He held out his hand and she sauntered over to him. He could not take much more of her visual teasing. He gripped her wrist, tugged her closer so she had to straddle him on the chair. Her burgundy thong was sheer with a lace edge, and spaghetti straps that rode high on her hips. He ached to taste her succulent breasts, and so he did. He sipped and kneaded, caressed and squeezed. Her soft sighs urged him to tease the tender peaks with flicks of his tongue.
He shifted, moved her off his lap, and encouraged her to go down on her knees. Eleni consented. The soft fur of the rug cushioned her knees. While she situated herself in front of him, Julian untied the belt of his black robe. His skin was dark, peppered lightly with black hair. A treasure trail led down his taut abdomen to his cock, which lay semi-hard. His hands bunched in her hair, when she blew along his shaft, making the taut muscles of his stomach twitch in response.
“Take me into your mouth,” he commanded in a voice roughened with desire.
Her eyes on his, she smoothed her hands up his thighs, her manicured nails raking over his flesh. She gripped him in her hands, levered him toward her mouth, and with her eyes locked on his, she rubbed the head of his cock over her lips before she drew him into her mouth.
Julian took a deep breath, spread his legs more to accommodate her, and urged her to continue sucking him. Every stroke of her tongue, every glide of her lips, licked through his body like fire. Her hands rubbed and explored, cupping the taut sac of his balls. She licked her way down the shaft to suckle him there, first one side, then the other, while he writhed on the chair, trying very hard not to show the extent of his pleasure. She took him into her mouth again and took him deep. Her fingers slick from her saliva, she trailed them down his sac, massaged the swatch of skin between his balls and his anus before entering him.
A growl purred from his throat. His eyes opened a fraction, black, hot, watching her continue her ministrations while delving her fingers into his ass. She stroked him, finger fucking him, rubbing him inside while she sucked him ever closer to an orgasm. She tasted the salt of his pre-come, felt him bear down harder on her fingers. A strong hand caught in her hair, urged her to take him deeper. Her lips were burning, raw, and a tense desire had begun to grow inside her, high and sweet. Her clit was hard, her inner thighs slick with her own passion. She wished his cock was pounding into her, taking her hard, without mercy, until she had no other choice but to let go of all her pent up anxiety.
Julian leaned his head back, watching her fuck him with her mouth. His hands stroked her hair, his hips pumped in small motions. His hand rested on the back of her head in a gesture of praise and encouragement. Turned on by the heated look in his eyes, she laved her tongue around the crown of his cock and raked her nails along his corded thighs. Soon, he was lost to the motion. Ecstasy blazed through him, sweet and high, a thousand delicious sensations coaxed forward by those plush, red lips. As his control began to slip away, he serenaded her with his ragged, uneven breathing.
“Ah, yes…” he growled, then stiffened and fell into a tense silence as he reached climax. He came in thick spurts against her tongue, and was left shaking, gasping for breath.
A low moan rumbled in his chest. His expression hazy, he watched her lick every drop of him. In reward for a job well done, he stroked her cheek, his fingers trailing a path to her chin, which he lifted so that she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling fast with her panting breaths. “You’ve pleased me, well,
tyros
.”
Tyros
. Unsponsored one. The name struck her heart like a spike. He let go of her chin, and she sat back on her knees, realizing she still had her high heels on. While he recovered in the chair, she turned around to go pick up her clothes. She trembled with lust, her clit throbbing, begging for attention. She wished he would bend her over the sofa table and fuck her from behind, but it was too soon after her arrival. She couldn’t make demands of him now. Instead, she reached for her dress.
“Leave it.” The command stopped her cold. His eyes watched her like a viper. The robe fell open when he stood up, and she drank in the sight of his lean, chiseled body. “We are not done yet.” He walked around her and across the room to a gold metal screen covering the wall on the right side of the fireplace. He touched a switch she hadn’t even noticed was there, and the gilt screen slid aside. It was the door to an elevator. If he hadn’t shown her, she’d never have guessed. “Get up.”
She did as he said. “My clothes…”
“You don’t need them.”
