Chapter 14 #2
“You’re dripping for me,” I growl, my cock hardening as her desire drifts into the air, her musky scent flooding my senses. She stifles a moan, and I pinch her clit. “Don’t do that. Don’t be quiet. I want to hear you moan whilst I fuck your pussy with my fingers.”
“But someone might hear.”
My teeth nibble her lobe, tugging gently as I swirl my fingers around her nub. “They’re too busy having fun, and even if they do happen to hear, they can’t get in here. The door’s locked, remember?”
“Dorian, this is—”
“What you want. Let me make you come.”
“But—”
“You told me that you’ve always yearned for more than vanilla sex, that you want to feel worshipped, that you want to feel unadulterated lust. I am here as your servant, Edie. So let me worship you.”
A beat passes. A moment of indecision. Then she rocks her hips, seeking the pleasure I know she’s desperate for.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, melting against me.
All attempts to end this moment drift away as she allows her body to feel, chasing the pleasure she’s been denied by her bastard ex and the men before him. To know this beautiful, sexual creature has never experienced pleasure by another’s hand is both aggravating and a fucking relief.
“That’s it, Edie. Take what I give you,” I say, tracing my lips and tongue against her neck. Licking, kissing and lapping at her flesh, giving her a taste of what’s to come.
She moans, my cock hardening with every rock of her hips, and every stroke of my finger against her clit.
With my other hand, I reach for her breast, cupping it, twisting her nipple between my finger and thumb.
She shudders, gasping as I continue to play with her nub, alternating between gentle circles and soft flicks until she’s bucking against my hand.
“You’re exquisite,” I praise, my hand releasing her breast, lowering to her stomach, and the softness of her flesh. I take a handful, groaning against her. “You’re so soft, so fucking perfect.”
“I’m not—”
“You are perfect,” I insist, an edge of anger in my voice as my teeth latch onto her neck, my cock leaking pre-cum.
She doesn’t see her own beauty. She’s been made to feel less desirable than the women her ex fucked, and I can’t have that.
I won’t. “You are everything I want. No one has captured my attention like you have. Believe me when I say, I’m holding onto the last threads of my restraint, and they are fraying fast. So you need to come, Edie. You need to come very fucking soon.”
My fingers glide lower, slipping through her folds until I find the entrance of her pussy. Pushing two digits inside of her, I use the heel of my hand to stimulate her clit whilst finger-fucking her.
Edie’s head drops back against my shoulder. “How are you…” she gasps, rocking against my hand.
“So good at this?” I finish for her. “Years of practice, Edie.”
“I don’t want to know about your past lovers, Dorian,” she snaps.
Yet, despite her anger, she doesn’t put space between us. No, she twists her head to the side and slides her lips against my jaw, her teeth scraping against my skin. There she is, my Little Vixen. I love drawing this side of her out, love seeing her break through her self-imposed restraint.
“Noted.”
“Just make me come,” she demands, and I grin before removing my hand from her knickers and hauling her hips backward.
“What are you doing?” she asks, frustration bleeding through her words.
“Put your hands on the wall. Lean forward. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
“Dorian… I’m not…” She inhales shakily, blowing out a soft breath. “Despite what I said at dinner, I’m not ready to have sex just yet. I… I need… time.”
“I’m not here to fuck you, Edie. We’ll build up to that. But I am here to make you come. So put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs.”
She shifts in the darkness, her body blazing like a flame, and all I want is for her to burn so fiercely she becomes the sun I haven’t laid eyes on in centuries.
“Just perfect,” I praise, dropping to my knees behind her and flipping her skirt over her arse before biting the glowing fleshy globe.
A mumbled curse slips past her lips, and I tut. “Now, now, Edie. Let’s not forget your manners,” I tease.
“That hurt. Kiss it better,” she demands, her voice lowering an octave. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume she was a vampire attempting to glamour me.
“Gladly,” I reply, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the bitemark.
My palm smoothes over her other cheek before squeezing gently. It’s a soothing touch, belying my need to redden her skin there, to show her how pain can be pleasurable. Tonight I need to ease her in gently. She’s not ready for that. Yet.
