Seduce(42)

Very bad things.

His heart thumped against his breastbone, a heavy primal beat that had his blood pumping and carnal hunger creeping into his veins.

Sera wriggled on the bed and tugged at the restraints. Her little show almost did him in. He knew it was designed to reveal her vulnerability, to entice him, and by the Devil it worked.

He swooped on her mouth, covering her body with half of his, laying on her at an angle as he thrust his tongue past the barrier of her lips and claimed dominance over her. She instantly arched into the kiss, body hot against his, her nipples hard points pressing into his chest. Her moan set him aflame, slicing away a fraction of his control, filling his head with thoughts of keeping her tied to his bed forever.

He didn’t want to let her go.

This beautiful temptress, this wicked goddess, was his now and his alone. He wouldn’t hurt her and he wouldn’t allow her to hurt him.

His fingers tightened in her long blonde hair, dragging her head back and opening her mouth to him. She gasped and flinched but it didn’t stop him. She was his. If she ever hurt him, he would...

Antoine pulled back and stared down at her. She lay beneath him, head held by his fierce grip on her hair, her deep green eyes wide.

Yet she felt no fear.

Only desire laced her blood.

He would never hurt her.

He loosened his grip, breathing hard and fighting for control. It didn’t matter whether she hurt him. He would keep his promise. He would not force her to remain with him or seek vengeance.

“Antoine?” she whispered breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

Antoine smoothed his hand over her cheek and stared into her eyes. He would never stop. If she let him, he would do this forever, even though part of him feared that forever would be taken from him once again. He didn’t think he could survive if Sera did such a thing to him. His brother had given him a reason to live last time, but if Sera left him, even Snow wouldn’t be reason enough for him to remain.

“You look sad,” she said and he shook his head. Grim, perhaps. Or afraid. But not sad. He could never be sad when he was looking at her. She had given him happiness the likes of which he had never experienced before.

These past few days with her had been Heaven.

“Kiss me, Antoine... make love to me.”

That, he could most certainly do. He would never tire of pleasuring her because she gave him so much in return. Just seeing the pleasure painted across her beautiful face, the bliss he gave to her, was enough to satisfy him. When she touched him, placed her mouth on him or took him into her body and held onto him, it was nothing short of ecstasy.

He lowered his mouth and gently claimed her lips this time, a slow kiss intended to show her just how tender he could be with her. The bloodlust might lurk within him, commanding him to unleash his dark passions and take what he wanted from her, but he would never succumb to it. He would fight it for her.

Sera moaned and tangled her tongue with his, running the tip along the length and then curling it over the backs of his canines. He growled and deepened the kiss, seeking more contact between them. His tongue swept over her teeth and his growl became a groan. Her fangs were out. His own canines lengthened in response and his eyes switched, his desire to taste her rearing up in his head again, driving him on.

Antoine broke away from her mouth and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking one nipple whilst he teased the other between his index finger and thumb, rolling the rosy bud with increasing hardness until Sera moaned. He pinched her nipple and she arched into him, her groan loud in the expansive room. He didn’t care if anyone heard them. They were already talking about him and Sera. They might as well hear the truth of it.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and lightly bit. The taste of blood spread through his mouth and saliva pooled, his hunger for her rising. He sucked on the small scratch where his fangs had caught her, his body tightening with each breathy moan she loosed and each tiny molecule of blood he took.

She trusted him.

He had never doubted that.

But he didn’t trust himself.

He kissed down from her breasts, running his hands over her soft supple flesh, devouring her stomach with wet open-mouthed kisses that had her moaning and writhing. Antoine looked up at her as he kissed and licked her, needing to see her restrained and using the sight of her bound and at his mercy to heighten everything he was feeling.

Sera tipped her head back and groaned. His eyes fixed on the tight cords of her neck. He stared at them and licked her stomach, sucked it until she gasped and he smelt the blood breaking beneath the surface of her skin.

“Antoine,” she moaned and raised her hips, forcing her stomach up to his mouth.

He dragged his lips away from her and gently kissed the black welt just a few inches above her hip. A love bite. How very human of him. He could give her a better love bite than that.