Chapter 11
Eleven
TALULLA
Saying that I’m sore would be an understatement, but seeing a pair of icy-gray eyes as I open my own, makes me forget my body being in pure agony.
God, he’s so beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at the sun touching his skin. And yes, that sounds extremely sappy and lame, but he’s hot, can’t I think that he’s hot? Cause damn.
He’s so incredibly attractive I honestly can’t believe I get to call him mine.
And what an odd concept this is. I might have found the idea of belonging to someone as absolutely ridiculous, but the reality is that I do belong to him, and he belongs to me.
Despite everything, even if we still need to completely share one another, we’re still here in each other’s arms and I can’t see it being any different.
“Are you going to stare at me for much longer?” I tease him, knowing very well he won’t like my impertinence, but what can I say, it’s not noon yet, and I plan to take advantage of every last second before this man goes rigid and into abstinence.
“I can do as I please with you, my beautiful red ruby,” Flynn replies, his silky voice making my core throb as I think back at the number of times he made me come last night in the bathtub as if to just give me enough for the entire month.
He knows it will be hard for the both of us to resist for so long, and he sealed a promise of pleasure as he continued to touch me over and over again.
I didn’t question too much as his fingers found my warm entrance as he massaged my body with a soapy sponge. Gods, even just thinking about it makes me wet all over again, and by the flare in his nostrils, he knows it too.
But Flynn Lancaster isn’t getting soft, not when what happened is so monumental. He’s a over one hundred years old vampire, and gentle isn’t really in his vocabulary.
And I love him for it.
I haven’t said those words yet, but I always know I can count on Flynn being exactly what I need. Rough, firm, and ready to teach me a lesson.
And at the same time, he would burn the world around us if anyone tried to hurt me.
He was ready to rip that alpha’s head off just yesterday if he tried to do something, I know he was, I felt I was holding him in place by squeezing his hand to remind him I was there, alive, and nothing had happened to me.
He was now staring at me, waiting for a reaction, and I would give him just that. “You say that, and then do nothing,” I say, trying to provoke him. The smirk that appears on his lips is filled with purpose, but he still doesn’t move.
Come on, fangs, give me something.
He tilts his head to the side, and after a long sigh, he says, “I know what you’re trying to do, Talulla.”
“It’s not noon yet,” I point out, already feeling the pool of desire growing between my legs.
My vampire gets out of bed with the movements of a feline, and I can’t help but admire his naked form.
He slowly paces toward the big window of the hotel room, completely unfazed by the fact that someone could see him from the building on the other side of the street if he only opened the curtains.
“I made an appointment to see the house today. I really think you’ll love it.
” With that statement, he tears the fabric open, and sunlight hits his perfect sculpted ivory body.
I can’t help but gasp at the sight of him.
I always am taken aback at the presence that is him, but right now, like this? I’m completely out of breath.
“It’s still early,” I say, crawling on the bed, letting the sheets fall from me. “Let me do something for you.” I’m still extremely sore, and probably with red marks all over me, but the sight of him, admiring me right now is all I need to be ready to take him once more.
He will absolutely complain about my ways, but what can I do if his perfect dick was getting hard for me again. Definitely can’t have that while we look at a house.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees for me,” he demands, and I can’t help but obey.
His lips part a little as I sit, legs parted, letting him see exactly how ready I am for him.
“So fucking perfect,” he adds, but he doesn’t move, he stays right in front of the window, and as I see him lick his lower lip and see his fangs poke out, I can’t help but get off the bed and continue with the show.
I take my time and crawl to him, my eyes never leaving his. A fire of desire growing hotter and hotter as I get closer to him.
A growl escapes from his mouth as I make it right in front of him, and that sends shivers down my body straight to my aching core.
I’m almost to the point of touching myself when he clicks his tongue and says, “You’re going to let me fuck your mouth, but if I see you touch yourself.” He pauses to rest his finger under my chin. “You’re going to say goodbye to my cock in your ass in a month. Are we clear?”
