Page 21 of Bleeding Love

Roman drew closer, pushing my hair over one shoulder before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“Now tell me, Celeste,” he whispered, and the shudder that passed through my body had nothing to do with disgust. “Do you hate vampires, Celeste?” he asked next, lips pressing below my ear. I tried to turn my head away, but my body refused to move.

“No.”

“But you hate me?” Another kiss, lower this time.

“Yes.”

“Because…I locked you up.” I gritted my teeth, and he paused, the tip of his tongue teasing the tender skin between my neck and shoulder. I held my breath, waiting for him to sink his fangs in, but he didn’t move. “Because…I took your magic.” His words didn’t sound like a question, but I felt compelled to answer just the same.

“Yes.”

He was quiet for the longest time and if it wasn’t for the cold presence behind me, I would have thought he left. When he moved again, it was to slide his hands around my waist. He flattened his palms over my stomach and just kept them there.

“Where should I touch you, little witch?” he asked so quietly that I barely heard him. I shook my head, afraid to trust my mouth, but he just chuckled. Without warning, one of his hands slid between my legs, palming my mound as if he were laying claim to it. His cold skin made me shudder, but with the heat growing in my stomach, it wasn’t unpleasant.

His other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing it just hard enough to make me dizzy. When I didn’t answer again, he hemmed quietly under his breath before his middle finger pressed at my entrance, running slow, teasing circles as more of my arousal poured out of me. A whine escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I tried to move away from his touch. My back hit his hard chest and his grip tightened on my throat.

His finger pulled away from my entrance to do a few slow circles around my clit. I closed my eyes, trying not to press into his hand. My body shook with the tension, desire rippling through my whole being while my need gnawed little by little on what was left of my sound mind.

“Answer me,” Roman said, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.

I still said nothing. That was as much as my willpower could allow me to resist.

I expected him to push, to insist, to punish. I didn’t expect him to sink his teeth into my neck without warning.

I cried out, but his hold on me was so firm, I couldn’t move at all. He didn’t drink though, not in that hungry, desperate way that made my head spin and my vision darken. I could feel his fangs deep inside my flesh, his lips pressed against my skin, his tongue licking the droplets of blood that escaped. I could feel my resistance slip as my head lolled back to rest on his shoulder.

He released my throat, moving to cup my breast. His touch was almost gentle, trailing its outlines until it reached my hard nipple. I gasped when he brushed his thumb over it, leaning harder into his hand. When his other finger dipped inside of me, I moaned, rolling my hips to urge him to keep going. His bite on my neck grew tighter, and I felt my blood rush out of my body.

By the time he moved his thumb over my clit and started massaging it while his fingers slid in and out of me, I couldn’t remember why I was fighting him. I couldn’t remember why he was doing this or why I was shackled. I couldn’t remember why I was in his house or why I had tried to kill him. Everything fell away, leaving my mind blissfully empty.

There was only me, him, and the mix of pleasure and pain that was rushing through my body. Just when I was about to fall into a chasm of perfect bliss, Roman withdrew his hand and his fangs.

I gasped at the pang of loss I felt, the pleasure turning into ache. I twisted my head to look at him, expecting to see nothing but darkness, when I found a pair of glowing red eyes locked on me. I sucked in a surprised breath, but I didn’t look away.

“Please,” I whispered before I could regret it. His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.

“Please what?” he asked, the smirk clear in his tone. There was something else too, something raw and unexpected that the damn darkness hid from me. Something he hadn’t shown before, even when I stabbed him.

“Please…” I repeated, searching for the right words, but they were hard to grasp. “Don’t stop. Don’t leave me like this.” He kept staring, silent as the darkness, and I winced at the thought that he might leave me hanging from the shackles. So I did the only thing that might throw him off enough to give me what I wanted. The one thing I promised not to do. “Please,Roman.”

His eyes widened, and I could swear I heard him gasp. But then he stepped back, and I slacked against the binds with a whimper.

It hadn’t worked. It hadn’t…

“How can I say no when you beg so sweetly? You should do it more often. I might even let you out,” he said quietly before those red eyes reappeared in front of me. His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head backward, and when he kissed me this time, I didn’t resist.

He wasn’t as forceful as before; he even let me stand on my own two feet before his hand slid between my legs. I gasped against his lips when he drove his fingers inside, feeding him another moan while he kept fucking me with his hand. His fangs grazed my lower lip and a few drops of blood slid into my mouth, turning his kiss feral.

He brought me to the edge in no time, but then he kept withdrawing and waiting for me to come down. I would have screamed at him, but he kept my mouth occupied like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. Even when my lip stopped bleeding, he kept kissing me, hard and deep until my jaw hurt.

As my orgasm built again, I prepared mentally for another denial. I wasn’t sure if it was tears or sweat running down my cheeks, but I was sure I preferred death to this. My legs wobbled and if it wasn’t for the shackles, I would have fallen down.

Roman broke the kiss, pulling back enough so I could see those burning red eyes again. He didn’t stop this time—instead, his thrusts grew harder, faster, his thumb brushing against my clit just before the world shattered.

I screamed as I came, shuddering so violently, it felt like my body would fall apart. My magic crackled beneath my skin, eager and wild, but the binds kept it contained.

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