and a touch of hurt laced her expression. He wanted to reach up and touch her face when she looked like that, needed to smooth away her pain and make it all better.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his fangs sharp against his tongue. He had meant to say never, that he would never use her like that to satisfy his thirst for blood and she meant more to him than just a source of sustenance to bring his darker side under control.
Not yet. He wanted to bite her but feared it. His touch didn’t hurt her for some reason but he didn’t know whether his bite would. He had heard that biting an owned human caused them excruciating pain, almost triple that of a touch. He couldn’t risk that.
“When all this is over?” she said, as though she had read the desire in his heart again. Did she know him so well that she could see through him and into his soul? Were they tied there, one in heart and soul, joined by their feelings?
He nodded. “When you are mine.”
“I want to be yours.”
Javier rolled his eyes closed, his heart singing sweet mercy. She wanted to be his.
Lilah grazed her hands over his chest and then up his arms to his wrists. She held them and leaned over him, pressing her forehead and nose against his.
“And you will be mine,” she whispered and he shivered and groaned.
“Forever.” He said it without thinking and instantly stilled, waiting for her to scoot away and fear him. She hated her master because he had bonded with her against her will. He feared she would hate him too for wanting to make her belong to him instead.
“Forever.” That word breathed against his lips pained him, but even if forever was only this night it would be enough for him. “For a man tied up, you’re thinking too much.”
Lilah kissed along his jaw, shifting her body down his at the same time, and he groaned his agreement when the apex of her thighs brushed his groin, stirring him back into hardness. He tugged at his restraints again and focused on the fact she had him tied up and at her mercy, and what she was doing to him. She licked the left side of his neck and lightly bit him.
Javier bucked on instinct, a flash of hunger burning up his blood and a deep groan escaping his lips. Lilah giggled and bit again, harder this time, and he snarled. She stilled, her rapid pulse pounding in his mind, the feel of her heart hammering against his chest pushing at his control.
“Gentler.” Javier forced the word out from between clenched teeth, his fangs cutting into his gums.
He feared she would stop completely.
Lilah moved and chased that fear and all reason from his mind by nibbling along his collarbone. She pinned his shoulders to the bed and licked his throat again, tracing up the jugular, and nipped his earlobe. Javier fought to retain control. She lowered her mouth again and bit the curve of his throat.
His blood turned to liquid fire that ignited every inch of him, his balls tightened and his cock quivered a second before the world exploded in bright sparks that burned wherever she touched him, fiercest where her teeth pressed into his flesh.
“Ay, Dios, Lilah,” Javier breathed and relaxed into the bed, his length still twitching. He let his hands hang from the restraints, trying to gather himself and trying not to feel ashamed about what had just happened.
He waited for her to laugh or say something that would crush what little male pride he had left.
She drew back and stared down at him, her pupils wide and dark with arousal. “If a vampire bit you, would you have done this with them?”
He shook his head. No. It was Lilah’s teeth on him that had lit the touch paper and caused him to detonate.
“If I had fangs...” she caressed a line down his throat with her fingertip and then leaned over and replaced it with her tongue, sweeping the soft wet tip of it over the point where she had bitten and sent him crashing over the edge. It tickled his sensitised flesh, sending ripples of echoes of his orgasm through
“Not yet,” he whispered, his fangs sharp against his tongue. He had meant to say never, that he would never use her like that to satisfy his thirst for blood and she meant more to him than just a source of sustenance to bring his darker side under control.
Not yet. He wanted to bite her but feared it. His touch didn’t hurt her for some reason but he didn’t know whether his bite would. He had heard that biting an owned human caused them excruciating pain, almost triple that of a touch. He couldn’t risk that.
“When all this is over?” she said, as though she had read the desire in his heart again. Did she know him so well that she could see through him and into his soul? Were they tied there, one in heart and soul, joined by their feelings?
He nodded. “When you are mine.”
“I want to be yours.”
Javier rolled his eyes closed, his heart singing sweet mercy. She wanted to be his.
Lilah grazed her hands over his chest and then up his arms to his wrists. She held them and leaned over him, pressing her forehead and nose against his.
“And you will be mine,” she whispered and he shivered and groaned.
“Forever.” He said it without thinking and instantly stilled, waiting for her to scoot away and fear him. She hated her master because he had bonded with her against her will. He feared she would hate him too for wanting to make her belong to him instead.
“Forever.” That word breathed against his lips pained him, but even if forever was only this night it would be enough for him. “For a man tied up, you’re thinking too much.”
Lilah kissed along his jaw, shifting her body down his at the same time, and he groaned his agreement when the apex of her thighs brushed his groin, stirring him back into hardness. He tugged at his restraints again and focused on the fact she had him tied up and at her mercy, and what she was doing to him. She licked the left side of his neck and lightly bit him.
Javier bucked on instinct, a flash of hunger burning up his blood and a deep groan escaping his lips. Lilah giggled and bit again, harder this time, and he snarled. She stilled, her rapid pulse pounding in his mind, the feel of her heart hammering against his chest pushing at his control.
“Gentler.” Javier forced the word out from between clenched teeth, his fangs cutting into his gums.
He feared she would stop completely.
Lilah moved and chased that fear and all reason from his mind by nibbling along his collarbone. She pinned his shoulders to the bed and licked his throat again, tracing up the jugular, and nipped his earlobe. Javier fought to retain control. She lowered her mouth again and bit the curve of his throat.
His blood turned to liquid fire that ignited every inch of him, his balls tightened and his cock quivered a second before the world exploded in bright sparks that burned wherever she touched him, fiercest where her teeth pressed into his flesh.
“Ay, Dios, Lilah,” Javier breathed and relaxed into the bed, his length still twitching. He let his hands hang from the restraints, trying to gather himself and trying not to feel ashamed about what had just happened.
He waited for her to laugh or say something that would crush what little male pride he had left.
She drew back and stared down at him, her pupils wide and dark with arousal. “If a vampire bit you, would you have done this with them?”
He shook his head. No. It was Lilah’s teeth on him that had lit the touch paper and caused him to detonate.
“If I had fangs...” she caressed a line down his throat with her fingertip and then leaned over and replaced it with her tongue, sweeping the soft wet tip of it over the point where she had bitten and sent him crashing over the edge. It tickled his sensitised flesh, sending ripples of echoes of his orgasm through
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