The next night,I return from my vamp in training classes to Kaison trussed up like a naked sex slave on my bed again.
There is a strange, out of focus look in his eyes. Maybe he’s had a shitty day?
Mine was certainly no picnic.
One more subtle warning that if I ever do anything so human as to burp or sneeze at the royal banquet table, I’ll be excommunicated. It makes me want to show those presumptuous vampy fucks how crude I can be.
Unlike last time, I don’t take my time. I rip off my panties and sit on Kaison's lap. Grinding on his hard cock, we both moan.
My body is ready for him, craving his touch like a drug. It’s never been like this before. I try to chalk it up to the fact we have good sexual chemistry.Atomicallygood.
Intrusive thoughts suggest it’s more than that.
With an almost frantic fury, I position him at my entrance and then slam down on his cock.
His size and pierced texture blows my brains out of the top of my head. I cry out the same time a curse explodes from him. I don’t check the ceiling to see if my gray matter is up there. Instead I lift and slam back down with all my power.
I want to fuck. Fuck until I can’t think. Can’t feel anything else.
All thoughts and worries disappear as I focus solely on the man beneath me, giving into the primal need to be connected to him. Kai's gaze remains fixed on mine, the intensity in his eyes stealing my breath. It's as if he can see straight into my soul, uncovering all my hidden desires. He seems to know what they are before I do. I didn’t even know I had them until he swaggered up to me with his dark eyes and boyish charm.
It’s more than that though. There’s more to him than I thought, than everyone thinks. There’s a depth to him, and I’m falling into it.
As I ride Kai in a punishing rhythm, I’m with him. There is a connection to the man under me, who keeps subjecting himself wholly to my power. He may be restrained but I’m starting to feel like he has tied me to him.
“You like that dick?” he asks.
I stop and open my eyes.
There is a look of knowing in Kaison’s eyes. Not smugness, it’s as if he has disconnected from his own body to make sure I’m having a good time.
The rising, all-encompassing euphoria rioting through me suddenly falls flat on a cold floor.
We aren’t having sextogether.
Charming is just playing the part of the party host, trying to ensure that I'm enjoying myself so he can pat himself on the back later and brag about it to anyone who will listen.
My lips pull into a frown. As much as I want to chase the feelings on his dick, I rise and step back. It almost hurts to let him from my body
The prince sputters. “Wait, what? Where are you going?”
I cross my arms under my bare breasts and raise an eyebrow. “WhateverI want, remember?” I repeat the earlier agreement.
“Didn’t you like it? Don't you want more?” Confusion mars his face.
My body screams to get back on, to complete what I was chasing, but I tell it to shut the fuck up for a second. Somehow, I just knew he turned into someone he’d been with everyone else.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Do that thing where you put on a show. Yes, you have an impressive cock with a lot of piercings—” that feels fucking unbelievable and might ruin my velvet dungeon for all time. “—but don’t think that makes you special.”
His eyebrows raise.
The second he did that. . . looked for his A+ report card, he left me alone. Kaison wasn’t there anymore. It was Prince Charming on his shit again, and I didn’t like it.
Not that I hadn’t fucked people with a fair amount of emotional distance, but it felt wrong. Not with the marshmallows, and the vulnerability pulsating just under my skin.
