Page 60 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“I think you know,” I reply, scraping my teeth against her neck as I cup her pussy possessively.

She gasps as I slip my foot between hers, kicking her legs apart. It’s a display of dominance that I have no will to suppress. She’ll have her moment to dominate me, but not here, not now.

Slipping her knickers to the side, my fingers find the soft curls of her pussy, then slide lower, two fingers sliding through her plump folds. She’s so fucking wet. So slick with want, her body already giving itself over to me as I reacquaint myself with her delectable pussy.

“You’re dripping for me,” I growl, my cock hardening as her desire drifts into the air, her musky scent flooding my senses. She stifles a moan, and I pinch her clit. “Don’t do that. Don’t be quiet. I want to hear you moan whilst I fuck your pussy with my fingers.”

“But someone might hear.”

My teeth nibble her lobe, tugging gently as I swirl my fingers around her nub. “They’re too busy having fun, and even if they do happen to hear, they can’t get in here. The door’s locked, remember?”

“Dorian, this is⁠—”

“What you want. Let me make you come.”

“But—”

“You told me that you’ve always yearned for more than vanilla sex, that you want to feel worshipped, that you want to feel unadulterated lust. I am here as your servant, Edie. So let me worship you.”

A beat passes. A moment of indecision. Then she rocks her hips, seeking the pleasure I know she’s desperate for.

“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, melting against me.

All attempts to end this moment drift away as she allows her body to feel, chasing the pleasure she’s been denied by her bastard ex and the men before him. To know this beautiful, sexual creature has never experienced pleasure by another’s hand is both aggravating and a fucking relief.

“That’s it, Edie. Take what I give you,” I say, tracing my lips and tongue against her neck. Licking, kissing and lapping at her flesh, giving her a taste of what’s to come.

She moans, my cock hardening with every rock of her hips, and every stroke of my finger against her clit. With my other hand, I reach for her breast, cupping it, twisting her nipple between my finger and thumb. She shudders, gasping as I continue to play with her nub, alternating between gentle circles and soft flicks until she’s bucking against my hand.

“You’re exquisite,” I praise, my hand releasing her breast, lowering to her stomach, and the softness of her flesh. I take a handful, groaning against her. “You’re so soft, so fucking perfect.”

“I’m not⁠—”

“You are perfect,” I insist, an edge of anger in my voice as my teeth latch onto her neck, my cock leaking pre-cum. She doesn’t see her own beauty. She’s been made to feel less desirable than the women her ex fucked, and I can’t have that. I won’t. “You are everything I want. No one has captured my attention like you have. Believe me when I say, I’m holding onto the last threads of my restraint, and they are fraying fast. So you need to come, Edie. You need to come very fucking soon.”

My fingers glide lower, slipping through her folds until I find the entrance of her pussy. Pushing two digits inside of her, I use the heel of my hand to stimulate her clit whilst finger-fucking her.

Edie’s head drops back against my shoulder. “How are you…” she gasps, rocking against my hand.

“So good at this?” I finish for her. “Years of practice, Edie.”

“I don’t want to know about your past lovers, Dorian,” she snaps.

Yet, despite her anger, she doesn’t put space between us. No, she twists her head to the side and slides her lips against my jaw, her teeth scraping against my skin. There she is, my Little Vixen. I love drawing this side of her out, love seeing her break through her self-imposed restraint.

“Noted.”

“Just make me come,” she demands, and I grin before removing my hand from her knickers and hauling her hips backward.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frustration bleeding through her words.

“Put your hands on the wall. Lean forward. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

“Dorian… I’m not…” She inhales shakily, blowing out a soft breath. “Despite what I said at dinner, I’m not ready to have sex just yet. I… I need… time.”

“I’m not here to fuck you, Edie. We’ll build up to that. But I am here to make you come. So put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs.”

She shifts in the darkness, her body blazing like a flame, and all I want is for her to burn so fiercely she becomes the sun I haven’t laid eyes on in centuries.