But for me? It's a whole new level of fucked up and filthy, and I am here for it.
I lick my swollen lips, savoring the musky, sweet, and salty taste of Rhyland's arousal. It's a flavor I'll never tire of, a reminder of how he came down my throat, hot and hard and pulsing with pleasure. And the knowledge that we had an audience? That strangers were watching our little pornographic performance? Well, let's just say it adds a whole new level of 'hot damn' to the proceedings.
My eyes dart around the room, a shiver of excitement racing down my spine as I feel the weight of countless gazes upon me. It's like being caressed by invisible hands, each pair of eyes leaving a trail of heat on my skin. The air feels thick with desire, charged with an electric current of lust and anticipation.
But before I can fully bask in the intoxicating attention, Rhyland's strong hands are on me, pulling me up with an urgency that steals my breath. His lips crash against mine with a ferocity that makes my knees weak. It's not just a kiss—it's a claiming, a marking, a declaration to everyone watching that I am his and his alone.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, chasing the taste of himself, and I moan shamelessly, melting into his embrace. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, snaking up my ribcage until they find my aching, swollen breasts.
The taste of him—dark, rich, and sinfully delicious—floods my senses, drowning out everything else.
At this moment, with Rhyland's arms around me and the heat of strangers' gazes on my skin, I feel more alive than ever. It's dangerous, thrilling, and utterly intoxicating. As Rhyland's hands roam my body, leaving fire trails in their wake, I know this is just the beginning of a night that will push us both to our limits and beyond.
I groan as he kneads the sensitive flesh, my nipples hardening into tight, desperate peaks. I never thought Rhyland would be okay with this, with letting anyone else see me naked or pleasuring him. But I can feel it through our bond, the way he's pushing past his discomfort, his possessive instincts, all for me. For my fantasy.
And hell, if that doesn't make me love him even more.
I pour everything I'm feeling into our bond, letting him feel the depth of my desire, the intensity of my need. I show him how much this turns me on, how much I crave his touch, taste, and everything. And how, no matter who else might be watching, no one in this world or any other will ever compare to the man who holds my heart.
The man who gives me the most mind-blowing orgasms and is currently devouring my mouth like a starved animal.
When I teased the waiter earlier, I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew I was pushing Rhyland to the brink, testing the limits of his control. But even still, his reaction scared me as much as it aroused me.
To know I can still get under his skin and drive him to the edge of madness with an innocent flirt. It's a heady, intoxicating feeling. And the way he's so fiercely protective of me, so unapologetically possessive? It's like a drug, and I'm a hopeless fucking addict.
He's going to make me pay for my little stunt, and I'm going to love every damn second of it.
Because this man, this beautiful, infuriating, dominant Viking vampire? He's mine. And I'm his.
Rhyland wastes no time, lifting me onto the table like I weigh nothing. I'm at the perfect height now, my pussy lined up with his hungry gaze as he sits on the bench in front of me. He pushes my dress up slowly, teasingly, before spreading my legs wide and exposing me to the room.
My eyes dart around once more, my pulse racing. And sure enough, we've still got quite the captive audience. It's like we're the main attraction at some high-end, adults-only circus, and everyone's got front-row seats to the show.
One guy in particular catches my attention, and holy hell, talk about multitasking. He's got his cock buried so deep in some girl's throat. I'm half convinced she's going to need a breathing apparatus. But despite his, uh, current engagement, his eyes are locked on me with an intensity that could melt steel.
I feel a flush creeping up my neck, my skin prickling with heat under the weight of his stare.
"Eyes on me, baby."
I quickly look away and focus on Rhyland as he reaches for the glass beside me, plucking an ice cube from its depths with a wicked glint in his eye. I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as he slowly drags the frozen cube up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of icy fire in its wake.
I flinch at the sudden chill, a gasp escaping my lips as goosebumps erupt across my sensitive skin, my nipples pebbling painfully. Before I can even process the sensation, Rhyland's hot tongue is there, lapping at the moisture left behind, chasing away the cold with the searing heat of his mouth, his beard tickling my inner thigh in the most intoxicating way.
I moan, my head falling back as he works his way higher, his tongue tracing intricate patterns on my trembling flesh. He repeats the process on my other thigh, the contrast of hot and cold sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through my veins.
I feel his blood coursing through me, heating me from the inside out until I'm a writhing, panting mess of need and desire. The taste of his blood—spicy and sweet, cinnamon and chocolate, and I can see why their blood is so addicting—an aphrodisiac. My pussy aches, empty and clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. My nipples are so hard, pebbled peaks begging for his touch, his mouth, his teeth.
And the need to come, to finally find release after hours of teasing and denial, is so strong that I can barely breathe. I'm on the edge of something huge, something earth-shattering, my body wound tighter than a bowstring.
Rhyland pulls away, his mouth leaving my skin with a final, teasing lick.
I whimper, my hips bucking up off the table in a desperate search for friction, for anything to ease the ache between my thighs. Rhyland chuckles, his Nordic-blue eyes dark with the promise. He places the ice cube back into the glass.
Rhyland pulls my lacy underwear to the side, baring my aching, needy pussy to his gaze, and everything else fades away.
Yes, fucking finally!
"Look at me, baby," he commands, his voice low and rough with desire. My eyes snap to his, getting lost in the swirling depths of blue, the love and arousal I see there stealing the breath from my lungs. "Watch me while I devour what'smine."
