His red eyes simmer in the low light. He takes his free hand and grabs my wrist, guiding my fingers to the pressure straining against his slim trousers. “And what you do to me,” he whispers.
I draw my palm along his length through the fabric, matching his rhythm as he fucks me with one finger. Then I pull the cord loose and ease the trousers off his hips, my lips pulling into a small smile as his cock bobs free.
I lean forward on the desk, causing Severin to pull his finger out of me, and draw my tongue along the head of his cock, relishing the sound he makes. I slip my lips around his tip and suck gently. He’s hard and hot in my mouth, already prepared to sink inside me.
With a grunt that’s part pleasure, part frustration, he pulls my sweater off over my head, leaving me naked on his desk but for my thin black panties. Then those, too, come off, and he tosses them across the apartment, where they land silently on the stone floor.
He leans in to kiss me, then guides me back onto his desk, so I’m lying flat, my legs still spread. Beside me, the candle flickers, making shadows and light dance across Severin’s face. And I see the hunger in his gaze as he takes me by the backs of the thighs and spreads me further, fully exposing me, then lowers his mouth to my cunt.
I gasp out a breath as his lips close over my clit, his tongue bathing me in heat. His tongue drags over my pussy lips. And then he sinks it inside of me. Immediately, I scrabble for purchase on the desk, sending papers fluttering to the floor. My fingers find the edge, and I grip the wood as Severin puts more pressure on my thighs, forcing me open as he continues to fuck me with his tongue.
My breathing goes heavy, and I close my eyes. All I feel is Severin’s mouth and the heat building on my skin, the press of his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs. His tongue swipes along my clit again, then plunges back into me. Deep in my belly, a tightness starts to coil, my climax already building.
But I don’t want to cum yet. I’ve waited all week for this. It can’t be over this quickly.
“W-wait,” I gasp out.
Severin lifts his head from between my legs, his lips slick with my wetness. And when he meets my eyes, I feel that pull in my chest. Even though I’m right here with him, his handsstill wrapped around my thighs, I have the need to be closer, like even an inch of distance between our bodies is too much.
I say the words before I’ve even fully considered them. “I want you to feed from me again.”
The need to feel his fangs pierce my skin, to tingle with warmth as his venom floods my body, is immediate and undeniable. And in my chest, beneath my sternum, that odd sensation flares, like it’s hungry for the same thing.
His dark brows draw low over his eyes, and he straightens up. I rise up onto my elbows on his desk, gaze dipping quickly to his cock, where precum is already beading at his flushed tip. His hesitation makes me look up and meet his eyes. And I’m getting ready to convince him to bite me when he nods once.
“If that’s what you want.”
Relief washes over me.
I press up off the desk, reaching for him, and he lifts me easily. My legs and arms wrap around him, and I smile against his mouth as he kicks his trousers away from his ankles, where they were still tangled. I expect him to carry me to the bed, but instead, he walks into the sitting area, and he’s still holding me as he sinks down into his armchair. My knees settle along either side of his hips, his hard shaft trapped between our bodies.
“First,” I whisper as I break our kiss, “let’s get this off.”
I reach for his tunic and feel his eyes on me as I lift the fabric, then slip it over his head. Now he’s naked beneath me, his pale skin like polished marble in the firelight. Our breathing synchronizes as I draw my fingertips across his skin, following the rises and dips of his muscles, then tracing each of his ribs.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
This makes him laugh. “Not nearly so beautiful as you.”
One of his hands cups my cheek, and he pulls me in for another kiss, my salty taste still lingering on his lips.
As we kiss, I reach between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and starting to stroke him, going slow at first.
He sighs against my mouth, sinking deeper into the plush armchair, like his body is submitting to my touch.
Then, with one smooth movement, I rise onto my knees, guide his cock to my cunt, and lower myself slowly onto him, breath catching as my pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. Once he’s deep inside me, I scoot my knees closer to his hips, letting my weight settle atop him. Leaning back, I look into his eyes, watching the way they catch the firelight as he rests his head against the armchair.
His gaze follows my movement as I use one hand to push my hair back over my shoulder. “It’s healing up,” I say, tipping my head so he can see the faint red marks from when he last fed. “But I can’t wear a scarf forever. Where else can you drink from me?”
At my question, his cock pulses inside me, and I shift my hips just a bit, drawing a hitched breath from him.
“I could bite you here.” He lifts a hand, finding my wrist and circling it with a thumb. His hand then moves down, finding my bare upper thigh, dimpling the skin as he squeezes. “Or here.” I tremble as he draws his fingertips up the length of my body, then touches my collarbone, soft as the kiss of butterfly wings. “Or here.”
“What’s your favorite?” I ask.
His lips twitch with a smile. “You.”
The word sends a rush of pleasure swirling through me.
