I bite down just a touch more, hardening even more at her low whine. Unable to help myself, I turn her sideways, drawing her close to my body. Her luscious ass grazes my left thigh, and I bite back an oath. However, when her thigh grazes my cock, white clouds my vision. I clutch her to me, grinding against her. With my free hand, I palm her ass, the red heat seeping into my skin. I allow myself a few more moments of heaven before easing her back from me.
Glancing down, I see her thighs have a slight glisten to them, and it takes every bit of willpower not to sink into her wet heat. I knew she was turned on, but I didn’t realize it would be this much. I can’t wait to see how much wetter I can get her before the night is over.
For now, I have to get us both ready to leave, and staring at her damp thatch of curls isn’t going to help that endeavor. With reluctance, I grab the strapless bra and put it on her, touching my lips to her spine before closing the clasps. Next comes the dress. As the thin fabric slides up her thighs, I send a prayer up to whomever might be listening that it fits. It’s been decades since I’ve had to dress a woman, and I hope I’m not rusty.
The white fabric fits her like a glove, hugging every curve on her body before flaring out mid-calf. The rows of diamonds dip over her body, accentuating her trim waist and highlighting her breasts and ass. I don’t care what anyone else is wearing, no one will be more beautiful than my Cinderella.
“Bellissima. You take my breath away. Now, sit here and don’t move while I get ready.” I leave her there, hoping she doesn’t get into too much trouble. Within moments, I throw open my closet and pull out my outfit. Sentimentality washes over me as I finger the full-coverage mask. It’s one I’ve had with me since I purchased it in Venice all those years ago. I figure why not come in traditional style? Besides, it would be nice to air out these old relics.
I slip on the white trousers and white brocade jacket, satisfied that I look every inch the fairytale prince for my princess. Wincing, I gather the mask and head back out into the living room. She’s not my anything. She’s here for a night, then the spell will be broken and all will go back to normal. Lonely normal. I ignore my brain and continue towards Dahlia. Lonely or not, she’s not the one to change things. A human could never again hold my heart.
Not only is she not sitting, she’s actively digging through the boxes, a frown furrowing her brow. I cross my arms and watch her for a bit. “Looking for something in particular?”
She jumps and whirls around, her expression guilty. It’s kind of cute, actually.
“My fan?”
I look at her, confused. “Fan?”
“Yeah, you know.” She picks up one of the starched napkins and flits it about like in the movie.
Laughing, I scoop her up into my arms and set her on my lap. “There are no fans tonight. But I promise you, you won’t miss it.”
Dahlia juts out her lower lip and I snag it with my teeth, ignoring her slight hiss of discomfort. Her lip barely misses my fangs as it slides out from between my teeth. I kiss her softly before depositing her back onto the couch. Swiftly, I put the ‘glass slippers’ on her feet, marveling at how much she sparkles with diamonds on her dress and on her shoes. Only one other piece is missing, but that I’ll get at the club. Standing her up, I grab both of our masks and lead her outside the hotel and into my car.
The ride is silent, and I can feel the anxiety pouring off her. I want to comfort her, to tell her that she’ll be okay, but I can’t promise that. She’s reawakened a beast in me that I long thought dead. There’s no way she’s getting out of tonight unscathed. Reaching over, I squeeze her hand, trying to convey a world of words in that one touch, but I know it’s woefully inadequate. After a moment, she lets go of my hand and fiddles with her mouth for a few moments. Those damn fangs, which she put back on before we left. I stifle a