Dark Seduction (Vampire Royals of New York #2) - Sarah Piper Page 0,73
back to a really shitty place.”
“Rogozin,” Dorian whispered, and she nodded.
He knew. Of course he knew.
“Charlotte…” Dorian’s eyes filled with compassion, but she rushed in with another apology, shame heating her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Dorian. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was stupid. It was all me.”
“No, love. You didn’t do anything wrong either.” He took her hand and squeezed—a soft, supportive gesture that meant more to her in that moment than he could’ve possibly imagined. “Don’t ever apologize for that. It wasn’t your fault. Not what happened back then, and not what you’re feeling about it now.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, but his words calmed her, and she leaned back and rested her head in his lap. He traced soft patterns across her forehead, and they rode in silence for several minutes until the panic fully subsided and she finally felt like she could breathe again.
“Thank you.” She gazed up into his honey-brown eyes, centering herself, finding her way back.
His only response was a soft smile, but it was all the encouragement she needed.
“I know that was a bit of a mood-killer, but… I still want to… to be with you.” Charley sat up, her shame melting away in the wake of his strong, silent support. “If you still want to?”
He laughed. “Charlotte, when it comes to you, I always still want to.”
Feeling a little bit braver and a whole lot better, she slipped out of his jacket, crawled into his lap, and straddled him.
Dorian buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. “You’re sure you’re all right? We don’t have to do—”
“I want to. I promise.” Charley’s smile returned, along with a little more bravery. “But maybe… just for tonight… I think I need to be in charge.”
She’d never asked for it before—never even wanted it. She’d always loved submitting to him, loved their games, loved his sexy demands and his firm, punishing touch. But it felt important tonight—a chance to snatch something back from the old ghosts still trying to control her. She didn’t want to be afraid of them anymore. Didn’t want to constantly relive that ancient trauma. It would always be part of her history—part of who she’d become, for better or worse. But it didn’t need to be part of her present.
Maybe, calling the shots in the limo with a man she trusted—a man she loved—would help her.
Dorian’s eyes softened, and he nodded without question.
He spread his arms across the headrests and leaned back, already hardening beneath her. “You set the pace, love. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”
A surge of power shot through her body, and she reached down between her thighs, sliding her fingers over his smooth, perfect cock.
Dorian let out a soft moan, growing even harder at her touch.
“You’re… certain?” he breathed.
“Absolutely.”
“Hmm. And what happened to the VDD?”
Charley laughed. “Fuck the VDD.”
Who was she kidding? She didn’t want to detox from him.
She wanted to fucking overdose.
Now, gently guiding him to her throbbing center, she sank down onto that hot, hard perfection, closing her eyes as he filled her completely, bringing her back to herself.
“That’s… incredible,” she moaned, gripping his shoulders and taking him in deeper, rolling her hips to get the perfect angle.
Dorian let out a satisfied sigh, his eyelids drifting closed as she continued to ride him, harder and faster, taking exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed.
True to his word, he didn’t touch her, though she could feel the twitch and strain in his muscles, desperate for it. Still, no matter how hard it must’ve been for him to hold back, Dorian gave her the reins, and Charlotte had never felt more alive, more turned on, more powerful.
She let out a soft cry, and Dorian met her gaze again, his eyes dark and hungry. “Doing okay?”
“Amazing.” Charley threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged him close, arching her back to press her nipple to his mouth.
“Suck,” she commanded, and he obeyed, teasing her nipple with maddening strokes of his tongue, then sucking it between his lips, his soft moans vibrating across the stiff peak.
“Harder, Mr. Redthorne.”
Again, he obeyed, sucking her in deeper, teeth grazing her flesh, making her ache. Between her thighs, his cock was hot and slippery, every stroke bringing her closer to that magnificent fall.
But suddenly, it wasn’t enough. She needed more than just the graze of teeth against her nipple, more than the hot slide of him, more than his soft moans.