“Please,” I said, trying to part my legs and finding them still trapped between his. He kissed and sucked at the tip of each finger, letting me brush over his fangs, and staring up into that full black gaze with just the thinnest sliver of blue at the edge was like staring up at the moon in the dead of winter. “I want more,” I begged. My chest was tight, and my breaths were short, heat and wetness pooling at my center.
Auguste’s teeth grazed down my index finger to the soft flesh crossing to my thumb. This time when he bit, I screamed. It felt like fire, and I tried to wrestle away, but his hand held me fast, probably keeping me from tearing my own skin as I tried to pull away. When he drew on the thin flesh with a deep pull of his lips, tongue caressing the skin, I felt it all the way down to my toes and my eyes fell shut with a shaky sigh.
“All right?” he asked, pulling away for a moment before sucking again and making me whimper. All the burn vanished under his cool mouth.
“More,” I whispered.
He chuckled, cleaning the bite on my hand that throbbed and echoed the beat of my pulse straight down into my cunt. “Roll over,” he said. He pushed up off the bed, and I blinked at the sight of him.
“You’re still wearing the apron,” I said, a giggle rising up in my throat. Even better, the apron was tented obscenely at me. I looked down at my lap and found flour caked over the skirt of my dress. Pity, although I was past the point of caring what happened to the dress for the night.
Auguste grinned, quickly undoing the ties and letting the apron drop to the floor.
“Shirt too,” I said, testing the waters. How many instructions would I be allowed to give?
He raised an eyebrow. “Roll over like a good girl, and you’ll find my hand between your legs before I take the next bite.”
I rolled over immediately. I could try to win power another time. For now, I only wanted relief. But I heard a little rustle of fabric, and when I glanced over my shoulder, Auguste was peeling his shirt off his arms, revealing dark hair across his pale chest and a tight stomach with a beautiful cut of muscle at his hips.
“Happy?” he asked, and I nodded, beaming at him. “Pull your arms free of the dress.”
I did and bit my lip as his fingers worked at the buttons running down my back. He peeled me out of the dress, taking every excuse to let his hands run over my skin, fingertips teasing at my hip bones and ass and thighs until I was naked on the bed and the dress was sliding with a hiss down to the floorboards. I stretched on the mattress, trying to work out some of the tension, trying to find a little friction.
“You’re exquisite,” Auguste said. This time when he joined me on the bed, he parted my legs to fit between them.
“You’re taking too long,” I answered, flashing him my grin.
The suggestion didn’t change Auguste’s pace. If anything, he slowed down, taking even more time as he drew patterns on the skin of my back with the tip of his tongue. When I tried to relieve the ache in my clit against the top of the bed, Auguste cupped his hands around the backs of my thighs, holding me still. He kissed and nibbled over the round of my ass, and his thumbs stroked at the crease of my thigh, just avoiding touching the swollen lips of my pussy. I whimpered and begged against my fists as his mouth moved down my legs.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted. There were frustrated tears in the corners of my eyes and a cramp starting in my belly. I squeaked as Auguste licked behind my knee, my foot kicking against the mattress. His right hand slid suddenly under me, rubbing over my swollen flesh and catching at the fluid that pooled beneath me, the pair of us moaning.
“You’re soaking the bed,” Auguste growled out.
“I told you,” I answered in a smaller, broken growl of my own.
“Merde,” Auguste hissed, pressing a finger up inside of me. We both heard the wet slide of the touch, and I immediately began to move myself on his hand, taking advantage of every second he let me. When he pushed another finger inside, I sobbed in relief. Finally, finally.
“Don’t stop,” I said, nearly shouted, so afraid he would change his mind.
He sucked at my pulse, moving his free hand to keep my leg from kicking again as he pumped inside of me with the other. I knew what was coming, but I was too focused on his fingers fucking into me to worry about the approaching bite. The telltale bright tingle of pleasure was building inside of me, my lips falling open and small, aching cries falling out.
When he pulled his hand free and sank his fangs into my vein, I cursed and thrashed. Auguste snatched my flying hands, keeping them tight in his grip, my body bowed back so he could drink and hold me still all at once.
“You prick!” I snarled, even as he soothed over the bite. There was still an answering sensation in my cunt, but it wasn’t enough, not to push me over the edge I’d been careening toward just a moment ago.
He pulled away laughing and rolled me onto my back, pushing me farther up the bed and throwing my squirming legs over his shoulder. I grabbed onto his hair and pulled hard, but Auguste’s grin only grew wider.
“Well Underwood failed to mention this,” he said.
“Auguste, no more teasing,” I said, my voice breaking. “I can’t take it.”
His face sobered, and he bent his head, kissing just below my belly button. “All right, mon coeur. No more teasing.”
My sigh was watery as Auguste finally took pity on me, his fingers pushing in again, slow but steady. His mouth landed on my clit, tongue flicking out and swirling with a clear purpose. I didn’t release my grip on his hair, I wasn’t giving him a chance to deny me again. I needed to come. No one had ever taken this much time working me up. I’d never even had the chance before. And while it was wonderful and might be fun another night to let Auguste tease me to his heart’s content, the week had felt like one long game of foreplay while I was alone.
“Like that,” I said as Auguste zeroed in on a spot that made me clench and tremble around his fingers. “Like that, please don’t stop. Yes, yes, yes.”
His touch curled inside of me, pressing up and catching at another delicate place that left me wordless and arching up, lightning thrills running through me.
“Oh fuck, Auguste!”
I came, and there was a burst of wet heat but it was me, soaking Auguste’s hands and lips. I felt a scratch against the lips of my sex, and then Auguste was nuzzling at the crease of my hip for a beat. His fangs weren’t painful this time, not as they had been before. Now that sudden jolting stab was one of ecstasy, and I gripped the back of his neck tight. Every draw of blood seemed to be another echo of my orgasm, and I gasped with each mouthful he took, shuddering on the bed, until he was sated and his fingers inside me were still.
“Sweet girl,” Auguste said, but there was something dark in his tone. He sat up, and I could see him staring at me, at the mess I’d made. He drew his fingers out of me and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Does that feed you too?” I asked, surprised.
Auguste grinned at me. “It feeds my ego,” he said, petting at my wet flesh. “Are you satisfied, mon coeur?”
It took me very little time to think of my answer. It was a relief to finally come, but my body remained simmering.
“No,” I said, watching as Auguste’s eyes widened. I pushed back on his shoulders until he was falling back onto his elbows. There was a great deal to appreciate about Auguste, shirtless and shocked on my bed, but my eyes narrowed in on the still very present erection tucked away in his trousers, and I went immediately for the buttons.
“Don’t misunderstand,” I said, fiddling with Auguste’s pants until they were down to his knees. His cock stood proudly, and I was fairly sure that all the blood I’d given him thus far had headed straight in that direction. He was longer than most and beautifully girthy, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. “That was wonderful. And now I want more.”
“Esther,” he started, and then his mouth dropped open as I took him in my hand and settled myself over him, pressing his stiff length to where I was dripping from release. I slid myself against him, coating him in my own fluid. He sat up, reaching for my hips, and I caught his wrists, pushing them back to the bed.