“Now that I finally have you to myself, what am I going to do with you?” he asks seductively.
My heart races and my lips part as I lick them. “I believe you owe me a new and creative form of punishment,” I breathe, referring to my impudence in Monte Carlo over the phone calls.
His eyes narrow as he remembers. “I have not forgotten that, my sweet, but that is for another time, when we have more of it,” he whispers, and I catch my breath. “Right now, all I can think of is getting you into my bed and fucking you senseless.”
Holy Crap! My heart thuds.
“Let’s go then,” I murmur.
Pulling me up, he leads me to the elevator, cursing the Teleporting ban. Once back in the reception, I throw my visitor's badge to Giulia with a quick wave as CK blinks us out of there in a flash.
Half expecting to be in his bedroom at the castle after our conversation a few weeks ago, I’m disappointed to find myself in the penthouse. He doesn’t give me much time to dwell on it though as he swoops in, devouring me. All other thoughts are lost as I kiss him back, my hands working to remove his jacket, tie, and shirt, and his work to unzip my dress and push it down.
“Too long,” he mutters to me in between kisses. “I have waited too long for this,” he reprimands me, but I have to agree. I have seen him more over the last couple of weeks than I have in a really, really long time. Yet we haven’t been together like this since the incident in my office at home weeks ago.
Dropping his fangs, he nips at me, teasing me until he clamps down on my jugular with a vicious snap. He growls in pleasure as I grab him, pushing him to bite harder.
Taking his fill, he releases me. “You taste different,” he mumbles. “Stronger, sweeter.” I start in surprise but think no more of it as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his hand moving to my breasts. Walking us back to his bed, he turns me around, squeezing my nipples roughly. He then pushes me forward, so my hands are on the edge of the bed. A couple of seconds later he is naked behind me, his hands, leaving blazing trails as he moves his fingers ever closer to my aching clit. Pushing down at the same time as he enters me from behind, I gasp and my fingers bunch into the silk throw on his bed.
“I love that you are ready for me with no work,” he rasps, pulling on my hip with one hand while his other entices a clitoral orgasm from me. I cry out as he pounds into my pussy.
Feeling me throbbing against him, he groans, “Oh, Aefre.” Pulling out, he turn me, kissing me roughly. I’m itching to dominate, being so used to the role, but here with him, I do as he tells me. Sinking us to the bed, he scoots us up to the middle, never breaking our kiss. He pins my hands to the bed on either side of my head, and my sire self squirms in protest, but my charge side wins out at his look, and I freeze. He tenses suddenly as his fingers brush over my rings on my left hand. His eyes flick to them and harden, having clearly forgotten they were there and why.
Not wanting him to stop, I lift my head up and kiss him squarely on the mouth, drawing his attention back to my face. “Show me how much you want me,” I whisper. He growls at my intentional use of assertive words.
“It is you who should show me how much you want me,” he declares.
A feral smile crosses my face. “Gladly, my lord,” I say, and he relaxes as I roll us over and proceed to show him exactly how much I want him. Kissing him, licking him, nipping at him, trailing my hands and tongue all over his perfect, hard body. I’m in paradise. Pleasing him is my only mission and I do it. I do it well.
As I pull him up and wrap my legs around him, he obligingly tilts his head in invitation. I drop my fangs and bite him roughly, feeling the immense power of his blood. He tastes so delicious, tangy and yet sweet at the same time. I release him as he guides his cock inside me, unable to wait any longer. I ride him, reveling in the feel of his rock-hard shaft inside me, his body under me, his arms wrapped around me, his tongue working against my own, his lips crushed to mine. I can’t hold on and I come suddenly and ferociously. It drains away all of my tension, all of my concerns, all of the raging. An inky black vortex spirals up around us and my back flashes with a white-hot pain. A vision of the Witch Corinne flitters through my mind. Standing next to her is a very tall man of Middle Eastern descent. “Aefre,” he says clearly in the deep gravelly voice from my dreams. I jolt back to reality when I hear CK’s voice saying my name as he releases his load into me.
“Oh, Aefre. Christ, I have missed you. I’ve missed being buried deep inside you,” he whispers.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I whisper back.
“That was…different. You have such Power now, my love. I have never felt anything like it,” he murmurs in amazement.
Astonished to have amazed my two thousand, seven hundred-and-fifty-nine-year-old sire, I stare at him, speechless.
He smiles softly. “What did you see?”
Perceptive as usual.
“Err, it was odd. A cave, I think. Corinne was there with a man. He said my name and I recognized his voice from my dreams.”
“But you didn’t recognize him?” he asks.
“No. I've never seen him before. I got the feeling though it was a vision of the future. An event that is going to happen. Soon,” I reply.
He is looking at me with interest. “How do you feel?” he asks.
“Better,” I smile lasciviously, and he chuckles.
“I mean…”
I interrupt him, “I know what you mean. The Surge is calmer. The Power was waiting for us to…” I wave my hand between us.
He raises his eyebrow. “Oh, really?”