Page 47 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

“No need to feel embarrassed,” he said, pulling her flush with his chest and pressing his lips to her ear. “I hope you think of me anytime you pleasure yourself.”

The whispered words prickled the hair on her scalp, sending a shiver up her spine. Renatus kissed her neck, right under her ear, before inhaling deeply, as if taking in her scent. Every muscle in Vita’s body tensed as he continued kissing her, fangs extending with a snap and scratching at her tender flesh.

She whimpered involuntarily, the electric jolts of pleasure overwhelming any shame. He licked a long line up her neck, then cupped her cheek with a palm, pressing his lips to hers. A hand tangled in her mussed hair as his tongue flicked across her mouth, a low growl rumbling from his throat. She ran her palms up his lithe chest, linking her fingers behind his neck as they kissed. His erection pressed against her, her core clenching with need.

“Do you want me, darling?” Renatus whispered as he leaned back, looking down at her.

As if he didn’t know the answer.

Vita pulled him in, smashing their lips together once more, perhaps a bit too eager, but he just chuckled into her mouth. His hands were at her waist, gently pushing her backwards until she met the hard stone wall. Cool to the touch from the open windows, though she hardly noticed as he grasped her dress, pulling it up so the silk dragged deliciously across her bare skin.

She whimpered again as his tongue brushed across her lips and she opened her mouth, needing more of him. He was more tender than she’d expected, their tongues intertwining as gently as the breeze fluttering over their bodies.

He was holding back, the affection too sweet, too soft for what she wanted.

What she craved.

She grasped his shirt, pulling him closer so she could feel his erection once more. Arousal warmed her body, any chill from the night long departed.

A hand slipped under her dress, slender fingers brushing across her covered entrance as their tongues danced, the flames growing out of control like a wildfire. She bucked against him, and he let out a laugh as he pulled away.

“What a good girl you are, Vita. Such a good little pet. You’d make a beautiful thrall.”

The words simultaneously scared and aroused her, the thought of serving the High Consul sending tremors through her body. He smiled as he teased the supple skin of her inner thigh, the ache of arousal utterly overwhelming.

Vita couldn’t help herself, letting out a low moan and rolling her hips towards him, needing more, needing him inside of her. Renatus slipped his hand past her undergarments, stroking over her slick entrance.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing her neck. “Oh, Vita, such a needy girl. What would you do for my touch?”

A single digit slipped into her and she gasped from the strange, chilled sensation before he withdrew it.

“Would you be my thrall? Would you obey me, serve me?”

His voice enveloped her like a shroud and all she could manage was a moan as he brushed over her again, squirming against his too gentle touch.

Why were his words so enticing?

Renatus let out a pleased hum as he pushed his finger in once more, curling it perfectly to hit her tender spot. Vita moaned in earnest, trying to buck her hips forward though he held her firmly against the wall.

“Would you do as I say without question?”

Another finger penetrated her, its touch as icy as the Detonalia snow. The words washed over the small space, filling her with wicked want, torturous desire.

“Would you bind yourself to me?”

He pulled back, examining her as she writhed under his control, his expression serious. Even through her haze of lust, she saw something behind those glimmering eyes.

“Your obedience to me would be your entire existence. Your desperate need to serve your only desire.”

Vita cried out, the tension coiling in her stomach as she rocked against him, letting the stone wall support her. His thumb vibrated on her clit as he fucked her with frigid fingers, letting his words sit in the air like a hazy fog.

“Please…” she murmured, unsure what she was asking for.

“Please what?” He leaned in close again, his lips brushing her neck. “Do you want me to bite you? Or fuck you?”

Vita slammed her eyes shut, white dotting her vision as her cresting climax hit its peak. His tongue was at her mouth again, his fingers thrusting and vibrating until she cried out his name, her muscles clenching against him.

She could feel his smile on her lips, rocking herself until the aftershocks of pleasure ceased their pulsing. There were a few moments of hushed silence, her heaving breaths the only sound in the tower, and then she fluttered her eyes open, fully aware of the flush that invaded her body and face.

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