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no consent to take what they wanted.”
“And you forget that I lived in those times as wel and was glad to get past them. I’d almost forgotten what it was like having to kil al the leeches like you when your pesky little hearts would beat for me.” She cast him a look of pure venom. “But it’s coming back to me.”
When she bent down to wash off her knees, he crossed to sit on the marble bench at the end of the shower, watching her move. “If I weren’t a vampire and we had no history, would your body be aroused by mine?”
She’d just stood fuly to lift her face to the water. At his words, she clenched her jaw.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she grated.
“Good. Come here. Closer.” When she’d finaly sidled over, he commanded, “Kneel once more.”
“You can’t make me do this,” she hissed even as she obeyed.
“I’m not going to make you do anything. I wil never force you to touch me or force myself upon you,” he explained while her expression turned disbelieving. “No matter how badly you’ve treated me. In fact, just to make this harder on you, I wil never touch you or kiss you unless you ask me for it. This wil be that much sweeter when you reach to put your hands on my cock or beg me to fuck you.”
“Never.”
He ignored her protest. “If at anytime in anything we do, you want to deepen the experience, for instance by climbing up here to straddle me, I give you leave.”
“Are you off your meds?” she snapped, but he could tel she was nervous.
He gently cupped her face with both hands, thumbing her glistening bottom lip. “Touch yourself.”
She gasped, her hand flying to her skin as though magnetized. She stroked up and down between her breasts.
“Lower,” he commanded. Her fingers snaked down her flat stomach though she clearly resisted the order. “Lower.”
She twitched from the fight, but she obeyed, her fingers descending to her sex.
“Open your knees wide and pleasure yourself as if I wasn’t here.”
“Don’t,” she whispered, even as she spread her knees to run her delicate finger against her flesh. His cock pulsed and the head grew slick. After long moments of simply staring in awe as she began trembling and her eyes grew silver, he rasped, “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He felt electricity roling from her, pricking at his skin, revealing how much pleasure she was experiencing, and it quickened his own need. He bit out, “Inside. Put your finger inside.”
When her finger slipped inside her sex, she threw her head back, crying out.
“Two fingers. Deeper.” He clenched the edge of the bench, and the marble cracked under his grip. “Harder.”
She obeyed, this time throwing her head forward, hair cascading over his torso as she moaned against his cock. Her tongue flicked out while she panted against him.
“Ah, deeper. Faster…”
She moaned around him this time, because she’d taken the head into her mouth. She continued to work her body with one of her hands, her fingers sliding in and out of her heat. Her other hand was al over him, wickedly seeking, her lips so moist and plump and hungry, behaving just as he’d suspected she would….
His Bride was on her knees, her fingers deep inside her body at his command, sucking greedily at his cock. He bit out, “Do you want me to touch your breasts?”
When she nodded eagerly, he grated, “You have to ask me for it.”
Her fingers slowed, and she released him from her lips, though her head was stil bowed. He didn’t want her to stop, knew he’d pushed too far.
“I want to, Myst. I want to have my hands on your beautiful breasts. I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he admitted.
She hesitated, her body quivering. “Wil you touch them?” she breathed, then set right back to her ministrations. He choked out a groan when she kissed al around the head wetly with her tongue, as she might his mouth. She took him with such abandon that he knew she was on the
“And you forget that I lived in those times as wel and was glad to get past them. I’d almost forgotten what it was like having to kil al the leeches like you when your pesky little hearts would beat for me.” She cast him a look of pure venom. “But it’s coming back to me.”
When she bent down to wash off her knees, he crossed to sit on the marble bench at the end of the shower, watching her move. “If I weren’t a vampire and we had no history, would your body be aroused by mine?”
She’d just stood fuly to lift her face to the water. At his words, she clenched her jaw.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” she grated.
“Good. Come here. Closer.” When she’d finaly sidled over, he commanded, “Kneel once more.”
“You can’t make me do this,” she hissed even as she obeyed.
“I’m not going to make you do anything. I wil never force you to touch me or force myself upon you,” he explained while her expression turned disbelieving. “No matter how badly you’ve treated me. In fact, just to make this harder on you, I wil never touch you or kiss you unless you ask me for it. This wil be that much sweeter when you reach to put your hands on my cock or beg me to fuck you.”
“Never.”
He ignored her protest. “If at anytime in anything we do, you want to deepen the experience, for instance by climbing up here to straddle me, I give you leave.”
“Are you off your meds?” she snapped, but he could tel she was nervous.
He gently cupped her face with both hands, thumbing her glistening bottom lip. “Touch yourself.”
She gasped, her hand flying to her skin as though magnetized. She stroked up and down between her breasts.
“Lower,” he commanded. Her fingers snaked down her flat stomach though she clearly resisted the order. “Lower.”
She twitched from the fight, but she obeyed, her fingers descending to her sex.
“Open your knees wide and pleasure yourself as if I wasn’t here.”
“Don’t,” she whispered, even as she spread her knees to run her delicate finger against her flesh. His cock pulsed and the head grew slick. After long moments of simply staring in awe as she began trembling and her eyes grew silver, he rasped, “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He felt electricity roling from her, pricking at his skin, revealing how much pleasure she was experiencing, and it quickened his own need. He bit out, “Inside. Put your finger inside.”
When her finger slipped inside her sex, she threw her head back, crying out.
“Two fingers. Deeper.” He clenched the edge of the bench, and the marble cracked under his grip. “Harder.”
She obeyed, this time throwing her head forward, hair cascading over his torso as she moaned against his cock. Her tongue flicked out while she panted against him.
“Ah, deeper. Faster…”
She moaned around him this time, because she’d taken the head into her mouth. She continued to work her body with one of her hands, her fingers sliding in and out of her heat. Her other hand was al over him, wickedly seeking, her lips so moist and plump and hungry, behaving just as he’d suspected she would….
His Bride was on her knees, her fingers deep inside her body at his command, sucking greedily at his cock. He bit out, “Do you want me to touch your breasts?”
When she nodded eagerly, he grated, “You have to ask me for it.”
Her fingers slowed, and she released him from her lips, though her head was stil bowed. He didn’t want her to stop, knew he’d pushed too far.
“I want to, Myst. I want to have my hands on your beautiful breasts. I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he admitted.
She hesitated, her body quivering. “Wil you touch them?” she breathed, then set right back to her ministrations. He choked out a groan when she kissed al around the head wetly with her tongue, as she might his mouth. She took him with such abandon that he knew she was on the
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