“We’re leaving this town.” I slide her panties to the side and don’t bother teasing her. Maris wasn’t exaggerating her need or readiness for me. She’s aching. Ripe for me to enjoy every last inch of her. I don’t plan on savouring my wife, not like last night. This will be quick and rough. I’ll take my time with her after we’ve landed in Rome.
Maris shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t go.”
“You will,” I tell her. “You’re mine. Forever at my side, don’t you remember?” I don’t give Maris time to answer me. I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt in her. Her ass hits my hips with a satisfying smack. I lean over her and grab the edge of the desk above her head and start to fuck her. My thrusts are sharp and hard. Maris’ legs fall open, she spreads her legs wider to take more of me into her. That’s my fucking wife.
I grab her face and force her to look at me. “You’re mine, Maris. Where I go, you go,” I remind her. I might have brought my little wife back to herself but I’m no saint. I’m a demon. I’m evil. When I glamoured her I gave myself what I wanted the most. I bound her to my side.
What Maris wants only matters as long as I do too. She will learn this lesson thoroughly at my side. She can remain human all she wants, but it's my face she’ll see at her death bed. My voice will be the last thing she hears. One lifetime, all of them, it’s all fucking mine.
My hand on the desk tightens and I feel the wood splinter. I pull the desk down while I move forward. I’m punishing her now with how hard I’m fucking her. Even with me holding it in place, the heavy desk moves an inch and then another from the force of my thrusts.
I press my body down to hers. I can feel the jolt of her body, the jiggle of her tits with every pump. God. She feels like heaven. I bury my face in her neck and bite her, blood flows into my mouth. Maris is all around me, in my mouth, on my cock, beneath me. I suck her lifeforce down and feel Maris shatter beneath me. Her hips jerk and her pussy clenches. That’s all that it takes for me cum inside of her. I empty into her and keep thrusting. One, two, three hard pumps into her with my cum leaking out of her and onto my desk. Maris’ heart is beating so fast, I feel it slamming against her chest.
Badum, badum, badum.
“Look at me.” Beneath me my wife whimpers, her breath is ragged, she’s gasping for air. Maris looks at me. The glamour settles on her. I don’t even bother to hold it back. But still, Maris tries to fight it.
Maris moans, she shakes her head. “No. Julian, please. No.” She tries to close her eyes.
No.
My poor wife thinks she can tell me no. My sweet, sweet, foolish wife.
I crush her body to mine and whisper in her ear. “Yes.Yes, my wife. I’ll never let you go. From this life to the next you are tied to me, and I say we go.”
I told her exactly what I was, didn’t I? Not human, but a demon. Evil.
She’ll learn.
Forty
MARIS
Julian just fucked the absolute shit out of me. I’m wrecked, my pussy aches and he bit me.
“Yes, my wife. I’ll never let you go.”
I shiver and watch him as he cleans me of the cum he just stuffed me full of. How can he go from brutal and possessive to caring and gentle like this? He’s like Jekyll and Hyde. Desire hums in my body when he cups my pussy and lifts me off his desk like I’m a princess and not a whore he just fucked on his desk. I should be thinking about how to run away from him, find a way to stop whatever glamour vampire-devil-dick-magic he’s worked on me but I’m not. Instead, I lean into his touch and let him fuss over smoothing my dress down my hips.
I want him.
It doesn't matter why or how. I want him.I love him.
The realization is a tough pill to swallow. I’ve never been in love before. Sure, I liked Billy and there were varying stages of lust and infatuation but love him?
Never in a fucking million years. I don’t even care that Julian glamoured me. That he did it again just now. I can feel it humming inside of me like a tether to him. It’s subtle but it’s there. I don’t fight it. I welcome it into the space that’s beenempty for so long. Being full of Julian is better than not, even if I haven’t figured out how to convince him to stay in Vesper Point.
It’s not the town that I want to stay near. It’s the house. It’s calling, whispering to me to get back to it. I can feel it even now, the pull is snuggled up right beside where Julian has made himself at home. I press a hand to my chest and try to understand it. Maybe it’s just that I’m exhausted, that I want to be somewhere safe.
Anyone would if they passed out in the ER.
Julian kisses me and immediately I melt into him. My worry about the house vanishes the second his mouth touches mine. I wind my arms around his neck and open my mouth to him when he licks my bottom lip.
“Stay here. I’m going to go finish up in the ER and then I’m taking you home. I’d leave now but we’re already attracting too much attention.” Julian moves to go to the door but I stop him with a hand on his arm.
“You never told me what you were doing to Donna. The cold, Julian.”
He puts a hand on mine and gives me a sad smile. “That’s for later.” I start to protest but he lifts a hand to stop me. “I’ll tell you and you’ll tell me about the window.”
