There's a Fine Line...
“I have a meeting this afternoon I can’t miss, beautiful.” Blake’s voice whispered over her shoulder and a wave of goosebumps followed in its wake.
Alicia lay on her side with her vampire’s body molded against her back. His left arm served as her pillow and was angled in such a way so that his hand maintained a gentle but possessive grasp of her small breast. The fingers of his right hand danced along her upper thigh, hip, and the curve of her waist. Not even as a child had she felt so secure and cherished. Why had she ever fought this?
“You’re the boss, Blake,” she grumbled. “Just reschedule it.” She knew she was being pouty and petulant, but didn’t much care. A meeting meant he had to get dressed, and covering that gorgeous body with anything other than her should be a crime. Punishable by death, if she had her way. Feeling needy, she wriggled even closer to his warmth.
“Behave, brat.” He twisted her nipple until she whimpered and then teased it until her whimpers turned to soft moans. “I’ve been granted the backing of the Primus to discover who’s working with Malphas. Though today’s interview is with someone I trust implicitly, it is still necessary. He may have information for me, and this is the safest way to deliver it. I’d also like for you both to meet.”
“Oh?” Lifting his hand from her breast, she pressed light kisses along each finger. “Who is it?” Having lavished her affection on each long digit, Alicia teased his index finger with her tongue before easing her lips over it. She smirked at her vampire’s soft hiss of pleasure and nipped at the sensitive pad.
“Alicia….” Blake’s fingers dug into her hips as she practiced the art of fellatio on his trembling finger.
“What’s his name, my vampire?” Her breath was a cool contrast to the moist heat of her mouth and Alicia felt his body shake with repressed need. She nipped him with her newling fangs before sliding him between her lips once more.
“August,” he panted. Unclenching his fingers from her hip, Blake grasped her thigh and pulled her leg over his. She was exposed and vulnerable, and so wet it was dripping down her thigh to the sheets. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure as he slid his cock deep inside her. “His name is Augustin Calmet.”
“Oooooh, fuck!” Tender and sore from earlier, Alicia’s slick walls nevertheless welcomed him into their snug embrace. His hand struck her inner thigh with stinging precision on the lingering disciplinary marks he’d left earlier. Her language simply refused to improve when he was assaulting her senses with such bliss.
Blake tightened his grip on her upper body and held her motionless against his hard chest. His thrusts were slow and measured, withdrawing completely before returning to nestle between her tender folds. When she tried to move, he tightened his grip on her shoulder and thigh and pinned her free leg to the bed with his. She may have begun this game, but he was damn sure going to finish it his way.
“You delight in pushing my control, don’t you, Beautiful One?” His growling whisper stoked her desire and she arched her back to take him deeper. When she didn’t answer, he released her thigh long enough to land a stinging slap to her throbbing and exposed clit. She cried out at the exquisite pain and flooded his thrusting cock with a warm rush of liquid desire. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!” Alicia’s sobbing reply caught in her throat when one short claw scraped against her aching clit. The sharp burn as he scraped that razor-like talon across her sensitive nub caused her body to stiffen with her oncoming orgasm. The slight fear that teased her senses only heightened the pleasure.
Blake shifted her in his arms until he was able to nuzzle against the pulsing vein in her neck. He planted a series of gentle kisses along the soft skin before sliding his fangs deep. Her blood flowed over his tongue just as his orgasm shook him and he coated her silken walls with his seed. Alicia whimpered and sank her own small fangs into his wrist, drinking as she shook with the force of her own climax. Her warm tongue lapped at the wound as she floated on the cloud of ecstasy.
“You’re going to be the death of me yet, beautiful.” Blake’s amused voice was muffled against her throat as he cradled her close, their bodies still intimately joined.
“Shush. Never apologize for desiring me.” He pulled her closer and kissed the healed bite on her neck. “You simply do not know how much you please me, mate.”