“You’re amused?” She’d fought the restraints until she grew tired. “This isn’t funny.”
“It’s not.” His gaze lowered down her body. “Open those pretty thighs for me and I’ll improve your mood. I won’t bite you this time and I won’t turn you during the heat of passion. You have my word as a gentleman.”
She snorted. “You’re a vampire.”
“I’m one who wants to pleasure you.”
“You want my blood. You admitted to using sex to get women to allow you to feed off them.”
He looked hurt at her words. They stared at each other and he sighed.
“You’re more than that to me.”
“Let me go, Blaron.”
“Give us a chance first. I will convince you or give your life back.”
She wanted to believe him.
“You’re saying if we have sex again, you’ll let me go it doesn’t convince me to marry you? You know that’s screwed up, right?”
He smiled again. “I do love that term. Up. Down. Hard. Fast. Slow.” His eyes seemed to glow. “Any way that will please you and make you scream out my name while I’m inside that tight, wonderful sheath of yours.”
Her body wanted him, tingled from his words, and it pissed her off. “Fine. Your word, Blaron.” She glared at him. “Do your worst but I’m going home.” She took a deep breath. “No biting.”
“No biting. I love a challenge, lass.”
His hands reached for her and she spread her thighs at his urging. She dropped her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. No matter how good he might be at oral sex, she had a life to get back to. She probably had nothing to worry about. Men had gone down on her before but it hadn’t been great. They sure hadn’t made her scream their names.
She relaxed when the bed moved and he spread her thighs apart. She glanced down, saw him sprawled out on his belly, his face inches from her pussy, and he raised his arms. They braced over her legs to hold them down. His gaze met hers and he gave her a cocky grin that showed his fangs.
“They won’t cut you and I’ll show you how you’re going to love them.”
Fear and excitement fought for dominance. She’d kill him when he let her go if he bit her tender skin. He breathed on her clit, making her more aware of the vulnerable position she was in, and she pulled on the handcuffs that refused to release her wrists. The sensation of being tied and pinned to the bed had a certain amount of sexual appeal.
He lowered his head and growled softly, a masculine sound that turned her on. He nuzzled his mouth against her folds, she tensed when she felt two fangs brush her clit, and they pressed tight against her skin on either side of it. It seemed to push the bundle of nerves closer to the tongue that teased her with a slow trace of the tip of it. Matty squeezed her eyes closed and her fingers wrapped around the chains of the handcuffs.
He tortured her with flicks of his tongue over her clit until it throbbed. When he applied pressure, pushed the flat of his tongue against it to rub, she tried to buck her hips but the weight of his arms kept her down. She jerked though when he reached up and both of his hands found her straining nipples. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling the taut nipples, and her body tensed.
Moans broke from her lips. His forearms pinned her but his fingers drove her crazy. “Faster. Please?” She hated begging but she wanted to come so bad it hurt.
He refused to quicken the pace. Instead he kept the slow gliding of his tongue until she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her body. His tongue paused until she stopped trembling and the pleasure eased. His hands stopped pinching and instead massaged her breasts, kneading them gently. She gasped when he began again, his tongue fixating on her clit.
“I can’t,” she panted. “Too sensitive.”
He ignored her and she cried out when he began sucking on her instead. Strong tugs of his mouth with the occasional swipe of his tongue made her writhe and moan. She came again, his name bursting from her lips.
“Blaron!”
He mouth pulled away. “Will you marry me?”
“No.”
“I’m not done.”
“You can’t mean to keep doing that until I say yes.” She had a sinking feeling he did. And damn him, he was good at it. She wouldn’t survive hours of him licking her.
“Aye, lass. I do.”
“Bastard!”
He chuckled. “But I’m all yours.”
She gasped when he nuzzled his mouth against her pussy again, his fangs fitting around her clit, and his tongue licked her slowly. Her toes curled, feeling the side of his ribs, and hoped she at least tickled him. Her breathing grew faster as she panted and he refused to let up until she came again. She screamed his name that time. Her body bucked from the intensity of it. He pulled away.
“Matty?” His voice was a little rough sounding. “What say you?”
“Fuck you.”
He growled. “That’s next.”
She gasped when he sat back on his haunches. He gripped her thighs, crawled in closer until they were spread over him, and his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. She stared at him, a little afraid of the dark, dangerous look on his handsome face.
“I won’t hurt you but I have to have you. Say yes.”
She nodded, wanting him. She hurt inside, needing to be filled. The orgasms had been great but they’d felt a little empty. He entered her, her body stretching around his thick cock, and both of them moaned.
His hands slid down her thighs, cupped her ass and adjusted her a little higher on his lap. He rocked them, fucking her deep and fast. His thumb moved to press over her clit and Matty went wild. The sensation of him inside her and touching her clit, his powerful body taking hers, too much ecstasy to handle with the ability to think. She screamed out as she came and opened her eyes in time to watch Blaron throw back his head, his body tensed, and he shouted out her name as he came inside her. He shivered, his muscular, sweaty body the sexiest sight ever, and his chin lowered and their gazes met.
“What say you, Matty?”
She couldn’t form words. She was too blown away by what he’d just done to her and too out of breath. His eyebrow arched as he smiled.
“Again? Okay, Matty. I can go all night and day for you.” He adjusted his hold on her, running his fingers over her lower stomach. “We’ll both learn new limits of how much we can survive.”
He began to move inside her, still hard, this time in slow, long drives, nearly withdrawing from her pussy, only to drive back in deep. He paused there, staring into her eyes, and withdrew. Her fingers clamped around the chains and her back arched. Blaron smiled.
“I’ve had hundreds of years to learn how to please a woman but none mattered as much as you. Think of doing this every night.”
She moaned in response when he brushed a thumb over her swollen clit. Her vaginal muscles clenched, and Blaron groaned.
“Matty, my love, say yes to me.”
She nodded, wanting to come again. His hand released her ass and he bent over her, bracing his arm on the bed next to her ribcage. His mouth took hers in a kiss that was so tender, so passionate, that she wished she could cling to him. Her wrists strained against the handcuffs and she whimpered in protest.
More of his weight came down on her and his fingers brushed hers and she felt a hard jerk on the chain. Her arms lowered when he snapped the restraints. Her fingers delved into his hair, holding his mouth closer while she kissed him back. His hips rocked them into another shared orgasm and he broke the kiss when they both cried out.
“Love me, Matty. Allow me to love you, darlin’.”