He expected her to walk through the house wearing nothing but high heels? She glanced at the discarded dress and was about to make a grab for it anyway when he called her down.
“Eleni,” his voice was stern, “I haven’t fucked you yet and I’m becoming impatient.”
Was he trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose? She didn’t want to question his motives, but Rubio had gone out of his way to put her in more uncomfortable scenarios than she cared to remember. And he had done so out of spite. She sincerely hoped that wasn’t one of Julian’s secret kinks.
Feeling exposed and a little awkward, she braced her hand on the side of the leather chair to help pull herself to her feet. As hard as it was for her to trust him, she had no real choice but to give her new Biter the benefit of the doubt.
Julian stood aside to let her into the narrow elevator. When she was inside with him, he slid the grate closed and pressed the button to take them upstairs. As soon as they were in motion, he turned to her and pulled her close to him. Ah, to feel a woman in his arms again, one that was his for the taking, not a borrowed vein from Marguerite’s harem. He found her mouth and kissed her, nipping those full sweet lips still salty from his essence. The warm satin of her skin enticed him to slide his hands along hips and around to the smooth mounds of her buttocks. He pulled her taut against him, flesh to flesh, and nearly groaned. He traced his tongue along her throat, taut amusement curling through him when she stiffened ever so slightly at the gentle scrape of his fangs.
Looking down between them, he ran his finger beneath the side strap of her thong. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Her stomach muscles tensed when he traced his fingers over the sheer fabric, his middle finger sliding soft as a whisper along her moist slit.
“Does that feel good for you?”
“Yes,” she said, breathing in sharply when he repeated the action once more before he slipped his fingers beneath the lace edge of her panties and stroked his way through her folds to find her clit.
Eleni clutched at his shoulders as if hanging on for dear life. Her hands bunched in the fabric of his satin robe while she ground herself against his sure fingers.
She was vaguely aware that the elevator had stopped. But she didn’t care. His mouth was on hers, his hands driving her toward sweet oblivion. Their breathing mingled together in a harsh symphony.
“Oh…” She leaned her head back, heart galloping, frustration driving her toward orgasm. She was so close, so close to coming, the rise of desperation in her blood, needing only a little more to push her over the edge. Instead of giving her the release she craved, he withdrew his fingers, kissed her throat, and stepped back.
“Julian!” she panted, the air cool against her bare skin without his body shielding her. “You…Julian, please…”
“Not yet,” he said, and she felt herself growing peevish with him.
“You’re a tease…” she chastised him, breathless.
To her surprise, he chuckled, a deep, rich sound that danced over her skin and sent a small thrill spiraling straight to her core. Gone was the man who had seemed so angry with her when she had first arrived.
“Do you want me to fuck you in the elevator?” The opposite door had already slid open, revealing a long hallway. He reached out and pushed back the gold grate that barred them inside and gestured down the hall to a set of carved double doors. “My room is just there.” Taking her by the hand, he lured her from the elevator, pulling her up close against his body. “I’d much rather see you naked and panting while splayed across my bed.”
She almost moaned aloud at the mental picture he created with those words. His eyes darkened with a promise of pleasure. Eleni nodded quietly, allowing him to guide her from the elevator and along the shadowy corridor in the direction of the master suite.
A minute later, their bodies tangled together, touching, kissing, caressing, they stumbled through the doorway into Julian’s room. Someone had come up before them to prepare the suite for them. The fireplace blazed, sending orange light high across the dark blue wallpaper, illuminating an antique armoire and a massive four poster bed arranged along the wall facing the fire. Shadows danced in the corners, over sullen tapestries and flowing blue drapes.
Julian bumped the door shut with his knee, and guided Eleni back through the windowless room to the bed. With quick, questing fingers she tried to push the robe back over his shoulders, but his arms were caught in the sleeves, and he made no move to let her slip the garment from his body. No matter, she trailed her hands over his chest and down to his taut abs, reveling in the feel of his muscles jerking at her touch. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him.
The cold satin comforter touched the back of her legs and she shivered. Julian’s gaze zeroed in on her nipples as they peaked, and he leaned forward to flick his tongue over one taut bud then the other.
