Page 14 of Even Vampires Bleed
So, I wait. But do I wait like I’m only his plaything? Hell, no.
I can feel his eyes tracing my skin so I follow the movement of his eyes upon my body with my fingers, letting them trail on my skin in slow and languorous patterns like he seems to love, until I don’t want to wait anymore, and I slip my fingers to my pussy, stroking my clit.
Something shines in his eyes and he throws the box of condoms on the bed and kneels between my legs.
He moves my hand aside, replacing it with the push of his tongue against my clit and two of his fingers spearing me.
And just like that, I’m on the precipice of coming again.
Maybe men should read romance more often.
This time, he doesn’t try going slow or to torture me with his fingers. It’s like he’s on a mission and decided he won’t let himself fuck me until I’ve had another orgasm. So he pumps his fingers relentlessly, adding a third when he feels I’m ready and the flick of his tongue against my clit gets faster and faster until I’m a mess and screaming his name without a care in the world for the people in the rooms next to mine.
I close my eyes and try to get my breath back to normal, but he doesn’t let me. I hear the condom being opened, and then his hand wraps around my throat again.
“Look at me, Little Luciole.” He pauses, waiting for me to comply, and when I do, he adds, “I want you to know exactly who is claiming that sweet cunt of yours.”
My pussy contracts at his words, and then he sits himself inside of me in one thrust and a heavy groan.
My eyes close on impact as I moan, before I remind myself to keep them open.
His hand stays around my throat as he pumps inside of me. He’s not gentle, but I don’t need him to be. I’ve already come enough that I can feel my pussy flutter around him in waves.
“You feel so fucking good,” Léandre says, and it sounds almost like a prayer.
Right back at you.
I want to say it out loud, but my mind is a jumbled mess, and all I can do is scream a mix of “Oh yes,” and his name each time his cock pumps inside of me, reaching the perfect spot. I’m not coherent and I know it, but all my body feels set ablaze, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
His hands are on my hips and their movements grow erratic as he pumps his hips against my core. I’m still screaming when he hits my sweet spot again, and I can’t scream anymore. My eyesight goes black, and my orgasm takes my body over.
I start shaking, and I can feel a pulse inside my pussy as she contracts endlessly around Léandre, and then there is a powerful thrust. He tenses, and then he growls before he sags, fumbling for my lips.
His kiss is sweet as he keeps pumping very slowly inside of me, dragging my orgasm so it keeps raking my whole body.
After a couple minutes, he pulls out and lays at my side.
It takes him another minute before he reaches for his cock, removes the condom, ties it, and drops it on my nightstand.
I’ll have to clean that.
I don’t really care, though, because Léandre slips his arm under me and tucks me against his chest.
There is a fleeting thought in my mind that tells me that waking up like this every day would be awesome, but I kill the thought before it takes root.
I can’t start thinking like this or else I’ll set myself up for a huge disappointment.
“What time is it?” Léandre asks me when there is a knock at my door.
Shoot.
I need to get dressed.
“I don’t know,” I tell him without missing a beat, trying to locate my robe.
It’s where I left it on the chair in front of my desk, but I still fumble to get it.
I smell under my armpit.
