“I’ll take whatever you give me.” He settles into a tufted cognac-colored chair beside the window. His shoulders are relaxed. He crosses his legs, resting his hands in his lap as a decanter of blood breathes beside him.
I wet my lips. “So self-sacrificing.”
Setting the vibrator on the bed, I reach behind me to unzip my dress. The bodice loosens as I peel it down my chest, deliberately slowing my movements as I roll the fabric over my hips before kicking it onto the floor. Vane’s upper lip twitches. I smile. Ruffling his feathers is my favorite thing to do. He’s right about me being a brat.
I slide my underwear down my thighs until I am completely naked.
My clit throbs as I reach for the wand. I press the button, and the buzzing sound returns. It’s too intense, so I adjust the dial, turning it down until it produces a low, agonizing pulsing. Perfect.
I rise onto my knees, turning my back toward Vane, giving him a generous view of my ass. His arousal hits me through our bond, every bit as hot and demanding as my own. I spread my thighs, straddling his imaginary hips, and slide the vibrator between my legs. The toy grazes my skin, and the first surge of vibration tugs a moan from low in my throat.
I roll my hips, glancing over my shoulder. Our eyes lock. He’s as starving for this as I am. Rocking forward and back, I exhale his name on my next breath. Fuck. It feels too good. My free hand grips the duvet as I ride the little toy, back arching and breasts heaving. We never break eye contact. I’m art come alive, crafted just for him.
“Is this what you wanted?” I rasp.
His ragged breaths shake his chest. He’s barely holding himself together. “I’ve never seen anyone or anything as adoringly perfect as you.”
“I’m not perfect.”
One of his hands strays to his thigh, gripping hard. “To me you are.”
I moan. I love it when he says sweet things like that.
As I continue moving against the vibrator, waves of pleasure crash through me. I gyrate my hips with urgency; my orgasm is so close, a tightening deep in my core. Vane’s jaw clenches. Through our bond, I cantastehis arousal, like pomegranate seeds bursting on my tongue. It’s a dizzy rush, hurtling me toward release.
Fuck. I can almost feel Vane inside me.
“Vane,” I cry, raw with need. “I want you.”
“Soon, my love.”
My breaths are fractured bursts of air. I press down harder, chasing the friction. My world shrinks to the sound of the thrumming toy. I’m so close ithurts.Hips rocking harder, I reach for release.
“I want to see you fall apart for me,” Vane commands. “Say my name when you come. I want to hear it.”
The ache inside me has me by its teeth. I grind helplessly, gasping for more.
“Vane.” His name tears from my lips. Pleasure rips through me. I’m lost in the slick, shattering sensation. Everything is too much, and still not enough. I come, loud and messy, but I know Vane loves every second of it. It’s what we both wanted.
When the final shock wave disappears, I collapse onto the bed. Nudging the wand with my knee, it rolls away, still buzzing somewhere nearby. I breathe heavily into the duvet, unable to move.
Vane’s hand gently brushes over my back, grounding me as I descend from the intense high.
“You liked performing for me, didn’t you?” he asks, prideful.
I manage a small nod against the cover, still too dazed to speak coherently.
“Can you handle more?”
I nod again, more eagerly this time. “Gods, yes.”
“No gods, Desiree, just me.”
Vane’s strong hands position me onto all fours, and anticipation shoots through me like electricity. My breath saws in and out, and Vane runs a finger between my legs. I’m embarrassingly wet. He hums satisfactorily.
“Hurry,” I whine.
Vane sheds his clothes with vampire speed. Heat radiates from his usually cold body as he grips himself, pumping once, twice. I’m pushing my hips back. Only he can give me what I’m desperately craving. With a chuckle, Vane kneels behind me, hands spanning my hips, holding me steady. He drags himself through my wetness, soaking his dick with my arousal. I arch, offering myself more.
