When Raoul finally pulled his fangs from my neck, I whimpered at the loss. He licked the wound closed, his tongue rough and thorough, then captured my mouth in a bruising kiss. I tasted copper—my own blood—and moaned into it.
"More," I begged when he broke the kiss. "Please, Raoul, I need?—"
"I know what you need," he said, his voice rough with his own desire. His pace increased, his cool cock driving into me harder now as he gripped my hips. "Cum for me one more time. Give me every last drop."
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I was so overstimulated, so wrung out, that I didn't think I had another orgasm left in me. But my body proved me wrong. The pleasure built impossibly higher, tightening in my core until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was feel.
When I came, it felt like my soul left my body. Everything went white, then dark, then exploded into color. I heard myself cry out, distantly, as if from far away. My hole clamped down onRaoul's cock like a vice, and he groaned, spilling inside me with deep, grinding thrusts, adding his seed to the rest.
We stayed locked together as the aftershocks rolled through us both. Raoul's cool forehead pressed against mine, his dark eyes boring into me with an intensity that made me feel seen in a way I never had before.
"Extraordinary," he whispered. "You're absolutely extraordinary, William."
I couldn't respond, too blissed out to form words. He carefully withdrew from me and I felt the final indignity of his cum joining the others, leaking from my thoroughly used hole. I should have been mortified. Instead, I felt satisfied in a bone-deep way I'd never experienced.
Raoul gathered me into his arms, arranging us so I was tucked against his cool chest. One hand stroked my hair while the other rested possessively on my hip.
"Rest," he murmured. "We have all night, and I'm not nearly done with you yet."
I should have been alarmed by that statement. Instead, I felt a thrill of anticipation as my eyes drifted closed, exhaustion finally claiming me.
When I woke up, I had no idea how much time had passed. The candles had burned lower, and Raoul was still beside me, watching me with those dark, fathomless eyes.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
I took stock of my body. Sore, definitely. Used. But also... alive. More alive than I'd felt in a long time.
“Good,” I nodded. “Tired, but good.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he smiled, kissing my neck softly. “I’ve had a meal brought up for you,” he added, gesturing across the room.
I glanced over and saw a table with two chairs, a covered dish on one side with a large pitcher of what looked to be iced tea.
“You’ll need to eat something to recover the blood I took from you.” He helped me sit up in bed, my ass still sore from its beating. “And while you do, we can talk.”
“About what?”
“Well,” he said, kissing my neck again. “I’d like to make you another offer.”
“An offer?”
“Yes,” he nodded, lifting his gaze. “I wondered if maybe you’d like to go on a proper date with me. And then maybe… do all of this… again?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “ I would, but I’m not sure I’m supposed to be dating clients.”
He just smiled back. “Then I guess we’ll have to keep this our little secret, won’t we?”
I laughed, the sound coming out rougher than I expected, my throat still tender where his fangs had pierced. "I think I can manage that."
He helped me to my feet, steadying me when my legs wobbled. Everything below the waist felt like jelly, and I was acutely aware of the mess leaking down my thighs as I walked naked across the room to the table. Raoul pulled out the chair for me with old-world courtesy that seemed at odds with what we'd just done.
Under the covered dish was a perfectly cooked steak, bloody rare, alongside roasted vegetables and crusty bread. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn't eaten since lunch.
"Eat," Raoul encouraged, settling into the chair across from me. "You need to replenish your strength."
I didn't need to be told twice. The first bite of steak was heaven, rich and savory. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I started eating, and I had to force myself to slow down and not inhale the entire meal.
Raoul watched me with obvious pleasure, chin resting on his hand. "I enjoy watching you indulge. You deny yourself so much, William. It's refreshing to see you simply take what you want."
