Authors: Chris Lange
“This is too much, I won’t resist…”
The soft touch of his mouth left her as he raised his head to look at her erect breasts, at the expression on her face. He smiled then, the sincere gesture drilling her heart.
“Hush, kitten. Close your eyes and let me love you.”
She did just that. This time he licked one of her inner lips from one end to the other. Moving on to her other lip, he nibbled it with agonising slowness before pinching it between his teeth.
She let out a cry, a deep sensation igniting in the pit of her stomach to travel to her overexcited pussy. He sucked her into his mouth and thrust his tongue between her lips as if he felt the strong emotion running through her body. Her arms and legs quivered. Shaking with tremors, she bit her lip to refrain from yelling.
Her whole body strained from the delight of his ravenous touch. He kept a tight hold on her ass to steady her. Hands firm around her buttocks he leisurely moved his tongue inside her hot sheath, licking the offered flesh, sucking her from the inside out. The lingering sensation of wild pleasure that had grabbed her by the guts shot up to a new level, and she braced herself.
As he lapped quicker, she cried out. Her shout stopped him. He retreated and the abrupt departure of his mouth caused her to open her eyes in a rush.
Stiffening her spine to look at him, she wondered if he thought he had hurt her in any way. So when his face appeared in her field of vision, her heart missed a beat. And when he spoke, her pulse raced.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
Although desire and excitement were written on his features, she briefly toyed with the idea of him frustrating her again. As much as she wished to trust him and believe in him, he remained unpredictable. Then she saw the glimmer in his eyes, the peculiar glint that told her what she craved to know. He didn’t mean to frustrate her. He wanted to become unforgettable.
As the realisation hit her, her eyes widened. With a slight move, he pulled her buttocks apart before dipping his head down. A single lick on her breached pussy and the smouldering fire in her blazed high.
Resting her head back against the ledge of the tub, feeling heat coming off the handles she gripped like an anchor, she shuddered in anticipation. But the licking had ceased and his next words seemed to caress her ears.
“Hold it for me. Hold it until I say otherwise because I want you to come like you never have.”
She listened to him. She contracted her muscles when he kissed her belly button, his tongue inflaming her skin from navel to pubic hair. But when he closed his mouth around her throbbing sex, an irresistible surge rushed to the surface and threatened to explode. He stilled. Focused on holding off her orgasm, she gasped hard.
“I can’t…”
The raging fire seemed to feed on her every nerve, to become alive from the simple pressure of his lips. She saw streaks of light behind her closed eyelids and thought she’d pass out.
“Yes, you can, just a little longer. Do it for me.”
He had talked and she hadn’t yet registered that he wasn’t touching her anymore. The heated metal of the handles appeared to stick to her palms. She clutched them tighter, her nails digging into her skin. But she didn’t feel the slightest pain, her mind riveted, fastened to the inferno seething between her thighs.
Then he blew into her cunt. She writhed in his strong grasp, blurting out high-pitched wails that sliced through the quiet room. She trembled so violently she felt his hands leave her buttocks to circle her waist. Her insides ablaze, her ragged breath singing her lungs, she panted.
“Please, please, I can’t wait anymore.”
“I know, kitten. I’m gonna touch you now, and I want you to burst in my mouth.”
His much-needed words almost propelled her over the brink. Teeth gritted, she arched her back, belly rising, pussy in line with his mouth and tongue. All her muscles locked in expectation of his final move she squeezed her lips when he didn’t touch her.
Her clitoris kept throbbing, her whole body shuddering from an inner tension she wouldn’t be able to repress a second longer. For the love of God, what was he waiting for? Yet she held in the forceful heat now irradiating her flesh to the point where she thought she’d lose her mind.
Apart from his hands around her waist, she couldn’t feel him or hear him. Why wasn’t he touching her? Why? And just as her delirious pussy gave up on waiting for him, his tongue penetrated her. Hard and sleek, it shot up her cunt like a rocket.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The world burst into glittering pieces. A liberating scream whooshed up her throat as her juices poured out into his mouth. Her legs and arms thrashed uncontrollably, splashing water on her face and breasts. Dying from sheer pleasure she kicked, but he bore her convulsing body while he suckled the sweetness of her excruciating release.
