He grinned and pulled me closer as he kissed me lightly, caressing my neck. "I do love to have fun. But no. I do not kill everyone I have sex with. That would be an unnecessary mess. Especially since most of them are my own kind, so it would be pointless.” He rested his left hand on my side. At first, a gentle touch, but then he gripped me as if holding me there. “I don’t tend to play with my food that often.”
I gasped and tried to pull away. “You don’t what?”
He laughed. “I do apologize. It was a jest. I was teasing you.”
I huffed, fighting a grin as I moved closer to him, finding it more and more difficult to resist the pull to him. I reached up, pushing a small lock of hair out from in front of his face. “I’d say I am attracted to you, but I’m sure every woman is.”
He smiled and leaned in close, pressing his forehead to mine. "I think you are absolutely charming and beautiful and strong willed. Yes. I would love to fuck you unconscious. On every surface of this place. Yet I do enjoy talking to you as well." He rubbed my side gently.
I giggled softly. “It amuses me how you deflect from a lot that I say.” My eyes closed, my hand landing on his leg. “But you do? Enjoy talking to me?”
"I do enjoy you, yes." He softly kissed my cheek, his breath surprisingly warm. “Very much. It has been a very long time since I enjoyed someone’s company."
This time, I melted into his lips, a soft moan escaping me. I ran my hand up and down his strong thigh, still worrying slightly about his intentions with me. But for now, I didn’t want to care. Something about being there with him felt familiar, and I wanted so badly to indulge in it. He moaned into my lips, and it wasn’t long before my hand felt his desire for me. He lifted me and held me close, cradling me on his lap.
My eyes opened as I brushed against his rather large member. I coughed slightly, pausing. Slowly, I backed into my seat again and smiled shyly.
"Something the matter?" he asked, his grin growing.
I giggled louder this time, revealing a feminine side he’d not seen yet. “Wrong? No. Well maybe?” I blushed. “You’re just a lot bigger than I am used to.”
His grin heated my core as it became almost sinister. "I am sure we can make it fit nicely. If you wish..." He leaned in to kiss me more.
My blush deepened. "You're determined to have sex with me, aren't you?" I returned his kiss. "Do you have somewhere a little less public? Or because you're a vampire, do you not sleep and therefore have no beds?"
"No one will bother us in here, but if you prefer a bed…" He ran a hand through my hair. "Then you shall have a bed."
He picked me up into his strong arms and began marching me up the stairs. That warmth spread through me again when he pulled me into his body and carried me. I felt safe. But even more, I felt a craving building in me that made my breath hitch.
I held on tight around his neck as we climbed. Brushing his hair away from his neck, I kissed his soft, cool skin several times. With my fingers tracing lines over his chest, he moved quickly, using his speed to climb the six flights of stairs, my touch seemingly driving him on.
Kane opened the door to what appeared to be his master bedroom. Red silk sheets adorned the bed. A thick, black, down comforter covered the large mattress. A number of decorative pillows in the blood red and pitch black color scheme are propped up against the slatted headboard. The entire bed framed by the darkest of wood canopy that cradled yards and yards of a sheer fabric the same color of the sheets. Very few personal effects adorned the room, but between a robe flung over the back of a chair, a journal and writing utensil on the night stand and a single framed picture on the desk, I knew it wasn’t just a random guest room.
The poles were ornately designed. The carvings made to look like the most detailed of tree trunks covered in thorny vines that climb up and across the upper frame. Some of the thorns piercing the fabric, holding it into place.
He walked in and held his hand towards a darkened fireplace. A flame ignited into a fireball in his palm of which he tosses into the waiting logs making them roar to life as he walked his partner to his bed and laid me down.
My teeth chattered softly as he laid me back. But I adjusted back to the pillows, a smirk on my lips and eyes on his, waiting for his next, impressive move.
He stood there, fire at his back, as he disrobed completely in front of me. Not shy about his body in the least, he stood for a moment, watching me as if studying his prey. A wicked grin crossed his face as he stalked over to the bed.
I leaned up on my elbows and watched him approach. I nodded, my smile deepening, taking on a similar, sinister quality. "Nice." I patted the bed next to me, nervous but trying not to show it. My clothes hung on me loosely, the parts he had ripped earlier were starting to fall open as the makeshift tie loosened.
He pulled me by my ankle to the edge of the bed. I giggled and
