Page 94 of Smoke and Lure

Now he understood the secret she kept.More importantly, he comprehended the freedom she desired.She hadn’t called it freedom, but she wanted to control the reins of her life, and doing it by choosing to submit to him in pleasure.

Amaros was damn happy to deliver it.

Kicking a chair out of the way, he caused it to skid across the floor and shatter against a far wall as he guided Michaela back until her ass rested on the edge of the table.He leaned back, breaking the kiss.“I won’t be gentle.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”Reaching up she pulled his tie out of the collar of his shirt.

Staring at her, he moved slightly to the side of her slim form.With one swipe of his arm, he cleared everything off the tabletop behind her to the head of the table where he’d sat.

Dome tops clanged, glasses shattered, dishes broke, and food spilled, but Amaros gave none of it thought.

Michaela gasped, but he had to hand it to her, she didn’t glance over at the scattered dishes and food.

Taking her by the waist, he turned her around and forced her upper body flat onto the table.

“Amaros?”her voice trembled as she glanced over her shoulder at him.He could see the trepidation in her eyes, causing the redness of her bloodlust to recede just a bit.

“Oh, love, brace yourself, I plan to give you just what you asked for.”He took hold of the skirt of her pretty seafoam green dress, the light fabric that flirted with her legs when she moved and teased him all morning.Yanking, he ripped it from hem to waist.

Between the side split and the lightness of the material, he could have easily flipped the end up over her hips, but the violence of it all fed his beast.Vampires weren’t lovely, nor were they a gentle kind.And that needy bastard housed within his core was greedy and lusty and wanted its pound of flesh in all ways, or it wouldn’t be satisfied.

But above all, it wanted to claim its mate.

The delicate, flimsy, sexy material of her soaked panties went next.A flick of one of his sharp, extended nails had the scrap floating around her feet.

Staring down at her, Amaros marveled at the sight.Michaela was breathtakingly beautiful with her lissome frame and striking features, but her toned, pale-golden ass could bring even the strongest Vampire to his knees.Him.

“You know there's no pleasure without some pain first, Michaela.”

“You don’t scare me, Amaros...do your worst,” she goaded him.

“I can see in our life, your mouth is going to make your ass sore often, little angel.”His hand came down on the center of her left cheek, then the top, moving to the side and the bottom.Then he stepped to the side and aimed his attention at her right globe in the same pattern just enough to warm up her flesh.

When he repeated the action to her first cheek, but brought more heat as he watched her wiggle her hips trying to place herself in an angle to ease some of the sting.

But he wasn’t a novice in discipline methods.No, he’d centuries of practice.He pressed his hand more firmly to her lower back, keeping her just how he wanted.

Over and over, he’d ensure each strike to her lovely, blushing ass was hard enough to steal her breath.Otherwise, he’d find himself taking his belt off and striping her ass before he fucked her.

And he wanted inside of her pussy too bad to take the time for such erotic, lined artistry.

“Ooooh,” she cried out as the smacks began to land on areas of her sensitive backside that had already been spanked at least twice, and this was his third go round.

Michaela’s heady arousal perfumed the air, even as he could clearly see the shine of her wetness dripping from her pussy and glossing her thighs.

Amaros, please...she pleaded, wiggling her hips and pressing her thighs tighter together as if it would bring her the release she sought.

He lightly kicked the inside of her right shoe then her left, spreading her legs more than shoulder width apart.The wide stance caused her to drop all her weight on the table.

What do you want?

I need to come.

“Do you?”He halted in his spanking and lowered his hand to one of her thighs.He glided his fingers through the cream, painting her apex, extremely close to where she wanted his touch, but denying her.

“Yes.Yes.Please,” she whined.All her flippant responses from earlier were now gone.

But this wasn’t about breaking her, but pleasing her.Palming her pussy, he squeezed her, loving how her essence coated his hand.He glided two fingers to her distended clit and began to circle her.

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