Page 19 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

He groaned again as she sucked harder, pain tingeing his pleasure.

She moved, and suddenly he was pinned to the floor, his arms stretched above his head by a rope.

How did she do that?

Lina grinned down at him as she lowered herself onto his cock, one agonizing inch at a time. Tight, wet heat squeezed him.

Benedict groaned as he tugged on his bonds. The added level of restraint and feeling of powerlessness only heightened his arousal. And until Lina, never in a million years would he have guessed that he was into bondage. It’d just never been on the cards before—but love with his vampire mate was different.

Lina fully engulfed him, her hot pussy clenching around him.

He closed his eyes, squeezing them tight against the onslaught of sensation.

“Open your eyes, my pet,” she commanded.

He didn’t comply, he couldn’t. Lina overwhelmed his senses on too many levels. He was a little afraid. Without warning both of his nipples were pinched and twisted sharply. Pain sliced through him at the same time as she began to move. His eyes flew open, the pleasure soon overriding the pain, mixing and making it stronger.

“You are mine, Benedict, do you understand?” She moved slowly, staring deep into his eyes.

He shook his head.

She squeezed her inner muscles.

“You are my pet. Preordained. Destined. You are meant to be mine.” Lina gripped his cock and moved on him, up, down, faster and more aggressively. Her breasts moved with her every bounce, their abundant flesh tempting him, as if begging for his touch.

But he couldn’t move. “Lina.”

She groaned and moved faster still, rotating her hips on the downward grind to give him an extra level of pleasure. “Yes, my pet?”

He groaned, his ball sac tightening beneath her. “I need to touch you.”

She laughed; the sound musical.

He moaned as she rippled around him. He was going crazy—positively wild with lust. Every inch of his body was screaming with raw, primal pleasure.

“You don’t need to do anything except fill me with your cum.” She threw back her head and moved even faster, using her supernatural speed, moaning in time with her own building pleasure.

Benedict struggled in vain against his bonds some more, sweat breaking out on his face, chest, and arms as physical exertion mingled with ecstasy.

She was unrelenting, her movements designed to push him over the edge fast. Linda was showing him who was in charge, and he could do nothing to stop her.

His traitorous body loved every second of her domination and his heart cried out for more. “Fuck...” He planted his feet on the floor and began thrusting up, pushing her body higher and higher, pounding into her.

She gripped him and cried out.

He let go, divine, sinful pleasure shooting up his cock and inside her. Groaning, he shuddered and pulled on his restraints.

Meanwhile, Lina moaned, rocking back and forth, milking every last drop out of him.

When the tidal wave of sensation died down to a more manageable level, he lay there panting, just trying to catch his breath. How can I want her like this, all of the time? His heart kicked out at him; something was missing...

Lina collapsed on top of him, her head tucked into the crook of his neck.

Her hot breath against his skin caused a shiver to course down his spine. He shook his head to clear his poor muddled head.

He had to make this right somehow. He couldn’t be falling in love with Lina, want her above all others, and not marry her. It wasn’t right. “Come home with me.”

She lifted her head, her eyes narrowed. “We could just stay here, Benedict,” she purred.

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