I have no panties on. The V between my thighs feels open, vulnerable, and my pussy is already hot and wet—ready to be filled by him.
The heavy door swings open silently, and Lucian stands there for a moment, filling the frame.
My breath catches in my throat. My Vampire Don is wearing nothing but a pair of tight black leather trousers that mold to the powerful muscles of his thighs and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, showcasing the formidable bulge of his arousal.
His chest is bare, a landscape of pale, sculpted muscle and a few silvery scars that tell the story of his past…the story of the man who is about to claim me forever. His dark eyes find me instantly, glowing with a possessive heat that makes my whole body clench with anticipation.
Oh God, I want him so much!
“Are you ready, little one?” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the stone floor and straight into my bones. “Ready for me to Bond us together completely?”
I feel my heart pounding, a wild bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, but I feel no hesitation—only utter certainty.
“Yes,” I breathe, looking up at him. “I’m ready. I’m ready to give you whatever you want—ready to give you everything.”
A slow, predatory smile touches his lips.
“Good girl,” he growls, the praise sparking a fresh wave of heat between my legs. “Then let’s get started.”
Moving with a vampire’s silent grace, he takes my hand and leads me to a sturdy, freestanding frame of dark, polished wood and gleaming steel that is shaped like a capital X. It has wide, padded cuffs for my wrists and ankles, connected by a network of adjustable straps and gleaming silver buckles. The cuffs are lined with something impossibly soft, like brushed suede. Lucian settles me against the frame. He’s leaning over me and his presence feels overwhelming, but I want more.
“Arms up, sweetheart,” he instructs, his voice gentle but leaving no room for disobedience.
I lift my arms, and he secures the wide cuff around my left wrist, buckling it snugly but not painfully. He does the same with my right, then attaches the wrist straps to corresponding rings on the overhead bar.
Then he moves to my ankles, kneeling before me.
The sight of him there, between my spread legs, his face so close to my exposed pussy, makes me bite my lip. He fastens the ankle cuffs with the same care, then connects them to rings on the lower parts of the X, spreading my legs wide.
Finally, he adjusts a final strap that goes around my waist, connecting to the frame at the small of my back, offering support so my weight isn’t solely on my limbs. I am suspended and completely open—displayed for him like some kind of pagan offering. I’ve never felt so helpless…or so hot.
He stands and leans close to me, his bare chest just inches from my face. He strokes my cheek with the backs of his knuckles, his touch infinitely tender.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks again, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Ready to have me in you? All of me?”
The directness and the raw ownership in his tone, sends a jolt straight to my center.
“Yes, please!” My words come out in a breathless moan. “I want you. Take me, Lucian!” I beg.
“I will, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes going dark with desire, “But first, I want to taste you. I want to savor the flavor of my bride before I claim her.”
He sinks to his knees before me again, and this time, he doesn’t pause. He leans in, and his hot, wet tongue delivers a long, slow, devastating lick from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit.
“Oh!” I gasp, my body jerking against the restraints. The harness holds me firmly—a delicious paradox of bondage and liberation. I can’t move, I can only submit.
Lucian feasts on me with a focused, carnal hunger—his tongue circling my clit, flicking it, then plunging inside me to gather more of my juices. I wish desperately that I could touch him—that I could run my hands through his hair and pull him closer, but I am restrained and deliciously helpless. He can do anything he wants to me, and I can’t stop him.
The knowledge unravels me completely.
“So sweet,” he groans against me, the vibration making me moan and buck against him. “Your perfect little pussy is dripping for me. Begging for my cock. Isn’t it?”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, applying a steady, rhythmic pressure that has me sobbing, my hips straining futilely against the straps.
He licks me until I am a writhing, pleading mess—until the pleasure is a white-hot coil low in my belly, about to snap. He brings me right to the very edge, holding me there, teasing, and then… he stops.
“Lucian, please!” I moan. “I was getting so close!”
“I know, sweetheart. But I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
