Maybe the drugs were still going strong in my bloodstream, because sweat was pooling between my legs, as well as the back of my neck. My hips had begun to rock with need, and as his hands slid further up until he held my thighs apart, his mouth hovered over the one place I craved him most.
“You want me to kiss you here?” he rasped as his tongue slid over my wet heat. I cried out with need, and made other inhuman noises. “Fuck, you taste better than the last time I kissed you here.”
I was shocked that he’d kissed me there again, for all of about two seconds before it was replaced with need. Addy once told me men didn’t normally go down there with eagerness, yet he went straight for it. My hands held the rope as he controlled my legs, which tried to trap his head in place the moment that hot, seductive tongue had touched my flesh.
“Open your legs, now,” his voice was stern and held an air of authority. I immediately obeyed him, but it wasn’t because he had control. At least that’s what I told myself. “Look at yourself,” he continued. “Look at how wet that sweet pussy is from just one lick,” he said, as he indicated just how wet he’d made me. “I’m going to make you come, and I want you to watch me do it,” he said as he moved to place pillows behind my head.
I braced for the part which would hurt, and embraced it. Only he had no plans of penetrating me. Yet. He sat between my legs and stroked his cock slowly; the silken skin had swollen, leaving a monster of a cock in its place. I’d watched R-rated movies, and yes, even some XXX-rated ones, and I was pretty sure I could make the educated guess that they seriously didn’t make men like him anymore. I’d now seen it a few times, and was pretty sure I hadn’t imagined its magnitude.
“You were made for it,” he said guessing where my thoughts had gone to. “You’ll take it all and more if I tell you to.”
“That thing isn’t normal,” I whispered.
“Says the twenty-one year old virgin?” he smiled.
“Are you going to do it?” I asked unsure of how he planned to make me come, and if he’d be inside of me for it. I just knew there was a serious pressure in the lower part of my body and I felt like a needy bitch. I wanted him to make it happen again, and by happen, I meant right freaking now.
“It’s not going to be fast, Emma, I told you that. I’m going to need to prepare you for me, and that’s going to take time…which I plan to enjoy. Have you ever sucked a cock?”
I blinked. “Virgin?”
“Fuck, this is going to be so much fun. I’m going to enjoy this far more than I thought I would. I think this may actually take days to do properly,” he said with a devilish grin on his face.
I had a feeling by the time I left him tomorrow, I’d be hardly able to walk. He reached up and pinched one nipple and then the other, his eyes never leaving mine. His other hand pushed against my pubic bone with just enough pressure that heat flared in my core.
“You know one of the good things about being a vampire, Emma?”
“What?”
He focused intently on what he was doing to me, “I can hear your heart speed up when you’re afraid, or when you like something. For example, you like it. You get turned on waiting for it to turn from pain to pleasure,” he whispered as he bit his lower lip seductively.
“Pain is not a good thing,” I whispered.
He smiled. “No?” he asked as his hands left my body and he lifted both of my legs up. My ass was fully exposed. I felt a bead of trepidation as his hand slapped my flesh sharply.
I cried out, and yes, for all of ten seconds I wanted to slap him for doing this to me as I had the first time. Only, I felt my heart beat faster with anticipation for the pleasure it would bring. The next one burned my flesh, and yet my pussy grew wetter as it had the first time he’d done this. The next one was harder, but no longer painful. The sound of his hand as it smacked my flesh burned my ears but his hand against my flesh was pleasurable. I’d surely have a red ass in the morning, but the moment his hand massaged it, I moaned with pleasure. He pulled his hand away and slapped it harder, this time he allowed his hand to slap between my legs with the perfect weight behind it.
“Fucking hell, you’re a natural at this, sweet girl,” he said with a heavy accent this time. He released one leg and his fingers slid over my very wet opening. “You’re already wet enough to fuck.”
I pushed myself against his fingers, but he removed the hand. He leaned over me and smiled as his mouth claimed mine in a kiss of total domination. When he pulled away, he smiled, but the darkness was back.
