Page 33 of Craving Her Vampire

“Yes. I knew he would never find it unless he killed me.”

I hiss at the thought of her death. “It’s a brilliant idea,” I mumble. It is difficult to see; the tattoos camouflage it. Her skin is raised but not drastically. “I am so proud of you.” I move to her other leg, tracing the intricate designs.

“Really?” she asks, her eyes wide when I look at her.

“You went to great lengths to protect someone you love,” I say with awe. “You claim to be weak, but you’re wrong. That act alone shows me how loyal and strong you are.” I glide up the inside of her thigh. “I have met many people over my life, and the sad fact is there aren’t many who are loyal. There is a reason I only have the people here in my life.” I cup her hips, pull her closer, and run my nose over her thigh. She’s distracting me with her soft skin and the smell of her heat and blood. I have had to rely on my control since she willingly gave me permission to drink from her. It has enhanced my power even more. “Fuck, you were sexy before.” I lick the edge of her panties. “Now, knowing your story, I want you more.”

“Micah,” she whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“I fear my dominance and my need will scare you.” I snag my fang through the lace covering her, sliding them down slightly so I can lick her skin.

“I…” She sucks in a breath when I lick above her pussy. “I have a hard limit.”

“Tell me,” I demand, and suck her skin.

“You can’t tie me up,” she groans. “I can never be tied up again.”

“I will never do anything you don’t want or anything that scares you.” I follow the curve of her stomach, from hip to hip, with my tongue. “I don’t need cuffs or chains to keep you where I want you,” I whisper against her skin.

“You don’t?” she asks faintly, her nails digging into my skin.

“No.” I cup the back of her thighs briefly before cupping her ass, bringing her closer. I lightly bite her hip before hovering over the fabric, hiding her pussy from me. I take a deep breath and then lick.

“Daddy,” she groans.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I order, and she follows the directions beautifully. “Good, pet.” I suck the lace in my mouth along with her clit.

“Please,” she begs. I pull away.

“I will always respect your limits. Pick a word that will stop everything if you are uncomfortable or afraid.”

“Uh…” She shakes her head.

“The first thing that comes to mind,” I say quickly.

“Chains.”

“Good. If you say that word, whatever I am doing will end. We can talk about it. I will never be mad. I will never downplay your reaction. I want to give you everything you need; if you aren’t comfortable, it’s not what you need. You can also say stop, and I will never ignore it. Your submission in any way is a gift I will never take for granted or advantage of.” I lean back more but continue to learn her body with my hands. “I like control. I love it when you call me Daddy. When you crawled to me, I almost came in my pants, so feel free to do that at any time. I may ask you to do it. I want to use toys on you that we can buy together. I like to be obeyed; it gets me hard. I really enjoy bringing you to the edge over and over again.” I feather my fingers over her panties. “I want you begging for my touch and chasing the pleasure only I can give you.” I slip my finger underneath her panties, finding her soaked and swollen. “Fuck, I want to eat you.”

“Yes,” she rasps.

I smile. “Do you need to come?”

“Please, Daddy.”

“I love how you beg, pet,” I hum. The lovely moment is ruined when my doorbell rings. “Fucking asshole,” I snarl.

“What?” Daisy’s blurry eyes focus on my face when I pull my hands away. “No, no, no,” she protests.

“Go away, asshole,” I say, knowing the prick can hear me.

“Who is it?” she asks.

“An unwanted guest,” I sneer. “Love, get dressed. Lower your arms,” I order, and she drops them, frowning.

“See, I don’t need restraints.” I smirk when she glares.

“Do not come down until fully covered,” I say sternly.

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