"You like that, little one." It wasn't a question, he knew, and I couldn't deny it.
I nodded and smiled, licking my lips, trying to taste him still lingering on them.
That must have been the right answer because he began to thrust harder, deeper. I cried out both because it hurt, but also because it was the most pleasurable pain I'd ever experience.
"Are you okay?" This time it was a question. He slowed, waiting for my response.
I lifted my hips, begging for more. "Don't stop."
A grin spread across his face as he rammed into me, giving me what I asked for. I returned the motion best I could, despite being physically exhausted. I didn't care. I was lost to him.
I could feel myself climbing to a climax, every nerve ready to explode. I couldn't tell if the moans I heard were his or mine. It didn't matter. I was completely lost in him. And when he thrust again, I knew I was close.
He plunged one last time; his fingertips pressed into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. A deep groan settled in his throat, growling in pleasure as he lost himself in me again. The sensation had me falling over the edge. I clung to him, pulling him closer as I cried out, my head tilting back, sweat dripping as I fell back onto the bed.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead before rolling us to our sides. I collapsed, my breathing shallow and heart rate going like a hummingbird’s wings.
"Thank you for that." He kissed my hand and sat up. “But you should eat and recuperate. I am afraid that I could break your fragile body if I continue to have you as I want. We can continue later after you’ve eaten and replenished your energies if you wish.”
I took a deep breath. “Probably a good idea.” I cleared my throat and tried to get comfortable, adjusting to not having him entwined with me. “If I need a shower or food or whatever, what do I do? And where am I staying? Oh! And what do you do for work and all that? What will I need to know while you’re away?” I rapid-fire shot questions at him.
“You are adorable.” He chuckled at me. "I have made my fortune over the centuries. I am a Vampire King. You just slept with Royalty." He smirked, patting my leg.
“Cocky,” I bluntly stated, but it was so hot. Vampire King. I playfully chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him.
He stretched his arms up over his head, his lean muscles flexing. "You are free to sleep here, of course. The servants can bring you whatever you want if you just pull that rope by the bed and ask. The bathroom is through that door across the room. The mountain has a natural hot spring, so you can have both naturally hot or cold water from the sink and bath."
“Do you let all of your sex toys stay in your chambers?” I sat on the side of the bed next to him and eyed the rope, thinking about food and water. Not waiting for a reply as my stomach growled again, I got up and tugged the rope. Figuring it would be a little while before anyone came, I walked, naked, over to the fireplace and warmed myself by the dying fire. “And where shall I keep my things?”
He watched me walk, clearly enjoying the view by his expression. "I don't normally let them stay here no. Normally they would have left in the night… if human, typically their bodies carried away by one of the servants. As far as your things are concerned, they can stay in here as well. There is room."
I turned back to him. A slight nudge of fear flashed through my body. But when I saw him admiring me standing there, completely naked, I realized how at ease I felt around him despite the clear dangers. There was no malice in how he looked at me, only desire… and something else. Something that resembled admiration. Something also rather familiar, yet I couldn’t quite place it. “Mind stoking the fire for me? Or should I do it myself?”
He walked up next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist, sending another ball of fire into the logs, catching them ablaze. “As you wish.”
I jumped when a redheaded woman walked in without knocking, unprepared to have an audience. It would not have been difficult to see my reaction to being seen naked... and for him to be so exposed in front of another woman? It didn’t settle well with me. She stood off to the side of the doorway, waiting for instructions. I assumed she was there due to me having pulled the rope by the bed. My eyes went wide as they bounced between him, the bold female and my own body. I hated to admit that I was more than perturbed that he was so brazen in front of another woman. I wasn’t normally a jealous woman, but hell, I just spent the night with him and felt a small claim. As strange as it was, my body pressed against his as if wanting to take a larger claim.
I wanted to ask him why she was allowed to freely come in without regard for our privacy. Why he didn’t boot her to another room for not knocking… or relegating her to a worse fate. But I didn’t want to ask in front of the woman. And a part of me didn’t want to know. But it irritated me that he was okay with
