CHAPTER 7 #6
“Of course you do,” he said against her lips, palming her breasts. “Show me what you like. How do you make yourself fall apart when you’re alone and no one else is there to see?”
Trembling, she pushed his hand down the front of her pants.
She gasped when his fingers teased the wet slit at the juncture of her legs, gripping his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.
When he began to slowly circle her clit, her thighs started to shake so hard she thought she would pass out.
“I take it I’m not in immediate danger of any saucepan attacks at the moment?”
In answer, she bit his shoulder, then whimpered. “I’m so close. But I don’t know if I can come apart in front of you. And I’m so sorry I just bit you.”
“I’m a vampire. It’s not exactly a turnoff when your tiny human fangs nip at my shoulder.
” He bent to kiss her. “You can bite me again if you like. I’ll heal quickly enough, even if you bruise me a little.
” His fingers flicked her clit faster. “You’re very aroused.
I can hear how fast your heart is beating.
Your skin is flushed. You’ve been wet for hours, wanting this, wanting me to give you release.
I don’t believe you can’t come in front of me, not when you’ve been picturing my fingers and tongue and cock in your pussy while you get yourself off in this very room for who knows how many months. ”
She huffed, cheeks heating. “You’re very full of yourself, Your Highness.”
“And I just felt you get wetter.” He chuckled, a dark, hungry sound. “Good girl.”
His fingers circled her entrance. When she bit him again, he slowly slipped a finger inside her.
She inhaled shakily, and he kissed the vein at her throat.
“You’re very tight, Daniela. I can’t wait until the night you’re ready to take my cock inside you for the first time.
It’s going to feel amazing for both of us.
” His finger slowly withdrew, then pushed back inside her. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing her leggings down to give him better access.
“Yes, what?” There was the barest edge of command in his voice, and her clit gave an involuntary pulse.
“Yes, Your Highness.” She shivered, that dark, forbidden thing she knew she shouldn’t want rising unbidden to the surface. She felt Alex push a second finger inside her, felt something coiling deep in her hips, ready to snap. She was breathing hard, so close to losing control.
“You know I like it when you call me Alex,” he murmured against the column of her throat, fingers pushing into her rougher every second.
“But you can call me that when you’re about to fall apart in my arms. When you’re so close to losing control, you want to bite my neck, too. Just like you are right now.”
“I have to come,” she whispered into his neck. “I’m so close. And I’m scared I won’t be able to keep quiet when I do.”
Alex kissed the vein in her throat. “Tell me, when you used to muffle your cries in this pillow and touch yourself at night in the dark, did you picture me while you did it?”
Her cheeks grew warm, and she knew he felt her tighten around his fingers from the way they began to pump faster.
“Yes,” she said, a bit shakily. “Sometimes when I would go to see you at the center, it would be so bad, that for the next week, I would have to stay up late at night touching myself. I just couldn’t find relief, no matter how many times I quietly made myself come while playing out fantasies of us in my head. ”
He growled, thumb skating fast circles around her aching nub. She whimpered, and bit his shoulder again. Close. She was so close.
“Gods, Daniela. You have no idea what hearing that does to me. I need you again already just from smelling your scent and your kisses and feeling the hot silk of your sex while you clench my fingers.”
The coiling pressure building in her hips tightened until she was sure she couldn’t stand it for another second. She gasped as her release came without warning. Alexander sank his teeth into her throat the second she whimpered his name.
Where the first two times he’d taken from her vein had been about the need for nourishment, this time was darker, rougher. There was no denying Alex’s sudden burst of possessiveness in the way his arms caged her in, or his craving to claim her as his while she fell apart in his arms.
“Yes,” she whispered, clawing at his shoulders, and clenching harder around his fingers. “Alexander, yes.”
He took from her in long sucks, her nub pulsing in tight, aching waves, until at last, she collapsed back against the bed, thoroughly wrung out.
The room went hazy and dim. She was vaguely aware of Alex’s lips kissing her throat, then of the touch of a warm washcloth as he gently cleaned her.
The next thing she knew, she was back in her tank and panties.
Alexander was sliding beneath the covers behind her, his arm draped protectively across her middle, their bodies spooned.
“Sleep, Daniela,” he murmured into her neck, just before consciousness claimed her. “You’re mine until morning.”