Chapter 13 #2
“What is wrong with you, Gwendolyn? I came only one hour late. I informed my raven to bring you the information that I would pick you up as soon as I’m done with the issue.
When I reached my room, you weren’t there, so I came to search for you at the ball just to see you were already drunk and dancing with some stranger touching your ass. How do you want me to react to this?”
“I only danced because I was alone, and I didn’t even notice that they touched me,” she said, like it was an excuse for allowing someone else to indulge in her beauty.
“That’s because you danced with goblin men that are masters at hiding their real intentions, and the quantity of alcohol you drank could also contribute to the fact that you let other men touch what is mine,” I said, gripping her ass to make my statement clear.
“How was I supposed to know that these were goblins? They didn’t really look horrifying, they looked like mortals. None of these men resembled ugly green creatures, and no one I danced with was really outstanding. Except perhaps for the man with the golden mask,” she explained.
The man with the golden mask? Who was she talking about?
“They used Glamour my little demon to trick you into thinking you are dealing with your own kind. They use forbidden fruits or drinks to lure you into believing they are men. I told you not to trust anyone besides me. Why do you have to be so stubborn?”
Why was I actually the stubborn one, when she never responded to any of my questions, acting like she hated me, but at the same time I could smell her growing arousal when I touched her.
Her credulity and carelessness were the reason that this woman needed to be shielded from anything and anyone.
I was sick of it, that she made me think I was a monster, when all I wanted was to protect her.
“I want you to take off your dress, Gwendolyn,” I said.
Surprise took her.
“Why here?”
“Because I want you to see everything… I’m going to do to you and your sweet body. Absolutely everything.” My hands were already trembling, I became nervous, but I needed her to see what I saw, so she could finally understand what was bewitching me every single second of the day.
“Do you have an obsession with mirrors?” she asked, a smile crawling up her sweet face.
“I come from a very bad place, my love. My parents are both evil creatures. I want to look in the mirror every day and see if the darkness has taken control of me yet. That is the reason for the mirrors in my bedroom,” I stated openly.
The smile on her face fell, but I did not want her pity right now, I wanted her desire.
“But seeing your delicious bare body naked when I’ll fuck you on my bed is another reason. ”
Her eyes widened at my straightforwardness. “You wish, that will never happen.” Not the first lie that had come out of her pretty mouth.
“Take off your dress,” I commanded again. This time, I had left no room for discussion, I just wanted her delicious thighs wrapped around my shoulders.
“Have you seen the layers of this dress? I can’t do it,” she pointed out. Even though her dress was breathtaking, it stood in the way of what I yearned to savor.
I pressed her body against the cold wall to loosen her corset. Then I folded the pannier under her dress and slid it down her legs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, innocent like a novice.
I didn’t respond, my hands too busy taking off the hundreds of layers that were keeping me away from her bare skin. Then I gripped her hips, turning her around and bending her over on her knees, leaving her in her bodice and underwear.
“You are driving me crazy, my little demon. I’ll show you what kind of a man you make out of me…” In seconds I tore her slip apart, revealing her sweet pussy to me. Her reaction to seeing herself bare in the mirror was priceless. She used her hands to cover herself up, so I spanked her ass again.
“Never try to deny me the sight of what is mine,” I warned her.
Then my tongue encircled her clit, and she sucked in a shuddering breath. I began to plunge my tongue deeper into her folds. My nails scratched along her thighs, which were beginning to shake. It wasn’t enough for me and apparently also not for her as she grinded her hips into my mouth.
“Xavier,” she moaned. Those beautiful whispers from this little demon right now made me almost come myself.
I continued to suck her clit into my mouth, and her whole body began to tense up. I knew she was close. I lifted her higher up, so that her knees widened and gripped my arms around them to bring her closer again to my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good, my baby,” I said and continue to lap at her folds.
The sight of Gwendolyn in the mirror was so erotic that it took all of my willpower not to stroke my cock in front of her.
Then surprisingly, she tore herself away from my mouth, her legs quivering, a vicious growl escaping my lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I pulled her back to me. There was no way I was letting her go. “Put your hands on the mirror. They are only for support and not for getting away from me, is that clear?”
“I hate you,” she replied, her breaths unsteady and yet she shivered like a naughty little pet on my tongue.
I knew she lied, only meaning the hate for her pussy which was craving my attention more than anything else right now.
And the way she tried to hold back the sweet sounds, still denying the truth of how much her body wanted me.
I trailed my fingers along her ass, grazing my teeth against the soft skin until the edges of my canine teeth slowly sank into one of her cheeks.
“Oh, my god, Xavier.” Her moans were like fire, igniting a desperate need the vampire inside me couldn’t ignore anymore. She let out another low growl as I pulled her pussy even tighter against my mouth.
The blood dripped from her bare skin, and I licked it off in long strokes, her blood tasted sweeter than sugar.
Her velvet skin covered by my vampire marks, bloody and bruised for me.
I never truly embraced this vampire side of me, until her.
She and her blood were an aphrodisiac to my soul.
I was feeling myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming need to mark her as mine.
“Xavier,” she cried out again. My name on her sweet lips was like a sacred lullaby.
When she came on my tongue, it was the most delicious taste in the world.
I wanted nothing more right now than to fuck her to unconsciousness, but she was too tired, and I couldn’t have my way with her as I desired.
I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my chamber. Her body was limp, her eyes half-open.
“You left me at the ball all by myself, I did not even see you. Were you even considering dancing with me?” she asked, making a whiny pout. Her self-doubt was beginning to intensify due to the faerie wine, and I hated seeing her like this.
“I wanted my love, I’m sorry.” I caressed her beautiful face, pressing my forehead against hers, before I slowly took off her bodice and corset.
I draped a cotton nightgown over her skin—skin I could barely wait to mark again, to show her that she was mine.
The moment she will finally give in to me, I will fall to my knees and worship the ground she’s standing on.
“I’m not tired,” she protested as I tucked her into the bedsheets.
“You will be soon… the faerie wine has side effects,” I explained, pressing my nose against her cheek, inhaling her scent. “I’ll get you some water and tea, I will be back shortly.”
I could only hope that she would feel better soon, as I was not done with her yet. She was my demon, enchanting and seducing, all I ever wanted is that she received my soul in the same way I yearned for hers.