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I believed him. In fact, with the way he was looking at me, it made me think he was reacting in a whole different way. “Zayn?” I prompted.
“Sorry, it’s just... Sorry, but that is hot as fuck.”
“Not really feeling it right now, Zayn, sorry. Unless vomiting turns you on.”
He blinked. “No, sorry, forget it. I’m just—we need to think of some way to do this without hurting your back. Though they should fade quickly after you feed. Come here.”
He sat down next to me, his back against the headboard, and patted his lap like he would to beckon a small child or a dog. I raised my eyebrows at him, and he laughed.
“Oh, get off your high horse, my lady, and get that delicious rear end of yours on my lap.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed the covers down, then I climbed over him, sitting on his lap facing him.
“Much better,” he said, sliding his hands around to cup my ass and pull me closer.
“Urgh, behave,” I scolded, pushing his head to one side. Cocky bastard.
He grinned at me, and I ignored him, sinking my teeth into that gorgeous brown skin of his. I moaned out loud as his blood flowed into my mouth, exploding with the taste of spices that I could never quite pinpoint. It reached every inch of my body, erasing the last touches of the alcohol and the drug out of my system. My head cleared and the nausea subsided. Energy coursed through my veins, filling me with fire, and I pressed myself against Zayn’s body. His hand came up, running down the length of my neck and along my shoulder before dipping under the neckline of the t-shirt.
“Feeling better, my queen?” he asked, his voice low and coarse as his mouth trailed softly down my neck.
I couldn’t tear myself away to speak, so I just wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as close as I could. His hand slipped between us to cup my breast, and I moved against him as his fingers pinched my nipple. Tearing my mouth away from his throat, I leaned back far enough for him to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. My hair drifted down around my shoulders like some huge, dark cloud, and he ran his hands through the tangles briefly before taking my head in his hands and pulling me close for a kiss. There was tenderness there, and it was needy and demanding, leaving no part of my mouth unexplored. I reached between us and unzipped his trousers, pulling his cock free.
“Fuck, my queen. Yes.” He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes closed as I stroked his shaft. An idea sprang into my head, and without releasing him, I backed up, dropped onto all fours, and lowered my head to take him into my mouth.
“Holy sun, girl, where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that?”
I grinned, grazing my teeth along his shaft, enjoying the groan that followed. He reached forward, and I felt him trace the red marks on my back. His breathing deepened, and he hardened even more in my mouth as I slid my lips as far down his length as I could. For a moment, I thought he was nearing the edge, and then his hand was in my hair and he dragged me away. He released my hair and grabbed my hips, turning me away from him.
I had just caught my breath when I felt his fingers trace the folds of my pussy. I couldn’t imagine he’d need much invitation since I was already soaked for him. His fingers plunged inside of me, and I moaned his name.
“Zayn...”
“What do you want, my fine one?”
“I want you.”
His fingers stilled inside me, and I pushed back against his hand, urging him to continue. A dark chuckle came from behind me.
“You’re not a fast learner, are you, beautiful one? And yet you are already on your knees for me.” He rose up behind me, and I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy, sliding against me.
I moaned loudly, pushing back as he pulled away. I growled at him, and he laughed again.
“You know what I want, my queen. Say it.”
“No,” I answered. “I’m not going to beg you.”
His fingers made their way to my clit, and I gasped as they circled it, slowly at first before getting faster. I was so turned on, it wasn’t long until I felt my climax approaching. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to it. I could feel him holding his cock and stroking it slowly over my core until I was desperate for him. At the last minute, he pulled away and I cried out.
“Zayn... No. Please.”
“I want to hear you say it, and then you’ll get everything you want.”
I tried to hold on, but I was craving release like I craved his blood. “Zayn, please. I want you. I’m begging for you.”
He pushed his cock inside, but only a little, and I could have screamed at him.
“More? Just say the words.”
