My body settles as the aftershocks fade. He soothes my trembling legs with gentle strokes, his touch tender now where it was demanding moments before.
"More," I whisper against his mouth, surprising myself.
"Patience, sweetheart. I want you to come while you're riding me."
The endearment makes my eyes sting behind the mask. He calls me that at home, in our bed.
This evil, evil vampire.I’m holding back the urge to scream, and cry and hit him all at the same time.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and Svenn just watches me like some dark god. The smirk curling at the corner of his mouth tells me he knows exactly what he's done to me.
Something hot and vicious coils in my chest. He thinks he can unravel me and walk away unscathed.
“This isn’t over,” I whisper, still a little breathless from what he did to me.
I press on his shoulder until he sinks back against the chaise. He goes willingly, staring at me with those dark eyes. “My move now. So watch closely.”
He grunts in response as I crawl into his lap. My hand explores the hard planes of his chest trailing it lower. I flatten my palm and trace the defined ridge of his abs.
I let him ensnare my lips in another vicious kiss that steals my breath away. Being kiss by Svenn is a beautiful torment. It feels like being torn open and ripped apart but your body craves the sensation.
But I won't let him lead this. Not this time.
I bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to make him growl and pull back. His eyes flash with surprise, then something darker, hungrier.
Good. Let him feel what it's like to be on the edge of losing control.
I straddle his hips properly and reach for the laces of his breeches. My fingers work them loose, holding his gaze the whole time. I wrap my hand around him, feeling the weight and heat of him in my palm.
“Bold little thing, aren't you?" he rasps.
The real mewouldn't have dreamed of doing this. But I'm Fawn now.
I can do this.
I give him a slow,deliberate stroke, watching his jaw clench. His hips jerk beneath me and a low sound rumbles from his chest. His breathing grows heavier, rougher. I can see his arms straining, muscles coiled tight as his lust wars with his self-restraint. But he's letting me take control. For now.
Heat pulses against my palm as I guide him between my thighs. I hover there, poised against him, letting him feel how close he is to what he wants.
He smirks at my confidence.
My hand trembles as I hold him there, heart hammering painfully in my chest. The blunt heat of him presses insistently against me. One more inch and I would take him inside.
Every partof me aches to take what I've been craving. I want to make him lose control and prove I could unravel him the way he unraveled me. But the triumph I wanted, of tastes like ash now.
Because he's not lookingat me. He's looking at someone else.
No,I can't do this. My resolve falters. I don’t want to make love to my husband while he thinks I'm someone else.
I can't carry this lie another second.
I let him slip from my grasp and fold forward.
Svenn's browlifts slightly but before he can speak I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my face into the warm crook of it. His heartbeat is steady against my cheek. Mine is anything but.
“Are you all right?”he asks, his voice confused.
A whisper escapes,small and broken. "It's me."
