that he might bite me flicks thorough my mind; instead his large hand clamps down on my neck, shoving me against the mattress as he moves himself up for an impossibly deeper angle.
My choppy cries are bouncing off the walls as his hips slap against my ass with each vigorous, pounding thrust.
Suddenly his booming voice cuts through my cries, “Come for me! Give it to me … now, Calla!”
He picks up the already fierce tempo and his sinful command causes me to shatter like an explosive beneath his weight. My mind is overridden by pleasure so intense, so devastating that I struggle to hold onto it, never wanting to be without it as wave after luscious wave rolls over me, each clenching spasm swiftly replacing the one before it.
“That’s right, take it!”
His movements become harsher. I struggle to stay in place because each forceful swing of his hips is moving me across the slick sheets. Suddenly they halt altogether. His grip tightens on my neck, and he plunges back in once again, this time impossibly deep, shouting so loudly that my arm hairs stand on end from the near edge of brutality in his deep voice. He is pressing down into my back as I feel him release inside of me.
We’re both gasping for air after the hedonistic session when he drops a warm kiss down onto my right shoulder and asks in a concerned voice, “Was I too rough?”
I blink several times and try to realign my thoughts, which are still happily drifting in a sublime state of euphoria. Suddenly his weight is gone and I’m turned over onto my back. He straddles my waist and brushes my hair away from my flushed face.
Staring up at him and noticing the way his hair hangs forward to perfectly frame that heartbreakingly beautiful face, I smile and say softly, “I’m fine, Severin.”
His brows still drawn together with concern, he asks, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Why? What’s wrong?”
He moves off me into a seated position with his back against the quilted leather footboard. I struggle to right myself with the cuffs still locked onto my wrists. Suddenly he pulls me across the bed to straddle his lap. He runs his elegant fingers through my hair, down my bare shoulders to finally rest against my forearms.
He says in a solemn voice, “Calla, when I’m with you, sometimes I nearly lose control, and I’m frightened that I could really harm you. You need to tell me immediately if anything I do causes pain and I’ll stop. I’m exponentially stronger than a human male and because of that I have to make a conscious effort to keep my power in check.”
I grin like a vixen and lean in to tease the seam of his full lips before saying, “But I love it when you give me all that sexy power of yours.”
“Mmm … Calla.”
“And I’ll be honest. The only time you ever hurt me was that first night in the woods, when your fangs entered me. But even then it was only for a brief moment before the pleasure replaced it.”
“Ah, forgive me for that, Calla. That first scent of your unique blood drove me mad. I was too eager to take from you that I was careless and didn’t prepare you like I did in the bathroom tonight. You see, if I glamour you—place you in a daze before my bite—then you will feel nothing but extreme pleasure. Forgive me for any unnecessary pain I caused you that first evening. You have my word as a gentleman that it will never happen again.”
I nuzzle his cheek and whisper, “Now that would be very disappointing, vampire.”
His palms clamp down onto my shoulders, and I’m pulled back a few inches. His eyes bore into mine, full of question as he asks, “Disappointing, how?”
“Because I find your bite—your everything—to be unimaginably sexy, Severin. Wait, your eyes …. Why didn’t your irises turn black this time?”
“You noticed.”
“Of course I did. It’s downright disconcerting when it happens, but it also really turns me on.”
I try to look away but he catches my chin in one quick flash of
My choppy cries are bouncing off the walls as his hips slap against my ass with each vigorous, pounding thrust.
Suddenly his booming voice cuts through my cries, “Come for me! Give it to me … now, Calla!”
He picks up the already fierce tempo and his sinful command causes me to shatter like an explosive beneath his weight. My mind is overridden by pleasure so intense, so devastating that I struggle to hold onto it, never wanting to be without it as wave after luscious wave rolls over me, each clenching spasm swiftly replacing the one before it.
“That’s right, take it!”
His movements become harsher. I struggle to stay in place because each forceful swing of his hips is moving me across the slick sheets. Suddenly they halt altogether. His grip tightens on my neck, and he plunges back in once again, this time impossibly deep, shouting so loudly that my arm hairs stand on end from the near edge of brutality in his deep voice. He is pressing down into my back as I feel him release inside of me.
We’re both gasping for air after the hedonistic session when he drops a warm kiss down onto my right shoulder and asks in a concerned voice, “Was I too rough?”
I blink several times and try to realign my thoughts, which are still happily drifting in a sublime state of euphoria. Suddenly his weight is gone and I’m turned over onto my back. He straddles my waist and brushes my hair away from my flushed face.
Staring up at him and noticing the way his hair hangs forward to perfectly frame that heartbreakingly beautiful face, I smile and say softly, “I’m fine, Severin.”
His brows still drawn together with concern, he asks, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Why? What’s wrong?”
He moves off me into a seated position with his back against the quilted leather footboard. I struggle to right myself with the cuffs still locked onto my wrists. Suddenly he pulls me across the bed to straddle his lap. He runs his elegant fingers through my hair, down my bare shoulders to finally rest against my forearms.
He says in a solemn voice, “Calla, when I’m with you, sometimes I nearly lose control, and I’m frightened that I could really harm you. You need to tell me immediately if anything I do causes pain and I’ll stop. I’m exponentially stronger than a human male and because of that I have to make a conscious effort to keep my power in check.”
I grin like a vixen and lean in to tease the seam of his full lips before saying, “But I love it when you give me all that sexy power of yours.”
“Mmm … Calla.”
“And I’ll be honest. The only time you ever hurt me was that first night in the woods, when your fangs entered me. But even then it was only for a brief moment before the pleasure replaced it.”
“Ah, forgive me for that, Calla. That first scent of your unique blood drove me mad. I was too eager to take from you that I was careless and didn’t prepare you like I did in the bathroom tonight. You see, if I glamour you—place you in a daze before my bite—then you will feel nothing but extreme pleasure. Forgive me for any unnecessary pain I caused you that first evening. You have my word as a gentleman that it will never happen again.”
I nuzzle his cheek and whisper, “Now that would be very disappointing, vampire.”
His palms clamp down onto my shoulders, and I’m pulled back a few inches. His eyes bore into mine, full of question as he asks, “Disappointing, how?”
“Because I find your bite—your everything—to be unimaginably sexy, Severin. Wait, your eyes …. Why didn’t your irises turn black this time?”
“You noticed.”
“Of course I did. It’s downright disconcerting when it happens, but it also really turns me on.”
I try to look away but he catches my chin in one quick flash of
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