Page 13 of A Vow for the Vamp
He rakes his hand through his hair, something I’ve noticed he does a lot. “Yes, right, of course. I can’t do commitment either.”
A strange way of saying that, but I’m glad we’re on the same page.
“Then tonight will be about fucking,” I continue.
“Yes. Just sex.”
“Good.”
He stands there, hands on his hips, staring at me as if waiting for me to make a move. But for some reason, my body wants to be dominated by this man. I wanthimto make the move. When he realizes this, his entire demeanor changes. His bright and sunny smile is still there, but his eyes have darkened.
“Tell me, Millie. What would you like me to do to you?”
He walks toward me, a fire igniting in his green eyes.
“You seem like the type of woman who likes to take control.”
“I am.”
“Hmm.”
Once he’s standing in front of me, he grabs my hair at the nape and tugs back hard enough to make me whimper.
“But you’re letting me take control now. Why?”
“I’m curious.”
He’s a burnt cinnamon roll. I just know it. Ooey and gooey and full of sweetness but with charred edges. This sunshine man likes a little darkness. Maybe it’s how he demanded my name outside the bar. How he insisted I dance with him just now, not even asking. And now as he wraps his long, thick fingers around my throat, squeezing not-so-gently.
My nipples pebble and cunt pulses because I’ve somehow become the prey.
“Was I right? About giving you control?”
“Yes. I need it, especially in the bedroom.” He licks my neck. “Will you submit to me tonight?”
He sucks on the same part of my skin he just licked, and my fangs drop down against my will. This man is making it impossible to keep them sheathed, something I’ve been struggling with all night.
“Will you get on your knees for me? Comply with my orders?” His free hand skates down my body to the hem of my dress, which only reaches mid-thigh. “Will you let me fuck you until you’re begging to come?” His fingertips push aside my panties and tease my entrance. “Is that something you want, Millie? Tell me yes and I’ll continue.”
“Yes,” I say, breathless.
He thrusts a finger into me, causing me to scream out a moan.
Fuck! When did I become submissive? That’s twice now tonight. First with Ana, now Teddy. I’m the one with the paddles and handcuffs in my closet. I love tying my lovers to the bed so I can do as I please with them.
But this man went from day to night in a matter of minutes, and I’meagerto see just how dark he can go.
He fucks me with his fingers, bringing me to the cusp of orgasm before stopping and removing them. My fangs slide outagain. This time it’s because he’s edging me, which equally pisses me off and turns me on.
He walks away before noticing and sits on my couch, arms spread over the back like a fucking boss.
“Undress and crawl to me,” he orders.
I kick off my heels first, then unzip my dress. Slowly, I peel the fabric off my body.
“So,” I begin, a smirk tugging at my lips. “This side of you...”
“Did I say you could talk?”
