Page 65 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
And it was hard to think with his cock this close to my mouth.
I wriggled, but the lacy pink collar was already in place, not too loose or too tight, providing just a touch of pressure to my airways.
Now I well and truly forgot how to think. A low buzz of relief rolled through me, every last one of my worries washed away by a flood of surrender. The present moment, with my body against Kylo’s, was the only thing that existed.
“Is the collar enchanted?”
Kylo shook his head, his grin widening. “No, angel. The magick isus.It always has been. Let go. I’ve got you.”
When the fire in my gaze didn’t completely fade to blissfulness, Kylo pressed harder against me.
“That’s okay,” he said softly. “I think I know what might help.”
His features shifted back to their dangerous, vampiric form. The dark, hungry eyes of a predator.
But instead of feeding from me, he yanked me back up to a kneeling position and fed me his cock instead.
My hands found his thighs, gripping hard as my eyes watered and his cock filled my throat. I gagged, but Kylo didn’t relent.
“Feel the collar around that pretty little throat and remember that you’re mine to use however the fuck I wish.”
I remembered from previous instructions that relaxing made it easier to take. The collar was a pleasurable, steady sensation, a surge that traveled all the way down to my clit. I stopped fighting as Kylo slowly rocked his hips, going deeper with each thrust. My fingers dug into the flesh of his thighs as I gagged again, but I fought the urge to pull away.
“Good little pet,” he praised, stroking my hair. “You were made to swallow my cock, angel. This is your highest purpose. Serving your vampire master, who takes exceedingly thorough care of his perfect good girl.”
Kylo’s hypnotic, soothing words were a spell of their own. They were a break from reality, a temporary reprieve from the duty that rested heavily on my shoulders.
I held him deep inside me, and when he slowly pulled away, I worshipped his cock without his command. I tongued his shaft, gazing up at him as tears and saliva dripped down my face.
“There’s my good girl,” he groaned. “I always know exactly what you need, don’t I?”
I leaned into his palm as it cradled the side of my face. “Yes.” And it was true, within and beyond this depraved roleplay.
“Kiss it, angel, and then use your manners,” he said, calm yet stern.
I kissed the tip of his slick cock, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. “Thank you, Kylo.”
“For?”
I stared up at him, already drunk without a single dose of venom in my blood. “For letting me worship you.”
Kylo’s moan and his pleased, satisfied eyes made my stomach warm with satisfaction.
“I will always keep my captured angel well-fed,” he said, his lips curved as he stared down at me.
Gods, he only became filthier, and I only craved more of it.
“That perfect response has earned you a reward, baby.” He grabbed a throw pillow from a nearby loveseat as I kneeled in wait. “It pays to drop the bratty façade and melt into your authentic self.”
His tone was that of a professor, a guide who knew what was best for me. And the wounded parts of my psyche found delirious safety falling into these roles with him.
All I’d ever wanted was to be protected. For someone to see all of me with an unfaltering, steady love.
Kylo lay back on the rug, his head on the pillow. Those abs flexed, and I was once again mesmerized by the planes of his muscles and the perfect, masculine shape of his form.
He smiled. “Come here, my pretty little pet. I want to drown in you.”
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