on my hips. I make my strokes long and slow, making her burn for me as she meets each of my thrusts by pushing her hips up.
I tease her dusty pink nipples, pinching them and making them hard as diamonds. “Come with me, Clarabelle,” I murmur, thrusting harder.
A moment later, we explode together as she screams, “Aaron!”
I sink my fangs into her neck and draw in a mouthful of blood as my cock pulses inside her. She comes again, still crying out my name, and I pull another mouthful from her. She tastes so sweet, like apple tarts dipped in cinnamon. I don’t want tonight to be our only time together. She is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t want to have to give her up. But I worry about Siannon.
I pull back and gaze into her eyes. She is panting hard, but her fingers move to her neck and she frowns. “What are you, Aaron?” she asks softly, but she doesn’t seem scared or worried, just curious. “Are you…” she tilts her head and looks up at me, her fingers going to my slightly parted lips and then beyond to touch one of my fangs, “a vampire?”
I grip her wrist, pull her questioning fingers from my fang, and kiss them. I keep my gaze on her, staring into her eyes. “If I am, does that bother you?”
She keeps her gaze on me, and her breathing slows a bit. A moment later, she shakes her head, her strawberry blonde locks dancing on the pillow, making the diamonds in her hair sparkle. “No,” she says softly.
I pull out of her and move to the side. She looks over at me. Sitting up and slipping her shoes off, she tucks her feet under her and gazes at me.
“You aren’t afraid of me?” I ask.
Belle shakes her head. “No. You would never hurt me.”
I arch a brow at her and frown slightly. “I could, though.”
She smiles. “I trust you. If you were going to hurt me, you would have done it long before tonight. The only way you could hurt me now is by pretending this never happened.” Her words are nearly a whisper, and her smile slips as she removes her mask and sets it aside.
I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and draw her closer. “How did you come out of the trance before I removed it?” I ask. I need to know because her knowing about me is dangerous. Not to me, but to her.
She blinks, and her cheeks color. “I think it happened when I came… it was so intense… and then you bit me, and I came again… it just woke something in me.”
“I’m sorry, Clarabelle, I never should have—we shouldn’t have—”
She puts a finger to my lips and looks as though tears are about to spill down her cheeks. “Please, Aaron, I wanted this. I know it was just for tonight. I won’t ask for more. I—”
I shake my head and cup her cheeks. “That’s just it, my sweet. It can’t be just one night. You know too much now.” I press my forehead to hers. “We have two options.” I gaze into her eyes, so close to mine, her lips but a whisper away.
“We do?” she asks.
“I can erase your memory of tonight—which, I’ll be honest, is a dangerous thing to do—or…” I pause, taking a breath, praying that she will agree, “or I make you my submissive.”
Clarabelle’s eyes flutter and her lips part, as if she is about to answer.
I press my lips to hers. “You don’t have to decide right now, we can—”
“Yes.”
“Yes, to what?” I question.
“Yes, I will be your submissive,” she answers, her eyes sparkling.
“You’re sure? It could be dangerous,” I reply.
“You said wiping my memory could be dangerous,” she reminds me.
“Yes, but this is even more so… My… do you recall me mentioning my previous girlfriend?”
Clarabelle nods, a disgusted look on her face. “She didn’t deserve you.”
I snort at that. “Maybe not, but she won’t like the fact that I’m making you mine.”
“Is she a vampire too?”
I nod.
“And most of them out there?” She nods toward the door.
“Yes.”
She gulps. “Will they be mad that I know?”
“If I don’t make you my submissive or wipe your mind, they will wipe it, and you won’t like that.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re going to make me yours.” She smiles, her eyes lighting up again as she gazes at me.
“You’re sure?”
She nods.
“There is a collaring ceremony tomorrow night. We’ll do