Page 4 of Queen of Vampire Hearts

Gods!

I suckled her hard, bringing my other hand up to play with the other nipple, pinching it roughly, and slapping it as the blood returned. Her tits should be pierced for me, a secret I alone would get to see. When I had her fully, I’d demand it. I’d be able to roll the piercing on my tongue or hook a delicate chain to it.

“Gods!” she yelled, giving voice to my secret exclamation. Her head fell back, her hands tightening on the marble, her breasts shaking from her pants. I moved to her other breast, sucking hard before remembering to gentle myself. She immediately protested, her voice a whimper as she demanded, “Harder!” She couldn’t please me more.

Everything I held back in my normal liaisons shattered with her, she wanted everything, and I’d give hereverything. I sucked harder than before, nibbling on the sensitive peak. I expected her to wince, to pull away, yet she didn’t. Instead, she only moaned at my roughness, her hips pushing forward again. She was such a wicked, exquisite female.

I claimed to want eyes on her. Yet the closer she got to coming, the more I wished I had taken her upstairs to a private room, where she could be mine alone. Not to mention that the rooms would be outfitted with some of the tools I preferred. But it was too late, and I’d have to make do.

I used my speed to lift her off the railing, twisting her, so her back aligned with my front. Her bare breasts jutted forward, defenseless against the cold winds of Tír nAill. She moved to cover them with her hands, but I tsked, causing her to freeze. As she awaited my direction, I made sure she felt my rock-hard shaft against her ass as I rocked against her.

“Place your hands around my neck,” I growled into her ear.

She reached back, locking her hands behind my neck, leaving her even more vulnerable, even more at my mercy. I rubbed against her ass more frantically, enjoying the way her tits bounced in response. They were still wet and swollen from my ministrations. They would be mine soon. I’d brand them as mine, a nice little chain from nipple to nipple, attached to a delicate collar around her neck. I shook my head at the thought. I hadn’t given a collar to anyone permanently, ever. My middle name wastemporary,and a collar was commitment. She moaned again, breaking through my musings.

“You like feeling my shaft against you?” She nodded, going to her tiptoes, molding against me. “The words, female.”

She complied, her voice half moan, half whisper. “I like feeling your cock against my ass.”

I spanked her ass, enjoying how she leaned into my light strike. Where had this perfect female been hiding? I found the part in her gown, the slight slit enabling those maddening flashes of her thighs. I ripped it higher to where the gown tightened under her breasts.

The new tear allowed me to part the gown, draping it over the railing in front of her, keeping it from falling back to conceal her curves. I stifled a groan at the sight of her bared ass. The only underwear she wore was a slight white thong. I immediately tore it from her, stuffing the soaked lace into my pocket. I never considered myself anassman, but hers had me going weak in the knees. She wiggled her hips, feeling my gaze on her, rocking slightly.

“Gods, woman, your body drives me mad,” I moaned, unlacing my pants.

She jerked when she felt the hot skin of my shaft against her, and I sought to comfort her. “I remember.”

It just felt too fucking good rocking against her bare ass. She relaxed again, and I succumbed to the call of her intoxicating sex. I reached down, gripping one toned thigh, and forced her leg up onto the railing, spreading her wide. The cold air made her shiver as it met her heated flesh.

A voyeur would only see my back from the ballroom, with her pale leg spread on the marble. I dragged my hand down her front, pinching her nipples again before palming her sex and hissing, “You’re drenched for me. Was some other male to enjoy this tonight?”

Is that jealousy ringing inmytone? My motto? Always be the leaver. Yet, the thought of leaving her even for a moment filled me with such a frenzy it almost muted my desire. The keyword there was,almost.

“Only you, only you,” she muttered, desperate to come, unknowingly soothing my anger and panic.

“Feel how wet and ready you are.” I cupped her sex, not rubbing her clit or entering her, just hovering. She tried to thrust herself into my hand to create some friction. “You want them inside you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you with my fingers. Feed them into your greedy little pussy.”

She nodded breathlessly. I slapped my palm against her drenched sex, making her jump. “The words,” I growled.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers, and I want them in my pussy so bad, I ache. I want you to touch my clit as you pound them inside me.” Her voice was drugged with desire. She felt it. This…this need, this desire, I could barely think. Absently, I realized I didn’t even know her name. There would be time for that later. There would be time for everything later.

I moaned, biting her earlobe. “I’m going to work your luscious body until you scream.”

My fangs sharpened at the smell of her blood. I barely resisted the urge to sink my fangs into her along with my fingers. I stretched her leg higher so she almost couldn’t touch the ground. Her stability depended on my hands, which I moved from her front to glide over her ass. I reached for her from behind, slamming a single digit into her. I felt and heard her lose her breath at the intrusion, and it was as if I’d never even heard of control.

From her high hold, she had no choice but to endure my movements, her bouncing tits keeping time.She was at my mercy, where she belonged, I thought absently. I slammed my finger inside her, timing it with every thrust of my hips against her ass, imagining I’m plunging my shaft between her thighs.

I add another finger and whisper, “I’d kill to replace these with my cock.”

Every time I pounded my fingers inside her, her breasts shook. I set a punishing pace, and the harder the thrust, the more she drenched my fingers. I used my spare hand to collar her throat. “You’re soaking my fingers, so desperate to come.” More of her excitement wet my palm, and she mewled. “You like when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”

To my shock, she shook her head. I instantly stopped my fingers and prevented her from rocking on them to get herself off.

“No! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she begged. I pulled my glistening fingers from her, and she cried out at the loss.

“Tell me you like it when I command you, and I’ll let you come.” I was torturing us both by keeping us on edge. Yet, I needed her admission, her submission to me, more than I could recall ever needing anything before.

She paused, so my hand moved from covering her wet sex to her ass, delivering a punishing slap. “What was that?”

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