“Who is in control?” he asked.
“You are,” I replied.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Everything,” I answered, surprising even myself.
“You don’t know what you are asking for, but I damn well plan to show you.”
His head lowered to my breast, where his fangs scraped across the skin painfully. I watched him as he lifted those sea green eyes to mine and bit into the soft tissue of my left breast. Pleasure erupted from deep inside of me, shaking my entire world, and spinning it from its axis. I moaned as he took the first pull, and then another. It was over as quick as it had started. He flicked one nipple, which was as hard as a pebble, and then the other.
“Good girl,” he said as he moved from the bed and placed a full size standing mirror at the end of the bed so I could see myself and him when he rejoined me. His smile was devastating as he watched my reaction to my own nakedness. “That’s what you look like to me, Emma, absolutely perfect. Do you see how much I want you? And why I want you?”
I looked as if I’d been replaced with some sultry pinup girl. My nipples were bright pink from where he’d flicked them. My core was exposed to his greedy eyes, and even from where I lay, I could see the slick mess he’d created. My hair was a mess, but it looked as if I’d planned it right down to the last strand. My lips were swollen, as if I’d spent the last hour doing nothing but kissing him.
I tore my eyes from myself as he rejoined me on the bed. He was hard, and ready. But he didn’t use it yet. Instead, he smiled as one hand parted my core and the other inserted one finger, and then another. “So fucking slippery with need; can you see how wet you are? Can you hear it? Hear the sound it makes as I fuck it, and fill it with my fingers? You’ll take more, and you’ll beg for it, Emma. By tomorrow this sweet flesh is going to be swollen and sore from me fucking it. You’ll remember it for days, and then right when your sweet pussy starts to recover, I’ll fuck it again, only harder.”
“Mmm, yes,” I murmured around moans. He inserted another finger, and then his thumb slid over my clit and I twisted in his hold.
“Part your legs, now,” he growled and I tried my best to do as he asked. The noise of his fingers as they entered and parted my flesh eventually took over. “Fuck them,” he encouraged, and then smiled. “Like this,” he instructed as he pushed them inside, only to use his other hand as he slid it beneath my ass and lifted and then lowered at a steady pace. “Like that, now don’t take your eyes from mine. I want to see you as this pussy clenches against my fingers, and your sweet juices building to take more. Feel the way it’s sucking against them as it begs for more?” he stopped the hand which remained under my ass, as he inserted another finger until it was painfully full. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Jaeden,” I whimpered as I felt the growing tension coil in my belly.
“Let it go, and come for me, Emma, come hard.”
I shattered. My body felt boneless as blackness filled my mind. Stars erupted as my body continued rocking, even though his hand had stopped moving. I tried to keep my eyes locked with his, but I couldn’t see anything. I was still in that euphoric state when I felt him move between my legs.
I moaned as I felt him nudge my legs further apart. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he growled before he pushed his cock inside of me.
There was pain. So much pain that I cried out as my body pushed away from his where he was tearing me apart from the inside. He groaned as I screamed, my nails cut through the soft tissue in the palm of my hand. “We don’t fucking fit! Get that damn thing out of me!” I wailed.
“Emma, stop moving,” he replied gutturally. “There’s a lot of blood.”
“Odin, Mercy, Fucking, Glory! Holy Satan’s golden dick, that shit hurts!” I babbled as I tried to get away from that thing.
He laughed. He fucking laughed! His grip had tightened so I couldn’t move away from him. I tried to stop the need I felt to get him out of me. I could smell my own blood, and when I looked up at him, it was to find his eyes glowing red and his fangs dangerously long. No wonder he’d sounded all guttural and shit. I was fucking Dracula! It put an entirely different spin on Vlad the Impaler!
He pulled out a fraction and moved it back inside. Tears trailed down my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine as he reached up and tore the ropes that held my hands in place easily. His hands captured mine, as he gathered my wrist in one of his large hands, brought them down against my stomach. His other hand lifted one leg, and then the other, until they both rested on his shoulders. He pulled out and began moving slowly.