A ripple of pleasure cascaded through her, and she threw her blonde head back and sighed. Julian growled under his breath, and leaned forward to lick her from throat to chin.
“Are you offering your blood to me,
mon amour
?”
“I yours to take, all of me,” she whispered, her body so hot she thought she might burn to cinders if he didn’t fuck her soon.
Whatever game he played with her, she was no match for it. He seemed to be able to turn his emotions on and off with a switch. First he hated her, now he made her feel beautiful and desirable. She had assumed he would dismiss her after he’d exerted his dominance over her downstairs. Instead, he caressed her breasts, her hips, and thighs, at last turning her around and pushing her down onto the cool mattress so that her ass pointed up into the air.
“Such a perfect view,” he said, the words rumbling low in his chest. He kissed the right cheek, then the left, nipping playfully with his teeth. Then he began to tug at his robe, and at first she thought he intended to strip it off, but all he did was remove the fabric sash.
“What are you doing?” she asked on a breath.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Her heart thumped harder, faster. Shaking, she did as he told her, and felt him wind the strip of satin around her wrists, binding them together. She turned her head to the side to try and get a glimpse of him, but he was too far out of her field of vision. He struck her ass cheek sharply for her efforts, and she stiffened in surprise.
Another growl rumbled from him. “I didn’t give you permission to look at me.”
Despite his fierce tone, he rubbed her stinging flesh with the soothing palm of his hand.
“Sweet Eleni, I’m going to enjoy fucking you,” he said, his voice a deep rumble of need. “Just the sight of you makes my cock hard. Tell me, is that what you want? Your vampire master to fuck you? Tell me how much you want it.”
Eleni swallowed hard, struggling for words. She did want it. More than she cared to admit. Her answer didn’t come fast enough, and he struck her tender buttocks again and again, making her cry out in little mewling notes.
“I didn’t hear you. How much do you want me?”
“More,” she gasped when his massaging hands stroked and soothed her heated bottom, “more than anything.”
Her answer must’ve pleased him. The bed dipped as he shifted his weight, moving so he could drag the straps of her thong down her thighs. He left her panties half way down, so that the fabric stretched taut between her parted knees. Cool air brushed against the hot wetness of her pussy, and in those brief moments, he didn’t touch her. The lack of his hands on her made her feel empty and alone. She moaned, needing him to fill her, to give her some kind of release. “Please, Julian…more.”
He massaged her inner thighs in slow circles with his thumbs, moving higher with each pleasurable movement, until she was dizzy with need. Aching for fulfillment, she moaned a little as he approached her inner thighs and lingered there, rubbing, teasing her, the tips of his fingers faintly grazing her swollen nether lips. It was sheer torture, the way her pussy throbbed for him.
At last, he slid a finger into her, probing deep, where she needed him most. A breathy shudder wracked her body at the high, hot feelings that flashed through her.
“Good, is it? You’re so wet for me,” he commented breathily. “I wager I could make you come with a few strokes like this.”
Her heart beat faster as his fingers explored her moist slit, spearing through her pussy lips to find her swollen clit. He massaged it in sweet, small circles that felt so good it sent a surge of blood throbbing in her temples, the sound a heady drumbeat in her ears. She rubbed herself against his strong fingers in desperation. She was so close to coming, poised right there on the edge, aching for it, needed to come, anything to release her from this carnal spell.
Eleni whimpered when his fingers left her body. He had pulled back to remove his robe..
Her eyes drifted shut, her body tense, her upper lip beaded with cool sweat while she waited for him to mount her from behind. At once, his hand was on her back, urging her to tilt her hips. Trembling, she complied. He spoke guttural words she could barely make out, but the fact that he was driven to swear in her name aroused her all the more.
Behind her, he nudged his cock against her slick opening, and she wiggled back toward him, urging him to take her. Eleni cried out in bliss when he thrust into her hard, just the way she hoped he would.
“Ah, yes,” he hissed, on a sharp intake of breath. Her inner walls clutched at him, and in response, he groaned loudly, his hands biting into her hips. He began to ride her in long, slow strokes.