He sinks the dildo deeper and I moan at the pressure. Now that he has me stretched for him, he chooses a slow rhythm with the toy, fucking my ass with it and the naughtiness of it has my belly soaring.

Letting my hair go, Bran unzips himself and though he’s a vampire, and cold most of the time, I immediately sense the throbbing heat of his cock near my pussy.

I’m blazing with need, every nerve firing for more.

When he lines himself up, I sink back on my knees, risking another smack for getting impatient.

But he doesn’t punish me this time.

Instead he gives me exactly what I want.

I’m so slick with desire, he slips in with no resistance, and with both him and the dildo inside of me, he matches the pace, fucking me in both holes.

I’ve never been so filled up.

It’s the dirtiest, sluttiest thing I’ve ever done and giddy heat builds in my chest and in my belly, sending butterflies through every hollow of my body.

“Who do you belong to, little mouse?” he says, fucking me harder, faster, pounding into me.

“You.”

“Say it again.”

“I belong to Bran Duval and no one else.”

“That’s my good girl.”

His pace is relentless now, as if the frenzy of our fucking is the only way to drive home the point—I am his, and only his.

He reaches around me, caressing my clit, and a shockwave of pleasure pours through me.

I arch into him, starving for an orgasm from him.

“Come for me,” he finally orders. “Let me hear your pleasure as I fill you up in both holes.”

My swollen clit needs only the barest of touches before I’m sailing over the edge.

“Oh god,” I scream out, my body jolting as the pleasure pounds through me melting away the tension of war and blood and carnage.

Bran fucks me harder and faster, grunting with his own pleasure as he keeps the dildo in my ass.

He slams into me, growling loudly as he fills up my pussy with his cum and before he’s finished spilling his load, he slips out of me, coming all over my ass and the hot pink toy.

“I like seeing your ass glistening with my cum,” he says. “And now it’ll be dripping from both holes.”

I shiver beneath his words.

I like it too, if I’m honest.

I take in several deep breaths, letting the last of the pleasure fade out.

We disentangle and I turn around, collapsing into the crook of the couch. Bran takes the far cushion, pulling my legs over his lap.

“I missed you,” he says.

“You already said that,” I point out.

“I don’t miss many things.” He takes my bare foot in hand and kneads at the soft flesh of my arch. A new, different kind of pleasure washes through me and another groan comes out of my throat.