way being with Samuel felt.
Celia was aware of everything in that moment: the way his dick continued to pulse inside of her, the way his breath felt on her neck, the way his nails dug into her skin. Her entire life paused and then, just as suddenly as it had stopped, it began again.
Samuel came inside of her, filling her with his seed. His cock hardened and pulsed and she felt every bit of it between her legs. She cried out, gripping his yellow hair with her hands. He took her wrists and pinned them above her head, drinking from her as he came inside of her.
And then it was over.
It was done.
She was his completely and forever.
He sealed the puncture wounds with his tongue. The healing components in his saliva began to work immediately and Celia could feel her skin closing back together. She doubted she’d even have a scar. In a few seconds, there would be no evidence she’d ever been fed from.
The only thing she’d have to remember were the memories they made tonight.
And Celia never wanted to forget.
***
He lay in bed for a long time after she fell asleep. He didn’t let his dolls sleep with him. Ever. That was nonnegotiable, not that anything ever was negotiable with Samuel. That wasn’t the way he worked. Vampire Lords were unmovable and harsh. They had to be in order to survive. He had an entire mansion of beasts who would be ready to take his place if he showed even the slightest weakness.
Something told Samuel he had found his weakness.
He didn’t want to like Celia, didn’t want to feel this close to her. He didn’t want to have the urge to protect her, yet he did. She was unlike anyone he’d ever met and their connection had been instant. She was fierce and brave, but soft and submissive. When it came to him, he knew she’d do anything he wanted, anything he needed.
And what he needed was her: all of her.
He shouldn’t feel this way.
Couldn’t.
Fucking Gordon.
What the fuck was he thinking, bringing this sweet girl back to him? She was a doll: nothing more. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything for her. He already did, though. He already wanted to protect her, care for her. He already wanted everything she could give him.
And that frightened Samuel more than he was ready to admit.
Harper had fucked him up, broken him. Harper had been everything to him and then she was gone. There was a reason there weren’t more female vampires. There was a reason he wasn’t supposed to turn people, especially not women.
Never women.
Samuel got up and put on his robe. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that around her. He looked back at Celia once more, spread out on the bed. Her dark hair looked lovely sprawled across the red pillowcase. He wanted to stay with her in bed forever, but that couldn’t happen.
He couldn’t let it.
He might be a king without a queen, but there was a reason he was alone. He might never be able to tell Celia the truth. He might never be able to make her understand why tonight couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t feed from her anymore. She would have to go back to the doll room.
She would have to.
He left the bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him. As Samuel walked down the hallway, he allowed his thoughts to drift. It had been years since Harper died, but it felt like only a day. She had been sweet and tender, like Celia, but she hadn’t been as strong. He already knew that. He had loved Harper more deeply than his cold heart should have allowed, but he couldn’t argue with the way he felt.
She had been his darling.
“Don’t do it,” Gordon said, coming to walk alongside Samuel.
“Don’t do what?” Samuel growled.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about. I know that look. You’re going to regret it.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“Let’s get a drink.”
“Fine.”
Samuel knew his friend was going to start hammering on about something and he could use a drink if he was going to have to deal with Gordon.
Celia was aware of everything in that moment: the way his dick continued to pulse inside of her, the way his breath felt on her neck, the way his nails dug into her skin. Her entire life paused and then, just as suddenly as it had stopped, it began again.
Samuel came inside of her, filling her with his seed. His cock hardened and pulsed and she felt every bit of it between her legs. She cried out, gripping his yellow hair with her hands. He took her wrists and pinned them above her head, drinking from her as he came inside of her.
And then it was over.
It was done.
She was his completely and forever.
He sealed the puncture wounds with his tongue. The healing components in his saliva began to work immediately and Celia could feel her skin closing back together. She doubted she’d even have a scar. In a few seconds, there would be no evidence she’d ever been fed from.
The only thing she’d have to remember were the memories they made tonight.
And Celia never wanted to forget.
***
He lay in bed for a long time after she fell asleep. He didn’t let his dolls sleep with him. Ever. That was nonnegotiable, not that anything ever was negotiable with Samuel. That wasn’t the way he worked. Vampire Lords were unmovable and harsh. They had to be in order to survive. He had an entire mansion of beasts who would be ready to take his place if he showed even the slightest weakness.
Something told Samuel he had found his weakness.
He didn’t want to like Celia, didn’t want to feel this close to her. He didn’t want to have the urge to protect her, yet he did. She was unlike anyone he’d ever met and their connection had been instant. She was fierce and brave, but soft and submissive. When it came to him, he knew she’d do anything he wanted, anything he needed.
And what he needed was her: all of her.
He shouldn’t feel this way.
Couldn’t.
Fucking Gordon.
What the fuck was he thinking, bringing this sweet girl back to him? She was a doll: nothing more. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything for her. He already did, though. He already wanted to protect her, care for her. He already wanted everything she could give him.
And that frightened Samuel more than he was ready to admit.
Harper had fucked him up, broken him. Harper had been everything to him and then she was gone. There was a reason there weren’t more female vampires. There was a reason he wasn’t supposed to turn people, especially not women.
Never women.
Samuel got up and put on his robe. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that around her. He looked back at Celia once more, spread out on the bed. Her dark hair looked lovely sprawled across the red pillowcase. He wanted to stay with her in bed forever, but that couldn’t happen.
He couldn’t let it.
He might be a king without a queen, but there was a reason he was alone. He might never be able to tell Celia the truth. He might never be able to make her understand why tonight couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t feed from her anymore. She would have to go back to the doll room.
She would have to.
He left the bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him. As Samuel walked down the hallway, he allowed his thoughts to drift. It had been years since Harper died, but it felt like only a day. She had been sweet and tender, like Celia, but she hadn’t been as strong. He already knew that. He had loved Harper more deeply than his cold heart should have allowed, but he couldn’t argue with the way he felt.
She had been his darling.
“Don’t do it,” Gordon said, coming to walk alongside Samuel.
“Don’t do what?” Samuel growled.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about. I know that look. You’re going to regret it.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“Let’s get a drink.”
“Fine.”
Samuel knew his friend was going to start hammering on about something and he could use a drink if he was going to have to deal with Gordon.
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