Page 47 of A Love So Deadly
“I want to remember,” I say. “All of it.”
“So, are you giving me permission, Monty?” He leans in, fangs pushing into his bottom lip. “I’m going to have to hear you say it. Out loud.”
I’d love to say the truth of what he truly is hasn’t sunk in, but I know the world is dark and things aren’t what they seem. But out of all the evils I’ve met tonight, I’ll take his over the human kind.
“Yes,” I breathe out the word. “I am giving you permission.”
He doesn’t smile, just strokes my face and rises. He becomes so utterly other, a sculptor, creator, a creature of power, and each touch from him heightens the throbbing need within me. And when he walks around me, he observes, checks the ropes, and adjusts them just so, here and there, so they can apply the perfect amount of pressure on my most sensitive parts. Then the rope shifts slightly between my legs to press right against my asshole.
I whimper.
Everything draws each moment out to elevate the need. The frustration. When he’s behind me, and I’m lost sight of him, fear lights my veins. I know he’s close still—his presence never strays—but when I feel his cool hands on my ass cheeks, I freeze. Then, a sharp sting that makes me cry out. He’s bitten my ass, marked me. But without fangs. Nothing’s pierced skin, but the anticipation of him trying that next makes me squirm. Then his tongue moves down, between my thighs, to my pussy.
He must be on his knees, beneath me, but I can’t see from the ropes. I’m being held in place like a sacrifice, and now he’s licking me, killing me in that perfect way that builds my orgasm quickly and violently. His tongue laps over my folds, slipping over the rope, sometimes under it, and he sucks on my inner lips, my outer ones, somehow shifting the rope to push into myopening, or move the top knot onto my clit. I shudder on the brink, every part alive and burning hot.
He changes places again.
Fluid, silent, and he spins me, turns me so I’m facing the ground, my pussy his.
Oh Christ, the ropes must be wet because I’m dripping, that need inside building and building, and the pleasure rising high, but there’s no release.
Everything pushes me close then drags me away. And I cry out in frustration.
He only laughs.
Fuck. He abandons my pussy. The ropes tighten, and so goes my body with the desire to come. I can’t do this anymore. It’s torture. I whimper.
I don’t even notice him taking me down, not until I’m on the ground. I’m still bound, unable to move, but at least I’m not hovering in the air anymore.
Scooping me up in his arms, he walks us over to the bed and lays me on the silk sheets. As he undoes his pants and releases himself, I’m transfixed. I’m unable to do a thing, and before I can blink, he’s on me, pushing his hard cock into me in one forceful push.
The first stretch of his cock entering me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. He’s big, I knew that, but he fills me so completely that I start to come without warning. I’m swept up in it as he thrusts into me, slamming hard.His fangs glint in the room’s low light.
Without warning, he pushes a finger into my ass. I want to say wait, go slow, but my tongue is stuck, and the orgasm is still rolling. And…and…I’m not sure I want him to stop. I want all the pleasure he can give me. Every last drop.
He’s fucking me wildly now, my legs spread wide, and his balls slapping against me. The sound fills the room. It hurts, it’seuphoric, and all I can do is gasp and cry out whenever he pulls all the way out and slams back in.
When his long fingers grab the knot between my breast, he uses the grip as leverage to forcefully pull me toward him at the same time as he thrusts. He destroys me. He’s grunting yet extremely focused, like he’s using all his concentration in this moment.
Maybe he’s trying not to come yet, or maybe…
Thrusting now in slower, deeper strokes, he leans forward, his hands coming to either side of my head, and his dark hair falls around my face. He’s so close, and his mouth opens, gaze locked on my neck.
Oh my god. He’s going to bite me.
A terrifying thrill shoots through me at the thought, but as if he can read my mind, he shakes his head and pulls back.
“Fuck…” he breathes, seeming to be talking mostly to himself. “I can’t. I’ll bite you like that. Too tempting.”
Then he pulls out.
The sudden loss of his cock has my pussy clenching and me whimpering again. But before I can complain, he switches places, to the side of the bed, and uses the knot at my chest again—this time to drag my upper body closer to the edge.
He spins me, positions me so that my head is hanging over the side and his cock is bobbing right there in front of my face. My mouth waters.
Lucian pushes his cock into my mouth. This time, he goes slow, taking his time. And it’s unbelievable. I swallow him, stretch around him, and he’s so fucking deep, I gag. That doesn’t stop him, though. A cool hand comes around my throat, covering my jugular, and squeezing as he starts to fuck me in long and deep strokes.It’s like he’s jerking himself off with my throat, and the idea is filthy and only turns me on more.
I’m his little fuck toy, his completely to do whatever he wants. And that thought alone makes me wet.
