Seized by the Vampire Lord (Dark Lords) by Jaide Fox Page A

bruised, battered, her flesh so sensitized, her nerves felt damaged.  The brush of his thighs spread tingles through her system.  The slide of his cock debilitated her.
     
    “What?  What do you want?” she begged, digging her nails into her palms, fighting the growing need like impending doom.
     
    “You know,” he ground out, coming down on top of her, squashing her breasts, teasing her nipples.  He ground his engorged length against her clit.
     
    She cried out from the bruising pressure.  She knew what he wanted now.  She would give it to him, if only to halt the pain.
     
    “I looked at it,” she gasped, her belly spasming painfully.  “I … I didn’t read it.  I looked.  I lied.  Please, please stop this.  I can take no more without going mad,” she said, shattered, rambling mindlessly in agony.
     
    A shudder rippled through his body.  His muscles went rigid.  A soulful groan poured from deep inside him.  He tore himself from her, coming off the bed.  His breath was harsh, cutting down her own heaving cries.
     
    “You drive me to the brink,” he whispered hoarsely, and then she heard the door slam shut.
     
    Cerise screamed in rage and frustration, her energy renewing in a burst that had her fighting her bonds until she collapsed in exhaustion.
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    Cerise didn’t know how long she laid there, her body tingling, convulsing as if she were dying with some strange malady that had taken root.
     
    She had no way of seeing to know how late the hour grew.  No chance to free herself and no means of venting her anger other than screaming herself hoarse and cursing his name.  It may have been hours, minutes—she didn’t know.  She knew only that she continued to pulse with impending desire up to the moment he returned.
     
    She was not aware of his presence until the blindfold was removed.  She blinked blearily up at him.  His dark eyes met hers.  His expression was indescribably gentle, remorseful.  His hair was ruffled, as if he’d been gripping his temples in frustration.  She’d never seen him without being groomed to perfection.  It made him look more  human to see his brow creased with lines of concern.
     
    He bent close, as if to press a kiss on her lips, but she turned her face away before she could find out if that was his intent.  Instead, he moved to her wrists to work the knots loose.  When he untied her, her arms and legs dropped weakly to the bed.  She had not the energy to even roll to her side and cover herself from his sight.
     
    He scooped her tenderly into his arms, slipping her torn garments off her back.  She tried to fight him off, but she was too weak and too tired to do more than push at his chest feebly.  She’d been sapped of all strength, her pride struggling to mend its shattered pieces.
     
    She knew she deserved some punishment for invading his privacy, but it didn’t change the fact that she was furious at him for leaving her wanting and subjecting her to sensual torture in the first place.  She thought she would rather prefer a beating than to face that ever again.  His arrogance in assuming he had that right was insufferable.
     
    He turned with her in his arms, and she saw he’d brought in a bath.  Steam curled from the hot water, smelling invitingly like crushed rose hips.  She hadn’t heard anything and knew he must have used his power to hide his movements, as he had in the forest.
     
    He bent, dipping her feet into the water, guiding her in until the water slid sensual fingers along the tips of her breasts.  Cerise bit her lip, twinges of pain sluicing through her nerves.  It felt wondrously relaxing on her sore muscles, almost too good.  She was still too sensitive from his actions to enjoy it as she should.
     
    Daegon wet a cloth and rubbed a sweet smelling soap against the linen, working up a lather.  He settled himself on a short stool behind her, unspeaking, his movements exacting and quiet.  He