Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,51
wall as if the bones in her neck had turned to jelly.
He seized that moment to penetrate her jugular vein, drinking in her orgasm-effervesced blood, like the sweetest bubbles fizzling in the finest champagne.
At his first deep draw, her soft moan deepened into a full-blown, guttural groan, the venom in his saliva multiplying her arousal with his own.
He stilled against her, pressing as deeply into her as their clothes would allow.
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
So hard, a diamond couldn’t cut him.
But he didn’t let go.
No, this was about exerting control over a situation—a female—that had gotten out of hand.
She’d seen too much of him before. He’d given away too much. She’d grown too bold, too ready to challenge him.
It was time to put her in her place.
He shifted her until she was almost straddling his thigh instead of sitting on his groin. With his free hand, he cupped her beneath her skirt and felt her wetness through the thin material of her panties.
Drenched.
She was drowning in liquid desire.
Deftly, he pushed aside the fabric that covered her core until he had her soft, naked heat cupped in his large palm, his thumb pressing directly against her clit.
She whimpered as another orgasm started anew, even as her last one hadn’t fully abated.
He could feel it vibrating through the intimate flesh in his hand as the juices of her release coated his fingers.
He drew harder at her vein, the taste of ecstasy in her blood so intoxicating he couldn’t get enough.
“Please, Ramses,” she begged, her voice rough with desperation.
He pulled out of her neck but didn’t close the puncture wounds, letting her blood trickle slowly down her flawless skin.
“Tell me what you want.”
She didn’t hesitate.
“You. Inside. Please.”
He gave it to her.
But it wasn’t precisely what she asked for.
Slowly, keeping the pressure of his thumb on her clit, he inserted his long middle finger into her tight, wet heat.
She immediately clenched around the intrusion, but it wasn’t enough.
She tried to buck against his hold, but the arm he had around her was unyielding.
“More?”
“Please…”
He inserted another finger and curled them inside her, rubbing against a hard knot high up in her vaginal wall, all the while unrelenting with the pressure of his thumb.
Her entire body began to shake. Her mouth opened on a silent O.
Precisely the moment when her third and strongest orgasm hit, he sank his fangs back into her neck, drinking in the tidal wave of her release as she keened long and loud.
When she finally came down from her high, he gently released her, licking her wounds closed, setting her on her feet.
Holding her dilated pupils captive as she looked at him like a hypnotized mouse before a cobra, he put the two fingers that were coated with her juices inside his mouth and sucked.
Her nostrils flared as she watched.
Taking his time, he licked his fingers until he’d consumed every last drop of her.
Holding his gaze with unblinking eyes, she sank a little lower against the wall, as if her legs struggled to hold her upright.
Finally, with his control barely intact, he stepped back from her and regarded her coolly.
“That is how I take my pleasure,” he said low.
Her half-closed eyes opened wide at that.
She took in his too-tight body, sexual frustration etched in every line. His open trousers displayed his rampantly swollen sex, visibly pulsing with frustrated desire, the small slit opening and closing like a tiny mouth, leaking copious pre-cum that made the entire column glisten with unspent lust.
“But you didn’t…”
“I take pleasure. I give pleasure. No one ever takes from me. Do you understand?”
He squeezed his staff from base to head in a viciously tight fist, removing his fluids with thumb and palm, purposely denying her the right to taste him, and tied his trousers over his erection as best he could.
Her eyes widened even more as she stared bewilderedly at him.
“But I—”
“You have no claim on me, Pure One. No one ever will. I’ll fuck whoever I please, whenever I please. Keep your exclusivity for someone who gives a shit. And the next time you interfere with my negotiation, or any of my affairs, I guarantee you won’t like the consequences.”
With those parting words, Ramses turned around and walked resolutely away.
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“Well?”
“It appears that Ramses has not fully accepted nor rejected his gift. He has entered into a Blood Contract with the Pure One we delivered to his doorstep. Furthermore, the Contract is mutual, even desired by the Pure One. Or so it seems.”
“Interesting,” the hissing voice noted, then added,