Then she did pass out. A brief black-out, a few seconds of consciousness robbed from her. When she opened her eyes and raised her head, her body floated on the warm water, suffused with an incredible sensation of completion. She wasn’t holding the handles anymore, but her spread-out arms also appeared to be floating. She felt whole, satisfied beyond imagining and completely in love with the vampire above her.
Bent over hers, his face showed traces of concern. Did he think she would actually die from pleasure? As she focused on the sensual curve of his lips he smiled. And this time the king of the Overworld didn’t look smug. He looked elated.
“Welcome back, little girl. You had me there for a while. Here, sit down a minute.”
Hands on her shoulders, he guided her down until her butt came in contact with the bottom of the tub. Her eyes never left his face. This man had just given her unbelievable pleasure, yet while he now gently fussed over her he touched her very core—the vulnerable soul she bared to him. Almost as if sensing her pure emotion, he raised an eyebrow.
“Happy?”
Happy was a feeble word. Ravished out of her mind would have been more like it. Swallowing to cool her dry throat, she exhaled. Her long sigh brought a new grin to his face. Beyond looking elated, his features also showed an expression of longing she had come across on several occasions.
Overwhelmed by her body’s reactions, she had forgotten about him. She glanced down. He was sitting on his heels and, at once, her eyes caught sight of his erect cock pointed at her, of the width of his rod enlarged by the clear water separating them. She might have stared at it for a long time had he not broken the silence.
“I’m sorry. Watching you come has been a very exciting experience. I just need a little time to cool off.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. The monarch of all vampires was apologising because she had turned him on? Although well aware he had satisfied her needs, he seemed prepared to brush aside his own pleasure—to let her rest, to give her freedom. Holy mackerel, how had their complicated relationship been turned around like this?
Of course he had drained her energy, but the fierce desire in his eyes had her pulse quickening. Like a serpent awakening from a shallow slumber the vibe stirred in her stomach. Guided by instinct as much as renewed lust, she sat up straight and reached out.
“What are you doing?”
In spite of his decision to turn a blind eye on lovemaking, his voice sounded rougher than usual and he didn’t seem able to take his eyes off her hand, halfway between them.
“Hush, your Majesty. Close your eyes.”
He did. And he sighed when she encircled the base of his dick, her fingers coiling around the solid member. He felt so stiff in her hand that the inner vibration lurched. He moaned when she stretched the skin upward, and a sudden wave of heat tickled her pussy.
Surprised at her own readiness, she began masturbating him. Her fingers moving up and down, alternately clenching and relaxing, she loved the way it felt. She didn’t go fast. She just relished the thought of giving him pleasure while she watched his reactions. He winced every time she brushed the crown of his dick with her fingers. He bit his lip and moaned when she picked up speed to increase his growing excitement.
The hardness of his cock in her hand brought back the full desire he had momentarily appeased. The opportunity to watch at leisure his beautiful face had her wet in less than a minute. The more she caressed him, the more insistent the vibe became.
Without letting go of him, she brought her free hand forward. Fingers splayed out, she began rolling his dick between her palms. Liv’s breathing quickened and hairs rose on the nape of her neck when he groaned.
Why was she only discovering now the gratification of giving a hand job? His usually smooth brow lined in unison with the movements of her palms, his eyelids twitching from enjoyment, his full lips parted to release ragged breaths, the skin on his knuckles stretched white because he was gripping the ledge of the tub like a maniac. Even if she lived to be a hundred this memory would be carved in her mind.
In awe of the sexual influence she had on the mighty vampire king kneeling before her, she removed her left hand to enclose the top half of his cock with her right hand. Fingers firm but gentle, she concentrated her rubbing on his sensitive crown.
