading her legs wider for him, her fingers twisting in the lace fabric of her dress and pulling it slowly up to her waist. He could make out the hard peaks of her breasts through the lace as she breathed, her chest heaving with her own desire.
Heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at him, the blue shades turned darker with need. She was so beautiful…so perfect. So ready for him. He stepped into her, and leaned down to kiss her, her tongue rushing into his mouth to twist with his.
Her legs wound around his waist, pulling him to her. When he broke the kiss, he was breathless. He watched her writhe beneath him in abandon. She was undoing his shirt, her hands finding his bare skin and running over him like he was her lifeline. “Please, Alfonzo…Please, I need you. I’ve wanted you for so long…”
It was when she chewed on her lower lip, furtive, as if she was unsure of herself, that his remaining control shattered. She looked so innocent. He grasped himself, pressed against her wet heat, and slid himself inside her. He growled in ecstasy.
Her cry of pleasure echoed through the sanctuary of the church.
21
Bella gasped and moaned as she rode the man beneath her. It was so good. She rubbed her hands over her breasts as she lifted her hips and drove them down against him in slow, deep movements. Alfonzo Van Helsing lay naked and lost in bliss, his head thrown back, mouth open, as he filled her.
She knew she should feel guilty. The man had saved her from an orphanage. He had raised her. Trained her to fight.
But Mordecai’s words echoed in his head. She had not hypnotized him—she had only compelled him to do that which he had already desired. He had wanted her. And she had only given him the small push, the very small push, it required.
There was some odd, strange poetry to the whole thing. He had been the one to lead her into this life. And he would be the one to lead her out of it. It was his fault Boston had fallen to Dracula. He could have traded a willing Maxine for all their lives. Of course, then she might not have found Mordecai…but no. They had already met. He would have found her anyway. She was sure of it.
Mordecai had already told her that Zadok had offered her freedom in exchange for their departure. Alfonzo had said no. His revenge had