Page 31 of Bleeding Love

His hand slid between my legs, cupping my mound.

“Don’t you know?” his voice was hoarse, barely even a whisper, but I stilled at its power. I gasped as his fingers slid under my nightdress, trailing tentatively over my undergarments before settling over the apex of my thighs again. “There is no way to sneak past a vampire unless they are drained of blood, or they trust you completely.” His fingers circled my sensitive clit, dipping lower until they were at my entrance. He hummed a low, approving sound as he dipped them into the pool of wetness that had been sleeking my thighs, making me gasp at their pleasant coolness. He pressed his lips just below my ear before he whispered, “And I am neither, darling.”

In the blink of an eye, I was flipped on my back with Roman looming over me. His wide shoulders and dark clothes blocked the faint light pushing against the curtains, but it was still bright enough to distinguish his face.

Hungry. Needy. Wide awake.

When I offered him this deal, it wasmysafety,myneeds, andmydesires that I was thinking about. Being with a vampire wasn’t the safest or the sanest choice by any means, but looking at him like this, dispersed any doubt I had left for our arrangement.

He was going to protect me. He was going to covet me. And he was going to give me anything I wanted. I could see it in his face.

Reaching out, I caressed his cheek, sliding my hand down to his neck, then to the open section of his shirt. His eyes were wary, but more than that, they were full of longing. I wasn’t sure if it was me he craved or just closeness and affection, but he was starved just as I was. I didn’t know how I hadn’t seen it before. I had thought the look in them was dead, bored, devoid of any desires past that of blood. That wasn’t the case, not in the slightest.

Roman was still watching me when I twisted my fingers around his shirt and pulled him down. I wrapped my legs around his torso, smiling as his body outlined mine.

“Who said I was trying to sneak past?” I said, looking suggestively at his lips. “Maybe I was just planning to wake you up with my mouth around your cock.”

His eyes widened in surprise, then turned almost pitch black with lust. I smiled wider, sliding my hand between our bodies until I had his cock in my grip. He was deliciously hard and the size of him had my heart racing even faster.

“Do you want to fuck me, Roman?” I purred, wrapping my other arm around his neck. I brought my lips to his ear, nibbling it teasingly.

“Yes,” he whispered even as his long fingers locked around my wrist. He pulled it away from his neck, pinning it above my head before doing the same with the other. I didn’t resist, curious about what he was planning, when his eyes returned to mine and the edge of his mouth quirked up. “But that will have to wait because once I slide my cock inside of you, I plan to make it last, and we don’t have that time right now. So be a good little witch and keep your hands here while I have a quick meal, will you?”

His finger pressed on my crossed wrists like that was all it would take to keep them there, and when he pulled his hand away, I realized it was. I raised my chin, exposing my neck to him while mentally preparing for the pain. As if reading my thoughts, he gave me an amused look before pushing my underdress up. His soft lips pressed against the middle of my stomach and I gasped while he made his way down. His tongue was cold as he ran it over my cunt and before I knew it, I was moaning and bucking my hips to get closer to his mouth.

That only seemed to encourage him further because he slid his hands down my thighs, capturing my knees and forcing them open until I was completely bared to him. My eyes rolled back as he continued to lick and suck like a man starving, memorizing me with his tongue before pushing it inside of me. Warmth pooled low into my belly, mixing with the anxious anticipation of his fangs sinking into me that was stopping me from fully surrendering to the pleasure. He took his time like he had no other care in the world, while I tried to focus on just enjoying the feel of his mouth and reaching the perfect bliss he was offering me.

He paused, and I instinctively looked at him. He was studying me with an unreadable expression on his face, and when he reached toward me, I flinched before I could stop myself. His hand froze next to my face, and his eyes narrowed.

“You are afraid,” he said with a note of confusion. “If you want me to stop, you just have to say it.” I licked my lips, glancing toward the window to see if the sun was still up when he captured my chin and turned it so I was looking at him. “Do you still think I’ll kill you? I thought we had a deal. This won’t do if you are afraid for your life.”

I pursed my lips, giving him an annoyed puff.

“I am not afraid for my life,” I finally said, and he cocked his eyebrow in disbelief. “I just…I haven’t been bitten…down there.” His eyes widened ever so slightly, understanding flooding into them before it was replaced with a spark of amusement. He chuckled darkly, sliding his hand around my wrists, which were still resting above my head, and bringing them down.

“You thought I meant to feed on you?” I gave him an annoyed look and his smirk widened, sending my heart into a gallop. “No, darling. Blood is something I need to survive. A meal is something I take to enjoy.” He laid on his back, pulling me with him until I was sitting on his chest with my knees beside his head. He was still holding my wrists when he met my eyes again. “When I bite you, I will tell you exactly where and when, so relax.”

He turned his head without breaking eye contact and brushed his lips on the inside of my thigh. The look he gave me had my toes curling.

“You are in control now, darling,” he said with a smirk as his hands slid to my ass, pushing me toward his face. “Now be a good girl and let yourself cum.” I blinked at the command that slipped into his tone, but I moved when he nudged me again. Grasping the edge of the headboard, I lowered myself to his face.

His mouth sprung into action so fast that I gasped in surprise, almost jerking away from his touch. His fingers tightened on my hips, keeping me in place while his tongue slid in and out of me in a relentless rhythm.

‘When I bite you, I will tell you exactly where and when,’his words echoed in my head.‘You are in control now, darling.’

Gripping the headboard tighter, I moved my hips and felt his hold on me relax, letting me dictate the rhythm. Before long, my body grew taut like a string that was about to shoot for the stars. As my climax rippled through me, I cried out, trying to get up. He held me firmly in place while my legs shook, almost crashing down on him. His licks turned slow, gentle, like he was savoring every drop of my undoing. I couldn’t even remember him drinking my blood so tenderly before.

Eventually, he set me down on the bed, where I lay on my back and panted. I watched him get up and straighten his clothes, his face turned away from me.

“You are indeed a strange man,” I said, and he finally looked at me. His expression was closed, but I could still see the lust lurking in his eyes. He slid his crumpled jacket on before turning to face me.

“Why do you say that?”

“Most men in your situation would seek to satisfy their own pleasure,” I said, pushing myself into a sitting position. “Yet so far, it has been only me who gets off. You could at least demand that I sucked your cock.”

He gave a thoughtful nod before shrugging.

“Has it occurred to you that I might be getting pleasure from just watching you?” he asked, looking at me with a lazy smile. “Besides, I am convinced I’d enjoy it much more if you are begging for my cock rather than being ordered to suck it.” He picked up my dress from where it had been drying by the fire—he had washed the blood from it by the time I awoke yesterday—and tossed it to me. “Regrettably, that’s a discussion for another time. Get dressed.”

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