And he’s not gentle.
I gasp as he slams his cock into me, making my breasts bounce. Now it’s my turn to grit my teeth. It hurts, but in away that heightens every touch, that makes my body tingle with pleasure and adrenaline.
After every few thrusts, he slips his shaft out of me and drags it along my slit, rubbing my clit, keeping me right on the edge of cumming. My breaths come out in panted gasps, and sweat is building up on every inch of my skin.
“Touch yourself,” he says, his breath playing along the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
So I do. I reach between our bodies and find my aching clit. It’s so hungry for release that touching it makes me gasp.
He slows his pace, still fucking me deep, but going slower now, matching the rhythm of my fingers, like we’re partners in a dance.
“Severin,” I whisper, drawing his black eyes to mine.
As soon as he meets my gaze, I take a hitched breath and finally hit my climax.
An orgasm sweeps through me, making my pussy clench and my toes curl.
Severin groans as my walls squeeze his dick, and he fucks me through my orgasm, making me moan until I’m sure the neighboring room can hear me. The blood pounding through my veins makes my ears roar, and I’m lightheaded.
When I’ve ridden my pleasure as far as it’ll carry me, he pulls out of me and cums, releasing himself all over my stomach and gaping pussy lips. The muscles along his neck go taut, and he grits his teeth as more ropes of heat paint me.
Fuck, he’s beautiful. And I’ve allowed myself to get caught in his pretty little web.
For a moment, neither of us moves; we just gasp for breath in the candlelight, our bodies glistening with sweat and cum.Then, slowly and gently, Severin releases my legs, guiding them down.
“Are you okay?” he asks, that hungry rasp gone from his voice, replaced with something softer, laced with concern.
I nod once, then reach up to trail my fingertips across his face. They drift along his eyebrow, then down his temple. His dark eyes flutter closed, and he leans subtly into my touch.
And I get the sudden feeling that he yearns for comfort, yearns to be held. He may not say it, but I can see it written across his face.
“Will you clean us up?” I ask softly.
“Of course.” He presses himself up and off the bed, then goes to fetch a cloth from the wardrobe. He pours water over it from a copper pitcher before returning to the bed. With utmost gentleness, he draws the cloth along my skin, wiping me clean, being especially careful as he moves the cloth between my legs. Then he uses it to clean his cock, which is slowly softening.
By the time he returns to the bed, I’ve shimmied myself under the soft blankets, and he slips in beside me. I scoot close to him, nestling my head into the space between his shoulder and his neck.
And for a long time, we just lie there, his arm wrapped around me, his fingers twirling a strand of my hair. I stare into the candlelight across the room, my body heavy and spent, and a question rises to my tongue.
“Severin,” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
I push myself up and turn to look down at him. “You didn’t drink from me.”
I was certain he was going to. His lips hesitated at my neck, and I prepared myself for pain, for a bite, but then he withdrew, and it left me feeling almost... disappointed.
Beneath me, Severin goes very still. The muscles in his jaw feather, like he’s chewing on the words, deciding which ones to let out. Finally, he says, “No.”
I tilt my head, searching his face, trying to make sense of what I see in his midnight eyes. “Why not?”
He reaches up, finding a lock of my hair. His gaze follows his fingers as they glide through the silky strands, and he doesn’t meet my eyes as he says, “Because if I had, everything would’ve changed.”
My lips pull into a frown. “How?”
“Feeding is...” He clenches his teeth and gives a subtle shake of his head, then finally meets my eyes. “It’s painful, Maeve. Excruciating. And it creates a connection, whether you intend for it to or not.”
Now it’s my turn to reach out to him. I push my fingers through his dark hair, watching the way the soft touch makes his eyelids flutter closed, then whisper, “I wasn’t afraid.”
