“As you wish, Katherine,” he replied, his voice barely more than a deep rumble.
She licked up the length of him again and he hummed his approval. She was right. Watching her pleasure him was addictive. As she teased him with soft sucks and kisses his need grew. He knew what it felt like when she wrapped her hot mouth around him and he yearned for it now. He sucked in a breath when she slowly gave him what he craved and slipped his thick head past her lips and into her mouth. When she slid him in further and his cock stroked along the back of her throat, his eyes widened.
The knowing look in Katherine’s eyes told him she had been waiting for his reaction to this and she was pleased with what she found. When she slid his length out and sucked him back down her throat again, he groaned loudly into the room. When she moaned in response he cursed.
“Fuck Katherine. God, do that again.”
She repeated the action over and over again, gradually picking up the pace.
Fuck she could take him deep.
Each repetition had him groaning and fighting with the need to hold her head between his hands and thrust himself into her waiting mouth. The granite beneath his hands cracked and Katherine abruptly stopped, pulling her mouth away from him.
“Please, again,” he spoke hurriedly.
He was begging. Lord Lucian Nightingale, centuries-old vampire and man known for his tight control was begging her to give him pleasure. He needed it like he needed her heart to beat for him.
She grinned wickedly and took him into her mouth again, his cry of relief echoed in the sparse room. Her tongue rubbed against him as she sucked and the wet friction drove his need spiralling higher. Her hand continued to stroke him into her mouth while the other lightly cupped his balls, rolling them gently. His fangs grew in his mouth and he saw her eyes light with desire at the sight. She moaned long and low in her throat as she sucked him, her eyes looking up at him with molten intensity. His hands flew from the counter and tangled in her hair as he gave in to the need to pump his hips into her hungry little mouth.
He held back his strength as much as he could but his climax came racing towards him with every bump of his thick head against her throat. Katherine gripped his waist and held him tightly as he roared out his climax. His eyes held hers as he continued to loudly give her his release. She swallowed his pleasure and gently lapped at his length. His grip on her hair relaxed and he stroked his fingers through it as she languidly, sucked, and teased out the last of his orgasm, while he panted heavily.
“I need you in my bed. Now,” Lucian ground out. He wasn’t nearly done with her yet. He would never be done with her.
A knock sounded on the door. Lucian’s head snapped in the direction and a heavy sideboard flew across the room, blocking the door from opening.
“Your delivery, Mr. Nightingale.” A muffled and started voice called out from the other side.
“Leave,” Lucian growled out fiercely.
No one would ever see his Katherine like this. No one would ever hear what happened between them. Their passion was theirs alone.
A small giggle drew his attention. Katherine beamed at him from where she had stood and nestled herself against his side.
“I think he got the picture.”
“Sorry. I’m feeling protective,” Lucian muttered moodily as he rearranged himself and did up his fly.
“Don’t apologise. I quite like seeing your feathers get ruffled,” she smiled at him again and kissed him on the cheek, before unbuttoning his shirt.
“Careful darling, I might just take you over this counter if you carry on what you're doing?” Lucian warned, his cock already stirring again at the prospect.
“Or,” Katherine began, as she took his shirt and wrapped it around herself, “you could magic the sideboard away from the door and bring me my dinner?” She smiled coquettishly as she buttoned the shirt and went to hop up onto the cracked and damaged countertop.
Lucian frowned and placed his hands on her waist, lifting her and placing her further along the work surface.
“The stone will be sharp. You might hurt yourself,” he kissed her hungrily and ran his hands up under the shirt and cupped her breasts. They truly were magnificent. Warm, heavy, and soft in his hands. He loved how easily he could tease her nipples into tight little peaks with the slightest touch or stroke of his tongue.
Katherine broke from their kiss and laughed, “Go. Dinner. Now. You might have eaten tonight but I am starving!” She dismissed him playfully, not before peppering him with a few soft, playful kisses.
The reminder of him having fed from her caused conflicted emotions. Guilt and shame at what he had done warred with the undeniable tremor of pleasure that he felt at just the thought of tasting her. He shoved down his unease and reminded himself of his vow never to drink from her again. He would protect her and ensure her happiness.
“Of course. Forgive me,” he smiled and bowed towards her, before sweeping the sideboard aside with an ease that surprised even him.
Katherine clapped her hands and bounced where she sat perched in his kitchen.
“That is seriously cool, you know that right?”
“You don’t find it unnerving?” Lucian called over his shoulder to her as he opened the door to pick up the delivery bag.
“Maybe at first I was a little shocked, but now I know it's just part of who you are. A very cool part. What else could you move? Could you move me?” She asked, cocking her head to one side thoughtfully.
“Potentially,” Lucian shrugged as he returned to the kitchen. He fixed her with a quick look and her legs popped wide open on his silent command.
“Lucian!” She gasped and then laughed. “Dinner. Remember?” She
