A ripple of pleasure coursed through William’s body as the taste of my blood first hit him. “Thank you,” he groaned loudly, and began to thrust wantonly as his mouth claimed its ultimate prize.
I was amazed at his speed, which he was showing in front of me for the first time. His head bobbed back and forth, consuming every last molecule of blood that had run from my breasts to my navel. He was thorough in every way. Once the little trail was clear, he buried his head in my cleavage and sucked on the small wound.
The thrusting sped up, and I knotted my hands in his hair as I bucked with him wildly. We were both in a frenzy, beyond cognition. He was caressing me from the inside out. I felt the blood being siphoned between the two of us, feeding our mutual lust.
But the sight that made me orgasm explosively was when he sat up, sated, and licked his red lips greedily.
“God, William,” I moaned. For a moment, they were one and the same. God and William. Dark deity of blood and sex.
He smiled, eyes strangely tranquil, and gripped me hard as he came along with me.
I clung to his sleek body and rode out the waves of pleasure. My heartbeat slowly returned to normal, but the smile was permanently fixed on my face. That was far too good.
Moments later, I was still sprawled in his lap, collapsed against his hard chest. I told him he could get up from the dungeon chair, and that his punishment was over. He sat up and carried me to my bed.
“May I grab something in the kitchen, Mistress? I need to make sure you’re not woozy when you get up. You lost a little blood,” he said coyly.
I nodded, still unable to form words.
He returned, still naked, with a plate of fruit along with a glass of milk.
Seriously, did I have the best life ever or what?
I was panting, but pretty hungry. Before I could make a motion to grab a morsel of food, William picked a grape and fed it to me. I savored the momentary touch of his fingers against my lips.
He fed me slowly, lovingly, and occasionally ran his hands through my hair as I chewed. We never broke eye contact.
“This should hold you until dinner,” he said softly. “I’ll go make it for you now.” He moved to get up, but I grabbed his bicep and pulled him closer.
“Stay,” I said.
He smiled. “You fed me something more delicious than I could imagine, Mistress,” he said, “so it’s only fair I prepare something equally enticing for you.”
I didn’t let go of his arm. “You’re enticing,” I said, pulling him back down. “You can make me something yummy for breakfast instead,” I suggested, knowing full well what that implied.
His eyebrows flicked upward, questioning me.
“Stay,” I whispered again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cerise
“I think we went through your entire toy box last night,” William chuckled while stirring the blueberry waffle batter.
I took a long, satisfying swig of my fresh-squeezed orange juice and looked at him levelly. “And broke seventy-five percent of my apparatuses,” I joked sternly. “I’m going to need to know about all the ins and outs of this vampire stuff if I want to keep my collection intact.”
He spun and refilled my glass. “I’ve already placed a replacement order online. Should be arriving by this afternoon,” he said perfunctorily. Always timely and practical, this one. “And I’ll tell you everything you need to know about my kind. Just . . . not all at once, if you don’t mind.”