“Good boy,” she mutters, and I can hear the smile in her voice. Her subtle display of dominance turns me on, but just like I will be tender with her and restrain my need to redden her skin, tonight she will submit to me.
Sliding her knickers down her legs, I graze my fingers over her ankle.
“Lift your foot for me,” I say, helping her to step out of one side, then the other before pocketing them.
Then I sit back on my haunches, utterly captivated by the heat of her pussy that blooms like a tropical flower in layers of colour from a white-hot core that melts into a lush, vibrant red. “Look at you,” I mutter.
“How can you possibly see—”
Her question is cut short as I grab her arse, spread her cheeks, then bury my face between her legs, inhaling her scent. For a brief moment my darkness unfurls, sensing easy prey, but I ignore it, swiping my tongue from her clit to her hole.
“Dorian,” she cries as I repeat the action over and over again. When she starts to whimper, her pussy slick and weeping, I slide two fingers inside of her, finding that soft, spongy bundle of nerves. Stroking her, licking her, slaking my thirst, I gorge myself on her pussy.
I don’t stop my relentless attack on her flesh.
I want to make her come so hard that every time she slips her hand between her legs it’s my hands she wishes were bringing her to orgasm. I want her to yearn for me, for my touch, for my kisses, for my tongue and, eventually, my cock. I want her as desperate for me as I am for her.
“I’m going to… I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and just as her internal muscles tighten, I slip my tongue to her pleated hole, tasting her there.
Her scream echoes around the room, her core contracting as she comes, the bloom between her legs blazing in the dark.
Fuck, she’s a work of art. She’s the bright, white light that cuts through the darkness, that heats my fucking skin and reminds me of what it feels like to bask in the sun, to be human.
A shudder rips through me, but I have no time to analyse the sudden warmth blooming in my chest because her knees give way. Standing, I haul her back against me and press her into the wall once more.
“Are you okay?” I ask, nuzzling her neck, drawing in her scent that takes me back to the shores of Grayhaven. My home.
“That was… That was incredible.”
“It’s a gift,” I joke.
She lets out a soft laugh, and I give her a moment to settle before gently turning her in my arms.
“Do I get a gold star?”
“Oh, believe me, you’re top of the class.”
Grinning, I kiss her and she melts against me, whimpering as she slides her tongue between my lips, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue. When she grabs my arse and rocks against my erection, I groan. As much as I want to fuck her, to connect my body with hers, I refrain.
Edie’s hands roam over my back, sliding up my arms before she cups my face. “Dorian,” she mutters against my lips, and I reluctantly draw back.
“Yes?”
“I’ve never…” she chuckles softly, resting her forehead against mine. Her soft breaths float over my skin, and the air between us seems to shift with her restlessness.
“You’ve never, what?” I ask, brushing my lips against hers.
“I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’ve never let myself trust someone so completely. You have this uncanny ability to slip beneath my defences, and I’m terrified you might…”
She leans her head back against the wall and sighs.
“That I might what?”
“That you might find your way into my heart. I can’t let you do that, Dorian. I won’t let another man hurt me again. This thing between us can only ever be about sex and pleasure. Please say you understand.”
“Edie,” I start, this strange feeling of warmth spreading through my chest. I don’t recognise it, and I sure as fuck don’t understand why my skin feels so tight and prickles of pain erupt beneath it.
What the fuck is that?
Before I can even figure out what’s happening, a cheer erupts from the next room, distracting me.
“I should go before they realise I’m missing,” Edie says.
“Your number. Give it to me.”
“Are you going to sext me?” she asks, reeling it off quickly.
“Perhaps.” I flash a wicked grin, fingers curling around the back of her neck as I kiss her with hungry urgency. Then I take her hand, guide her to the door, and unlock it. A thin ribbon of muted light slices through the darkness from the other room. “Go. I’ll reach out to you soon.”
She nods once, slipping through the door.
As soon as she’s gone, I shut the door quietly, leaning against it.
“Fuck,” I hiss, darkness tearing through my control as my fangs descend, snuffing out the fleeting warmth that had dared to spark inside me.
I need to feed.
If I don’t leave now, I might just chase Edie into the other room and let my monster gorge on her blood.