I can feel the heat between my legs disperse throughout the rest of my body, and not touching myself as he strokes his rock-hard shaft right now is, well, complicated.
So all I can do is nod.
“Say it, Talulla,” he orders as I get hypnotized by the veins starting to pop out as he strokes himself, and all I can think about is how it will feel to have him all deep down my throat. “Out loud.”
Fuck. Me. “Please, use my mouth, I won’t touch myself,” I start, slowly moving my eyes up and finding his. “I promise.”
“Good girl,” he growls as he cups my chin and forces my mouth open.
Flynn wastes no time and shoves his hard length in, so deep I almost choke as I try to adjust to the feel of him in me.
Tears prepare to sign my face as he starts to move, and I can’t help but close my eyes for just a second and moan around his cock as he begins a delicious rhythm.
The sting of pain I feel as he hits the back of my throat over and over, quickly becomes pure ecstasy between my legs, and I know if he even just brushed my pebbled nipples, I might shatter right there, on my knees, in front of him.
My throat starts to constrict with the feel of his cock beautifully torturing me.
How can this sensation get more intense as the time goes by? The continuous need of him, of being in his presence, of having his complete attention. Him. All of his shades. The good, the bad, the inexcusable.
The thought of having to leave him makes me already miss him, but isn’t that the reality of things? We might be mated, but I’m still human, and how can I go against everything human and choose this forever?
Or maybe that’s the real problem because I would in a heartbeat.
I would pick him just like he would pick me. Just like he was ready to become human again to have a normal life with me. I would always choose him, in any form I can get.
I moan on his dick as he continues his movements, and that’s all it takes for him to spill down my throat. The vibration of my sounds makes him curse as he grips my head and keeps me there, firm, and needing to drink him until the last possible drop.
“Talulla,” he groans as he continues to move slowly now, and then he stills, there, deep inside of me needing to make sure I know this is what I do to him. I make him break apart like no one else can and ever will.
The kind of rhapsody we create is the perfect piece of music and art that could ever exist.
We don’t exist alone, without the other, we can only be if we’re together.
I release his cock with a pop, and as I lick my lips to make sure I’m not missing any seed of him, he says, “You love getting your mouth fucked, don’t you.” That wasn’t a question, but a mere obvious statement.
“I do if it’s your cock, fangs,” I reply, squeezing his length a little.
“Only me, Talulla,” he states. “You’re mine.”
I slowly get up without taking my eyes off of his icy-gray ones. “Completely yours, Flynn.”
He wraps his arms around me and leaves a soft peck on my sweaty forehead. And before I get to break the embrace, he starts walking us toward the wall and pins me right against it, one hand holding my wrists above my head, and the other right between my legs.
“You were good,” he whispers in my ear as his soft touches already start sending me to another dimension.
“Maybe I could let you come this one time, one last orgasm before we start this torturous month.” And I know he would.
I know he would make it perfect and satisfying enough to keep me satiated for the rest of my life even, but I also know this man like the back of my hand, and he’s about to make a preposition that I know I will have to take.
I moan as he inserts a finger inside me, and his thumb starts circling my clit. “You could ask me to make you come now and end this torture or…”
He stops. He just abruptly stops and I can’t help but whine at the loss of him.
“Or what?” I spit out between pants, my chest moving frantically up and down.
I feel as if my ribcage is constricting around my lungs as I miss his weight on me.
As if I took too much of a quick breath and now I have no air left to keep me standing.
“Or you can continue being a good girl, and I could shorten the punishment by a week.”
My eyes widen at his proposition. This is too good to be true, but also an offer I absolutely can’t and won’t refuse.
Not when it means he’s coming around and breaking before me.
“I can be so good,” I start saying, positioning my arms around his neck.
“I don’t need to come,” I add as I breathe in his mouth, gently pulling his lower lip between my teeth.
“Exactly the answer I was hoping for.” His lips brush mine, sending shivers down my spine straight to my toes. “Now let me show you our future home.”
“If I like it.”
He smirks, resting his forehead on mine. Ice gray filling my entire view. “Only if you love it.”