Chapter 39 #2
“Yes. Now you’re getting it. Except for me and the other bunch of demons cosplaying at functioning members of society. We’re evil. Soulless and depraved from conception. Nothing like humans. Your kind earns their stripes the old-fashioned way.”
“My kind?” Maris looks up at me. “You were human.”
“And now I’m not,” I tell her.
“What are you then? The big bad vampire?” There’s a tease in her voice but there’s something else, too.
A hunger. I know what it is. My blood. It heals but it also acts as a libido enhancer.
Vampires aren’t the only ones that consume blood, and you can always count on humans to make anything into a drug.
“No. I’m yours.”
Maris flattens her hand, palm pressed to me and slides her hand over my chest. She takes her time touching me.
I savor the drag of her palm, the press of her fingers, the warm feel of her through my clothing.
She looks up at me and smiles and her cheeks are rosy and eyes bright.
Even if I couldn’t smell her, or didn't have my blood in her veins, I would know she was aroused.
“You are, aren't you?” she asks.
“Always,” I answer her.
Maris moves at my answer, her body surges up into mine, hands grabbing my coat to pull me into her.
She wouldn’t be able to move me normally, but I let her do as she pleases.
I go with her and let her touch direct me.
Maris pulls me in close and gets up on her knees on my desk.
I hear the stack of drug reviews hit the floor and papers scatter.
Maris yanks my coat down my shoulders and I help her get rid of it.
I toss it on to the desk beside her and move back into her arms from one second to the next.
“Fuck me,” Maris moans in between kisses. She reaches down and yanks at her dress. “Julian, please, I need you. I-I’m, it’s too much.”
“What’s too much?” I already know the answer but I want to hear her say it. I want to hear my beautiful wife tell me what she’s feeling. I want to savor the words, knowing it’s my blood that has her out of control.
“Like I’m fire, like there’s bees under my skin.” She grabs onto my shoulders and shakes her head. “My nipples…my pussy, I’m so wet and sensitive. Everything is sensitive,” she whimpers and hikes her skirt up higher.
“I’m going to cum from just kissing you,” she says, grabbing my hand and pressing it to the front of her pussy. She’s warm. When I slide my fingers down her aching pussy and press my fingers between her legs I feel it. Even through her panties, she’s dripping. The material is soaked through.
I bring my fingers up from her pussy and suck them into my mouth. Maris sucks in a sharp breath while she watches me lick my fingers clean of her.
“Fucking delicious, Maris. You’re so sweet for me, aren’t you?
” I grab her hips with both hands. I hold her in place while I grind against her.
Maris’ eyes flutter closed and her nails press into my shoulders.
She’s warm and sweet in my arms, on my tongue, the taste of her takes the edge off but I’m going to give Maris exactly what she’s asking for.
I don’t give a fuck about being at work.
That boat has sailed, or whatever nautical fuck ass saying this town would use.
I’ve already started putting together a plan on the quickest way to get out of the country with Maris.
I have a place in Paris she might like, a country home in Nice. Then there’s Rome.
She would love Rome.
To see her bathed in golden light, tangled in my sheets after I’ve shown her the pleasures of an ancient place like Rome. Now that is a way to wait out the Varcolacus and Rosanna’s bullshit. I’ll call Aubrey in the morning and make arrangements to get us both out of this town.
“I said you’re sweet for me, aren’t you?” I lean in and bite her earlobe. I let my fangs drop and pierce her skin. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” Maris hisses in pain. Blood beads on her skin and I lick it clean, soothing her pain with my kiss. “I’m sweet for you.”
“Aching and ready for me. My sweet wife.” I lay Maris back onto the table and shove her dress up. She’s wearing red underwear and the color complements the tan of her skin. I decide I’m going to leave them on while I fuck her.
“So pretty,” I murmur and splay a possessive hand across her hip. With my other hand I unbuckle my belt and free myself. I’m hard and ready, I’ve been ready from the second I had her in my arms. Having Maris this close is torture and ecstasy all at once.
I want her so badly my body doesn’t know if it’s meant to fuck her or feed on her.
“We’re leaving this town.” I slide her panties to the side and don’t bother teasing her.
Maris wasn’t exaggerating her need or readiness for me.
She’s aching. Ripe for me to enjoy every last inch of her.
I don’t plan on savouring my wife, not like last night.
This will be quick and rough. I’ll take my time with her after we’ve landed in Rome.
Maris shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t go.”
“You will,” I tell her. “You’re mine. Forever at my side, don’t you remember?
” I don’t give Maris time to answer me. I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt in her.
Her ass hits my hips with a satisfying smack.
I lean over her and grab the edge of the desk above her head and start to fuck her.
My thrusts are sharp and hard. Maris’ legs fall open, she spreads her legs wider to take more of me into her. That’s my fucking wife.
I grab her face and force her to look at me. “You’re mine, Maris. Where I go, you go,” I remind her. I might have brought my little wife back to herself but I’m no saint. I’m a demon. I’m evil. When I glamoured her I gave myself what I wanted the most. I bound her to my side.
What Maris wants only matters as long as I do too. She will learn this lesson thoroughly at my side. She can remain human all she wants, but it's my face she’ll see at her death bed. My voice will be the last thing she hears. One lifetime, all of them, it’s all fucking mine.
My hand on the desk tightens and I feel the wood splinter. I pull the desk down while I move forward. I’m punishing her now with how hard I’m fucking her. Even with me holding it in place, the heavy desk moves an inch and then another from the force of my thrusts.
I press my body down to hers. I can feel the jolt of her body, the jiggle of her tits with every pump.
God. She feels like heaven. I bury my face in her neck and bite her, blood flows into my mouth.
Maris is all around me, in my mouth, on my cock, beneath me.
I suck her lifeforce down and feel Maris shatter beneath me.
Her hips jerk and her pussy clenches. That’s all that it takes for me cum inside of her.
I empty into her and keep thrusting. One, two, three hard pumps into her with my cum leaking out of her and onto my desk.
Maris’ heart is beating so fast, I feel it slamming against her chest.
Badum, badum, badum.
“Look at me.” Beneath me my wife whimpers, her breath is ragged, she’s gasping for air. Maris looks at me. The glamour settles on her. I don’t even bother to hold it back. But still, Maris tries to fight it.
Maris moans, she shakes her head. “No. Julian, please. No.” She tries to close her eyes.
No.
My poor wife thinks she can tell me no. My sweet, sweet, foolish wife.
I crush her body to mine and whisper in her ear. “Yes. Yes, my wife. I’ll never let you go. From this life to the next you are tied to me, and I say we go.”
I told her exactly what I was, didn’t I? Not human, but a demon. Evil.
She’ll learn.