Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,79
ecstasy.
“Do you want to come for me?” Without waiting for a reply, he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy. Pinning me down with his other arm across the small of my back, he finds my G-spot and rubs it so hard and fast that I climax almost instantly, squirting uncontrollably as he draws out my orgasm in that delicious, relentless way he has.
The fact that people are watching me lose control somehow only heightens my arousal and by the time he removes his fingers, I’m lying in a puddle of water and my own juice.
“Clean them.”
My cheeks flaming, I realize he’s holding his drenched digits in front of my mouth and I suck them obediently, tasting myself, keeping my eyes closed, and trying to pretend we’re alone.
“Good girl. I’ll give you a moment to recover while I get you cleaned up.”
Moments later, I can feel him wiping me down with a washcloth and my heart melts at such a tender gesture from someone who also has such a sadistic and evil side. I lift my hips so he can slide a towel beneath me, and allow the endorphins to flood my body as I settle back down and close my eyes once more.
Despite the frankly still agonizing sting in my butt and thighs, I feel strangely content and comforted, as though a heavy weight has been lifted. At first, I think it’s sheer relief that I survived the thing I had been dreading ever since Maximus first mentioned it yesterday, but then I realize it’s more than that.
My heart feels lighter. Maximus has forgiven me for what I put him through but, perhaps more importantly, I’ve forgiven myself. I still feel regret, of course, and would behave differently if I could go back in time, but I no longer feel guilt. Nor do I feel sorry for Zeke. He was so ugly to me while we were alone in that clubhouse, I dread to think what might have happened had Maximus not come to my rescue. Maybe it’s cold-hearted of me not to feel sad that he’s dead, but at this point, I just feel relief that he’s no longer a threat. He knew what Maximus is, and he knew what he was doing when he had his two friends tie me up and manhandle me into his car, essentially kidnapping me.
There are always consequences.
“Sabina?” Maximus’s soft voice breaks into my thoughts. “Are you cold?”
It’s then that I realize I’m shaking. “No. Endorphins,” I tell him.
“Still, let’s get you warm. Can you sit up?”
He helps me, and I wince as my well-striped butt takes my weight. Next moment, a thick, fluffy purple blanket is wrapped around my shoulders and I snuggle into it, gratefully accepting the bottle of water Maximus slides into my hand.
He really is wonderful at aftercare.
“How are you feeling?” Sitting down beside me, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“Strangely cleansed,” I tell him. “Sore, of course, but good. You?”
“Incredibly, unbelievably proud,” he says. “And impatient to get to the good part.”
“The collaring?” I ask, suddenly realizing that I’d forgotten all about it. I’d been so focused on dreading the public punishment.
“And the thing that comes after that,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Sex?”
“Feeding.”
We both chuckle. It’s the perfect opening to ask the question which has been weighing on me for a long time now. “You say Lucius turned you,” I begin, already feeling him tense up against me. “Is it possible to turn me, too? I don’t think I want to grow old and wrinkly while you stay this young and gorgeous.”
“It is possible. It’s dangerous and complicated, and it’s a process rather than a one-time event, but it can be done,” he says slowly. “But it’s absolutely not a decision that should be entered into lightly, and I won’t even entertain the thought of turning you until we’ve been together for at least a year.”
“A year? That long?”
“Oh pet, a year is nothing when you’re considering eternal life.”
Suddenly I feel foolish. “Of course. Although I don’t suppose you spent a year thinking about it.”
He lets out a bark of laughter, but there’s not much mirth behind it. “I wasn’t really given a choice. I was almost dead when Lucius found me. If he hadn’t begun the process right then and there…”
“You wouldn’t be here with me today,” I finish the sentence for him, surprised by the