He uttered a sharp grunt. Brow creased, lips pressed together, he looked on the verge of losing control. A ripple coursed through him from the tendons of his neck down to the base of his fingernails. His pecs flexed and hardened, sticking out like iron squares. His biceps bulged, contracting the muscles of his forearms.
On both sides of her, she heard a cracking noise as his clawed fingers dug into the now deformed ledge. Watching him, a sense of wonder filled her at the thought of the power she held in her hands. The power she held over him. But something else caught her attention.
Open-mouthed, she watched his features shift. She stroked the tip of his cock and the skin over his cheekbones appeared to strain while his face acquired a radiant golden shade. She masturbated him a fraction faster and watched with delight two long fangs appearing out of his mouth. When his elongated eyes flew open, the freckles seemed to swim in the surrounding darkness.
With his intense gaze boring into hers, devouring her, she became a shrine of desire. Placing one of his hands around hers to halt her movements he licked his fangs with his tongue.
“I want to be inside you. I need to feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock. I’m so hard for you.”
Her heart lurched. Her clitoris throbbed. The muscles in her pussy quivered. Letting go of his rigid sex, she started at the abrupt hammering of her heart when he cocked his head towards the handles behind her.
Reminded of the tremendous orgasm she had already experienced, a fierce jag of excitement ran down her spine when the term ‘handles’ crossed her mind. Lying back, she grasped them while he moved between her open thighs, his erection aimed at her hole.
When his tip touched her, tremors of anticipation made her shiver. When he breached her, the forceful sensation of his unyielding cock shook her whole body. In unison, his hands contracted around her waist as he uttered, “Hell, this feels so fucking good!”
She couldn’t have found a better way to put it. As he began going in and out of her vibrating hot sheath, her mind relinquished all control and her emotions took charge. His deep thrusts affecting her very core, she became a ball of flame in his hands.
Unable to take her eyes off his striking vampiric features, she stopped blinking. His rigid dick kneading her damp flesh, the thought of making love to him for the rest of her life hit her. To top it all, the idea of spending her days and nights by his side excited her even more. His words hit home when he cursed.
“Fuck! You’re so damn hot I could make love to you forever.”
Her body contracted as he slightly shifted to shove his sex deeper into her. With each thrust his cock grazed her feverish clit. With each thump he gave her a pound of his love.
She heard her own cries blended with his raw grunts of pleasure, as if from far away. Just as the vibe began meshing with a surge of wild sensations rising from her loins, she perceived a decrease in his physical intensity. Like stars twinkling in the night sky, the freckles in his eyes seemed to caress her face and his ragged voice penetrated her bubble of happiness.
“Hang on, kitten!”
“Why?”
Without waiting for an answer, she had already tightened her hold on the handles.
“Because you’re in for a hell of a ride, baby.”
She felt his firm grip on her hips, a second of hesitation, and her world exploded with mind-numbing pleasure. Consumed from the inside out like a living torch, she writhed in his hands, her body thrashing about, her heart reeling, her spirit submerged in the realms of an inconceivable orgasm. And as a torturing bliss conquered her, she heard his blissful outcry just before words of love flowed out of her mouth. Her love for him.
Time lost reality. Reality lost meaning. Like a feather gliding down from the vault of heaven, she came back to her senses. When she opened her eyes, he was licking the spot on her neck where he had bitten her. He raised his head and a mellow sensation infused her with love. Eyes elongated, skin colour matching the precious stars in his gaze, he regarded her.
“You love me?”
His tone only conveyed sobriety and something else that she didn’t dare call hope. Although his question sounded genuine, she had been treated offhandedly too often to acknowledge it out loud just yet.
She blinked. Looking around she realised she was sitting in the tub again, not holding the handles anymore. He knelt between her spread legs, and she hadn’t even felt him come out of her.
“What happened? I mean, what was that?”
He stroked the bite on her neck one last time before straightening up. Raising an eyebrow, he grinned.
“High-speed vampire love.”
Eyes wide, she stared at him until he took her in his arms and stood her up on her feet. Naked, he strode to the closet to bring back two bath towels. Then he enveloped her shivering body before resuming.