feel sultry, dirty, and powerful. They made her feel like she was in control of her own life for once. They made her feel like she was taking charge of what was going to happen, even if that meant submitting to him.
Submission was, in some ways, a form of power. She was just choosing to give Samuel her power. He, in turn, would give her other things.
Himself, maybe.
His love, his attention.
His body.
His dominance.
“Grab your ankles,” he said. She hesitated for a brief moment simply because she’d never been asked this before. It would make her vulnerable and open, but she didn’t mind. Not really. Not when she thought about it.
Samuel would ask her many things, she thought, and she should be ready for them, for him. She should be ready to respond to him without even thinking about it. She should be ready to do as he asked.
Celia reached down and gripped her ankles, resting her cheek against her arm. She was completely open to him. No more secrets. No more hiding. He could see everything she had to offer and more.
She heard him move.
He was still wearing the robe. She felt the soft silk against her body when he got close to her. Then she felt his fingers on her waist.
“You’re beautiful and sweet,” he said, running his nails down her spine. “I almost hate to defile you.”
Then he plunged his cock inside of her.
Eleven
Celia had never been so filled. She didn’t expect Samuel to fuck her so quickly or so completely, but he did. He fucked her until he was close to coming, then he stopped. He grabbed her, pulled her to the bed.
“On your back,” he murmured. She complied, arranging herself in the middle of the bed, and he climbed over her. Samuel slid back inside her tight channel, fucking her slowly now, deeply.
Celia was close to coming. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her. She had only felt like this one other time, but it hadn’t been this intense, this passionate. Her whole body tightened as Samuel moved over her. He nipped at her neck and shoulders, teasing her. He kissed her lips and she knew they were plump and swollen from their shared passion.
“I’m going to bite you,” he whispered in her ear, licking her lobe slowly.
“I know.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll make it feel better.”
“You don’t have to.”
And then he did it. Celia closed her eyes. She didn’t see his fangs elongate, didn’t see him move closer to her, but she felt him. His cock was throbbing inside of her and he was holding her tightly to himself. Then he slid his tongue over her neck, wetting the spot he planned to bite her.
Celia thought in that moment she’d never felt quite so alive or cherished. It was strange, really. She was in a vampire’s bed about to be vampire food, and all she could think about was how special and perfect and naughty she felt. She had searched for a long time to find something that filled her in this way, but she’d never found it. Not until now.
Drinking, random hookups, even the occasional recreational drug: none of them had made her feel the way Samuel was making her feel in this moment. Those things had numbed her momentarily, but Samuel was igniting her. He was bringing her to life. He was forcing her to feel.
Then his teeth were inside of her. The pain of his sharp canines breaking her skin was harsh and fast. She gasped at the intrusion, at the feeling of his teeth inside of her, and she arched up against his body.
Samuel began to suck from her, and that’s when everything became hazy. That’s when everything began to feel good. That’s when Celia’s body began to spiral out of control.
She climaxed, coming hard against him. She clenched his cock between her legs and cried out as the orgasm washed over her body. Oh, it had never been like this before. Even when she’d been with the other vampire, with Toby, it had never been like this.
She was drugged, high on him, and nothing would ever compare to the
Submission was, in some ways, a form of power. She was just choosing to give Samuel her power. He, in turn, would give her other things.
Himself, maybe.
His love, his attention.
His body.
His dominance.
“Grab your ankles,” he said. She hesitated for a brief moment simply because she’d never been asked this before. It would make her vulnerable and open, but she didn’t mind. Not really. Not when she thought about it.
Samuel would ask her many things, she thought, and she should be ready for them, for him. She should be ready to respond to him without even thinking about it. She should be ready to do as he asked.
Celia reached down and gripped her ankles, resting her cheek against her arm. She was completely open to him. No more secrets. No more hiding. He could see everything she had to offer and more.
She heard him move.
He was still wearing the robe. She felt the soft silk against her body when he got close to her. Then she felt his fingers on her waist.
“You’re beautiful and sweet,” he said, running his nails down her spine. “I almost hate to defile you.”
Then he plunged his cock inside of her.
Eleven
Celia had never been so filled. She didn’t expect Samuel to fuck her so quickly or so completely, but he did. He fucked her until he was close to coming, then he stopped. He grabbed her, pulled her to the bed.
“On your back,” he murmured. She complied, arranging herself in the middle of the bed, and he climbed over her. Samuel slid back inside her tight channel, fucking her slowly now, deeply.
Celia was close to coming. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her. She had only felt like this one other time, but it hadn’t been this intense, this passionate. Her whole body tightened as Samuel moved over her. He nipped at her neck and shoulders, teasing her. He kissed her lips and she knew they were plump and swollen from their shared passion.
“I’m going to bite you,” he whispered in her ear, licking her lobe slowly.
“I know.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll make it feel better.”
“You don’t have to.”
And then he did it. Celia closed her eyes. She didn’t see his fangs elongate, didn’t see him move closer to her, but she felt him. His cock was throbbing inside of her and he was holding her tightly to himself. Then he slid his tongue over her neck, wetting the spot he planned to bite her.
Celia thought in that moment she’d never felt quite so alive or cherished. It was strange, really. She was in a vampire’s bed about to be vampire food, and all she could think about was how special and perfect and naughty she felt. She had searched for a long time to find something that filled her in this way, but she’d never found it. Not until now.
Drinking, random hookups, even the occasional recreational drug: none of them had made her feel the way Samuel was making her feel in this moment. Those things had numbed her momentarily, but Samuel was igniting her. He was bringing her to life. He was forcing her to feel.
Then his teeth were inside of her. The pain of his sharp canines breaking her skin was harsh and fast. She gasped at the intrusion, at the feeling of his teeth inside of her, and she arched up against his body.
Samuel began to suck from her, and that’s when everything became hazy. That’s when everything began to feel good. That’s when Celia’s body began to spiral out of control.
She climaxed, coming hard against him. She clenched his cock between her legs and cried out as the orgasm washed over her body. Oh, it had never been like this before. Even when she’d been with the other vampire, with Toby, it had never been like this.
She was drugged, high on him, and nothing would ever compare to the
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