“You did.” Vlad grabbed her wrists, halting her magic. “I lost too much blood. I need to drink, that’s all. Once we eat, I’ll heal completely.”
“Oh, okay….” Belladonna trailed off, gathering her resolve before she continued. “Or you could drink from me.”
Vlad pushed Belladonna off his chest and sat up, staring into her eyes as he held her an arm’s length away. “This isn’t like the last time I drank from you,” he said. “That was merely a taste, but this? I could end up draining you because your blood is my drug of choice. You’re so fucking sweet, so unbelievably delicious. I crave you constantly, and drinking from you when I’m starving isn’t a smart idea. I love you for offering, and I want nothing more than to sink my fangs into that pretty throat, but I won’t risk your life.”
“But that’s just it.” Belladonna shifted closer to him, contorting her fingers in a spell, and vibrantly colored electricity sparked from her palm in a mesmerizing display. “The wards can no longer contain my magic. When you drink my blood, our connection grows, and when our bond is strong, so is my power. With how much magic I have pulsing through me, you could never drain me.”
“Be careful, little witch,” Vlad warned, his gaze turning predatory. “What you’re asking for is dangerous. I will neverpurposely harm you, but my craving for you, combined with my hunger… you might see a terrifying side of me.”
“It was just Halloween,” Belladonna whispered conspiratorially. “What if I enjoy being scared? What if I want you to frighten me?”
Vlad seized her biceps and yanked her close as his predator emerged. “Are you sure you want this, wife? Are you one hundred percent certain, because if even a small part of you is hesitant, I can’t?”
“I want you to drink from me,” she confirmed.
“Do you promise to stop me if you change your mind?”
“I won’t change my mind.”
“Promise me anyway.”
“I swear it.”
“Good fucking girl.” Vlad grabbed her hips and yanked her into his lap, and with one swift motion, he gripped the collar of her shirt and ripped. The fabric tore in a long slit, falling off her shoulder to reveal her breast. Vlad’s eyes filled with lust as he stared down at her stiff pink bud, and then he lunged for her.
Belladonna gasped as his mouth latched onto her nipple, but it turned into a moan as he sucked it deep into his mouth. His tongue danced over the hard peak, and within seconds, she was writhing on his lap. Her breaths came fast as her body flooded with arousal, and Vlad released her aching peak with a wet pop.
“Your blood tastes sweeter when you’re aroused,” he growled against her breast. “I fucking love the way you taste, wife. Don’t worry. Because you’re my mate, this won’t hurt.”
Belladonna wasn’t sure what he meant until his fangs descended. She yelped as they grazed her skin, and then Vlad slipped his hands up her back to hold her firmly against his mouth. His fangs pierced her, and he growled as he began to drink. Belladonna hissed in surprise, but he was right. Itwasn’t painful. It was pure bliss. His fangs on her breast were as arousing as his tongue on her nipples, and while it surprised her that he hadn’t bitten her neck, she was glad he hadn’t. She thought she might pass out from the intensity, though, and suddenly all she could focus on was how hard he was beneath her. His impressive body was completely bare, and all she wore was his ripped shirt. Nothing separated them as she started to writhe, sliding over his impressive length as he drank, and with a wicked grin, she realized that if she ground against him, the head of his cock would slip inside her aching core. He was the biggest man she’d ever seen, thick and long and almost too much to handle, but she was destined for him. She knew she could take him.
She rocked forward, but as she moved, she caught sight of them in the mirror. They were sideways on the bed, their images unobstructed in the glass, and she fixated on her bare legs straddling his. On her exposed breast. On his fangs drinking her as his tattooed hand guided her hips. It was the single most arousing thing she’d ever seen, yet the reflection gave her pause. She stopped moving, and Vlad instantly registered her hesitation.
“Talk to me,” he said, pulling back from her skin, and she stared at the bite mark on the swell of her breast with fascination. For a second, she forgot her nerves and focused on the idea of her body covered in his bite marks.
“Belladonna,” Vlad's deep tone pulled her from her imagination.
“It’s the mirror.”
“You don’t want to watch?” His eyes flicked to the glass, and he grinned at her through his reflection. “You look fucking beautiful riding me. Don’t be shy. You are a magnificent sight to behold.”
“I’m not shy,” she said, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to meet her real gaze. “I’ve wanted to watch you fuck me inthis mirror since my first night in this room, but I keep picturing the other women who slept here. I’m not mad that you had a life before me. You’re much older than I am, so it’s not jealousy… it’s just I see them when I look at the glass. I know I’m special to you, that I’m different, but the mirror makes me feel weird.”
“Every woman pales compared to you.” Vlad leaned forward and kissed her reverently. It was a kiss filled with respect and emotion, and Belladonna sank into his arms, basking in his love.
“I know,” she whispered against his mouth.
“But let me make myself very clear. I’ve never been married, nor have I ever drank from a partner. You’re the first and only one to hold those honors, and I’ve never invited a woman into this bedroom.”
“You haven’t?” Belladonna’s eyebrows shot up.
“Not until you.” Vlad gripped her hips and rocked her slowly, making it impossible for her to focus. “This room is my sanctuary. The place I want to share with only my mate, so you, little witch, are the only woman I’ll fuck in this bed. When you look in that mirror, know it’s only ever been you. It will only ever be you.”
“Vlad...” Belladonna lost all inhibition and tangled her hands in her husband’s hair. She dragged his head back down to her breast, watching in the mirror as the vampire she loved sank his fangs into her. That same overwhelming bliss shot through her, and she slid against him until his cock pressed against her opening.
“Good girl,” Vlad growled against her skin. “Take me, wife. Take me deep.”
“You feel so good,” she gasped as she angled her hips and plunged down on him. Both of them moaned at the incredible sensation, and Belladonna paused at the sudden sting. Her husband was so big that he stretched her toher limits, but she loved the way he filled her to overflowing, and unable to resist, she began to ride him hard.
