Page 6 of Princess Avenged

Grabbing a stake from my holster, I drive it into Diederik’s chest, purposefully missing his heart by a quarter inch.

“You missed.” He grins.

Reaching over his body, I drive the one from my pocket through his back, this time hitting my mark.

Diederik’s eyes widen. He falls back. “No! What?”

Before my eyes, Diederik’s form shifts into Rasputin’s—transforming from a strong, blond vampire into an old man with crazy hair and a ragged beard.

Rasputin falls onto the rooftop.

In seconds, his body ages and decomposes, turning to ash.

Chapter

Four

Flame

“More. Harder.” Ana cries out as I thrust into her from behind. “Make it rougher. Please.”

I’m already penetrating her harder and faster than feels safe to me. I’m giving her far more than I want to and wish I could see her face to be certain that she’s okay. But who am I kidding.

She’s not okay. I’m not okay. Neither of us will ever be okay again.

Her tight pussy squeezes around me like it’s greedy for my dick, but I can barely process the physical pleasure. It can’t penetrate the intense pain in my mind and my heart.

Bent over the back of a chaise, Ana turns her head to look at me. “I need…I need…something more.”

“What darling?” Tugging back hard on her hips, I drive into her so deeply it’s like I’m slamming a wall inside her.

“I need to feel…more.”

I sure fucking feel each of my drives, and I can tell she does too. Now that she’s looking over her shoulder, I can witness each of my impacts reflected in her expression, and I hear each drive echoed in her short fast exhales that push through her pink lips each time I hit home.

“This is all I’ve got.” My voice is tight, my body consumed by my physical actions. So far, this sex hasn’t erased my pain either, and I’m desperate to give her whatever she needs to blur her loss, to make us both forget that Phil is gone.

I’ve never seen Phil fuck her but can only imagine how his massive cock stretched her. I’m not small but wish I could mimic his size for her now. Glancing around the room, I search for something that might help.

“Burn me.” Looking back over her shoulder, Ana’s gaze is blazing. “Set me on fire. I know you enjoy that.”

Heat rages through me, incinerating the question of how she knows about this passion of mine. My lust for fire play during sex disappeared after meeting Ana, but it surges inside me now.

“Wait here.” Pulling out of her, I leap toward the fireplace to gather a few candles, some wooden matches, and a long lighter. Glancing toward the bar, I consider using alcohol, but what I’ve collected should be a good start. We don’t even know if she’ll like this. Considering that, I rush to the bar and grab a bucket of ice cubes.

Ana shifted, while I was gathering supplies. She’s bent over, straddling the chaise, her legs stretched wide, her toes balanced on the floor on either side of it. Her face and upper body are pressed against the upholstery, and her ass, so round and perfect juts up into the air.

Fires rage inside me as I remember turning that ass bright red, back when things were so new between us. Before I felt much for her beyond lust.

Lust that once again blinds me.

Moving quickly, I light two pillar candles, setting them on the floor to let the wax melt, and I’m suddenly consumed with pinking Ana’s skin in any way that I can.

“Hurry,” she cries out. Her body twists and squirms, beyond restless. If I’m going to use fire, it’s best if I’m in full control of her movements, so I can limit the damage. As a vampire, she’ll heal, but I don’t want to go too far, and certainly don’t want to see her beautiful long hair go up in flames.

Grabbing her hips, I drag her to the end of the chaise and quickly bind her ankles to its legs, using our discarded clothing as ties. Then I secure her arms under the chaise, so she’s hugging the furniture, unable to lift her upper body from it. But her ass is too low to the ground.

Seeing a large storage trunk, I position it close to the fireplace. Then I lift the chaise with her still on it, and I sit its back legs down on the trunk. Her pelvis falls against the edge of the chaise, her exposed sex at a more-easily fuckable distance from the ground.

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