Page 14 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

His eyes narrowed. "Who? When?"

"If that was any of your business, you'd know."

They narrowed further. "But you've fed vampires before? Multiple?"

"Yeah. I already said that. I wouldn't call it my favorite, but it can be hot. I don't mind it."

Dante let out a slow breath. "Fine. We're doing it. Take your clothes off."

"Take them off for me," I countered.

He took my hand and pulled me to a sitting position before sliding the first strap down my arm.

"I can't believe I'm taking jean overalls off the first woman I've been this close to in twelve years," he drawled.

Teasing.

My favorite way to set the mood.

"I'm sure my outfit's a total turn-on for a fancy businessman like you, right?" I drawled back.

"I'm hardly a fancy businessman these days."

"So overalls make you hard now that you wear prison jumpsuits?"

"No. The woman beneath the overalls, though…" His eyes moved slowly over my torso as he pulled the second strap down too.

Dante slid the light blue fabric over my abdomen and lowered me back to the mattress. My head was on the opposite side from where you'd put a pillow, but there was no pillow in the room, and the thin blanket under me smelled clean.

"If you don't like overalls, you have poor taste in clothes," I murmured, as he slid the fabric down my thighs.

"I don't." His gaze moved over my body, heating as he took in the bright orange boyshort panties I wore—every other style of underwear refused to stay put, and I liked fun colors—and my matching sports bra.

I'd never cared about luxury, or bothered trying to make the money I'd need for it.

I had my little house, I had my pottery studio, and I had solitude. Other than a little fun from time to time, what more could a woman want?

Dante hooked his fingers in my panties and dragged them down my thighs too. His breath hitched, and there was no mistaking the instinctual rumble of pleasure that escaped him at the sight of my bare lower half.

"Fuck, you're beautiful." The words escaped him on a breath, so quiet I almost missed them.

"You'll give me a big ego if you—oh god." I moaned the curse, reaching for his hair as he dragged his tongue over my clit slowly. "Can I⁠—"

He pulled my hands to his locs. I tangled my fingers in immediately, holding on for dear life as he licked me again, a little rougher.

A groan escaped him, and he picked up the pace, licking and stroking and sucking.

I rocked against his face, coming with a desperate cry.

He barely paused.

Barely fucking noticed.

I definitely wasn't opposed to the way he continued devouring me.

One of his fangs grazed my clit, and another climax tore through me so hard, I screamed. My back arched. My body jerked. I felt his fangs sink into my thigh as I came.

While the bite wasn't necessarily pleasurable, some part of me was innately satisfied by the fact that he was feeding from me.