His big hand covered mine, stopping me. He was paler, face set in hard lines and for a moment I felt terrible for him.
"Not my lover. Not my kin. And I will end her." He left the room abruptly, as if not wanting to show me that he was capable of the weakness of an actual emotion.
My lids were definitely at half-mast as James strolled back into the room, magnificently nude and carrying a cloth to wipe me clean. There was definitely something about reading the words that rose on his skin that was alternately exhausting and exhilarating.
I still didn’t understand how I - of all boring, ordinary people I was the most boring and ordinary - was the one to read this complex, infuriating monster. How it elevated me, somehow, the connection I felt to the centuries before I was born. But as he swept the cloth gently over my wet center, my breasts and arms, I almost let out a purr before I stopped myself.
“Roll over.”
“Hmmm?”
James took my hips in those gigantic hands of his and flipped me himself, effortlessly. Like I was lighter than the feathers in the pillow I was resting on. I crossed my arms under my chin and linked my ankles together, suddenly uncomfortable.
“What are you-”
I heard the sound of his pen uncapped, it was the expensive one he always kept in his suit pocket. Elegant, and it created the thick scrawl of the signature I’d seen on so much agency paperwork. Back when I worked. Before this.
“It occurs to me,” James finally spoke, “that while you can read me, I can’t do the same with you.” I sucked in a gasp as he straddled me, settling just below my ass and his cock - still heavy and thick, even in its resting state - nestled between my thighs. Fingers trailed up my spine. “That doesn’t mean,” he mused, “that your lovely body doesn’t tell a story.”
“Lovely?” I half-snorted, what was this compliment shit? His hands tightened on my hips, then slowly loosened again. I bit my forearm lightly.Shut up, you idiot!I scolded myself.
James flexed his hips once, twice, rubbing his cock deeper between my legs and I stifled a whimper. But then, I felt the fine point of his pen against my shoulder blade.
“There’s a story to tell here, my sweet doll,” he murmured. His movements were quick, precise and having seen his beautiful handwriting I could picture the characters spreading out across my skin.
“Wh-” I cleared my throat and tried again. “What story?”
He didn’t answer me, but I rested my chin on my hands again, feeling oddly nervous. Really? I was nervous about him simply writing on my back after everything he’d done to me? But the feeling was centered and quite specific, my skin acutely aware of the tip of the pen flowing over one shoulder blade and the other and then trickling down my spine like raindrops. Shifting my hips, I closed my eyes as James delicately traced the ink along my ribcage.
The sensation began to feel more like liquid fire, everywhere the pen traveled along my skin. My brow furrowed. Everything was so …somuch. James hovered so closely that I could feel the heat from his body, borrowed from me, really, after taking my blood. The light sound of his humming occasionally as he wrote. The crackling of the fire - did all vampires have a thing for big-ass fireplaces?
Then, his long fingers combing absently through my hair as the pen traveled lower, looping and scrolling in the soft hollows above my ass, he leaning back to write and pushing his rapidly stiffening cock between my thighs. When he capped his pen with a deliberate ‘click’ and turned me to my side, I let him, watching his grave expression as he lifted my leg over his hip, opening me to slide himself inside.
A sharp, indrawn breath from me and then a question. “When can I see what you wrote?”
His chuckle vibrated from his broad chest into mine, stimulating my nipples into stiff peaks.
“Tomorrow. When I’m gone.”
James…
I watched her changing expressions intently as I slid from her and pushed back in, setting a long, slow stroke that sent my cock into all the tender parts of my doll. She had such a sweet, hot grip on me. She usually refused to look at me when I fucked her, but this time … my doll was watching me too, a little frown between her brows. Whatever she was thinking didn’t interfere with her response. I knew my eyes were cooling to silver as I fought to control myself. The heat of her, the slickness.
“There’s something about being inside you, pet,” I murmured, my hand sliding over her hip to rest on her stomach and pressing in, enjoying feeling the pulse of my cock inside her as I gave an especially sharp thrust. I kissed her as she sucked in a sharp breath, sealing the breath inside her mouth as my tongue played with hers. Angling my hips, I pushed hers out too, intensifying the feeling of my shaft rubbing against the front of her passage and the light flutter of her silky walls along me
“I would bury all of me inside you if I could,” I growled, trying to hold on to my self-control. “Completely immersed in your perfect cunt.” She made the most adorable chirping sound when I spoke to her during sex, I always enjoyed seeing her stubbornly stoic exterior melt into shock as I whispered filthy things to her. I knew she would die of humiliation if she knew she made that little noise, which made me enjoy it even more. Circling her belly button with one finger, I drew my other arm over her chest, her breasts pushing past the width of my bicep.
“Lift your leg higher, my sweet doll.” I was pleased when she actually did as she was told. This stubborn creature never stopped fighting me, stiff and angry in bed until I tormented her enough with my lips, tongue and cock to give into me. I enjoyed the challenge. But tonight … maybe she was soft and pliable because she hoped I’d be torn apart by my Sire. Another choked gasp escaped her and she grabbed my arm across her breasts, just holding on.
“There you are…” I whispered devilishly, reaching so deep inside her passage that my girl was nearly frozen in place. “Ah-ah!” I chided when she tried to move away from the intensity of holding my cock so deep, “You’ll take what I give you. In fact…” my mouth was against the thin skin of her throat and I chuckled, enjoying her convulsive swallow. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you want to come, don’t you, baby?” I gave her slippery clit a brisk pat, enjoying how she clamped down on my cock, tight enough to hold me in place. “I want to bite you again,” I groaned. “You smell so good. Like a banquet.”
And her sass returned, “Th- the opposite of dinner tonight, huh?”
“Oh, you bad girl,” I said, genuinely pleased as my hips slammed against the soft globes of her ass and my wet fingers returned to her center, circling and stroking teasingly in contrast to the almost vicious pace I was using to fuck her. I was an expert by now in my girl’s expressions, the sounds she made, the moans and the way her spine would stiffen, then arch as she came. When she did, my teeth slid into her, separating her flesh like my cock did below and I came too, completely buried inside her in every way.
Wrapping my arms more tightly around her shaking form, I pulled my mouth from her, licking the thin trickle of blood away. I knew she was confused. I always pulled away after sex and went for something to clean her. But this time, I slid my legs against the back of her thighs, resting snugly and rocking her just slightly as she fell asleep.
Meghan…
