Page 75 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“Yes, more than good,” she replies, the musky scent of her arousal lifting into the air.

This time, I flog the back of her thighs. “Five. Six. Seven.”

Edie cries out, and I place the flogger on the bed, taking a moment to stroke my palm over the red welts rising across her skin, giving her time to adjust to the endorphins rushing around her system.

“Just breathe, Edie. Sink into the pain, let my palm soothe it,” I command, my hand slipping over the curve of her arse, my fingers sliding through her pussy lips. She’s soaking.

“Dorian, I’m… This is…” Her voice trails off as she rocks her hips against my hand, groaning as I find her clit and pinch it gently.

“Do you want to continue?” I ask, my voice rough.

“Yes.”

Picking up the flogger, I count from eight to ten in quick succession, flogging her harder each time. A scream rips out of her throat, her back arching, before her whole body seems to melt into the mattress.

“It’s over, Edie. You’ve been such a perfect Little Vixen,” I praise, setting the flogger aside and smoothing my palm over the raised welts on her arse that I long to sink my teeth into.

Instead, I remove her blindfold, and then lay down beside her, tracing my fingertips over her skin, allowing her to sink beneath that floaty realm of subspace. With each gentle touch, her breathing grows calmer, but when a shiver runs through her, I reach for the throw at the foot of the bed and tuck it around her, then gather her close, cradling her to my chest. We stay entwined, her body melting into mine as she slowly comes down from the high, and all I can think about is how perfectly she belongs in my arms.

Eventually, Edie stirs, her eyelids fluttering open as she looks at me. “Wow,” she mutters, her eyes glazed as I drop my lips to hers and kiss her. It’s a sweet kiss, tender, and her hands find my chest, her fingers curling around my shirt as she tugs me closer.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I whisper against her lips, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ears, before a slow smile spreads across my face.

“That was amazing,” she breathes. “I feel a little spaced-out.”

“You were exquisite. But if you’re willing, I’d like to continue. I’m not quite done with you yet,” I say, easing her onto her back, my hand slipping between us as I part the throw.

“I don’t think I can come anymore,” she says, smiling as I hover above her. “But I’m not averse to trying.”

Kneeling between her spread legs, I grip my dick over my trousers and squeeze it, trying to temper the orgasm I’m on the verge of having. “I’m so fucking hard, Edie.”

“Do you want me to help with that?” she asks, her gaze dropping to my erection.

“No. Tonight is about you. All of this has been for you. Like I said, I’m not done with you yet.”

Reaching for her hips, I throw her legs over my shoulders. She lets out a startled scream, the bottom half of her body lifting off the bed as she throws her arms back and grips the wooden rungs of the headboard.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“I’m fucking hungry, Edie. I’m going to feast on you again.”

Then I lower my face to her pussy and gorge myself on her. I suck her labia into my mouth, plunge my tongue into her hole, scrape my teeth over her clit again and again and a-fucking-gain.

I don’t stop as she screams. I keep fucking her beautiful pussy with my tongue until she’s begging for release. This time when she comes, her cry is deeper, feral, as she jerks against my face and I eat her out like the frenzied beast I am.

Eventually, her body stills, softening once again as I ease her back on the bed. She gazes up at me, her chest heaving as our eyes lock. Soothing warmth spreads from the centre of my chest outwards, so at odds with the beast still thrashing for dominance. A warning flickers in the back of my mind as pain, once again, blooms beneath my skin, but I’m so enraptured by her that I ignore it.

“Look at you,” I whisper, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as our breaths fall into rhythm. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

I expect her to pull away, to slam her walls down between us like she did at the hotel. Yet she doesn’t.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“It’s the truth.”

She smiles softly. “I wasn’t thanking you for calling me beautiful, though I do appreciate it. I was thanking you for this.”

“This?”