His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,22

bring it to my mouth. The nectar makes my dick punch out hard against my zipper.

The fucking torture.

I don’t know why I’m even doing this to myself, yet it seems impossible to leave this beautiful, barely-touched woman unsatisfied. She craves something I know how to give.

And she deserves satisfaction after she’s borne my sudden presence and endless demands so well.

Her pillowy lips part, nipples pull taut. I gently stroke the pads of my thumbs over them.

My cock throbs.

I make an approving rumble in my throat as I slowly walk around her body, admiring the display. I trail my palm over her ass, then draw it back and smack her on one cheek.

She gasps and wobbles but satisfies me by staying in position.

I slap the other cheek. She shivers, her breath short.

“You like being spanked by me,” I observe.

She drops her arms and tries to turn, but I catch her wrists and stretch them above her head with one hand, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet, shifting her balance forward.

I deliver another stinging slap to each cheek, then rub her heated flesh. “You look good in pink.”

“Why,” she pants, “why do you do this?”

I soften my touch, making it more like a caress now, soothing the sting away. “Vampires often mix pain and pleasure when they play with mortals,” I tell her. “It makes our partner’s blood sweeter.”

She stiffens, but I press my body against hers and murmur in her ear. “You surrendered to me. Why?”

“You made me,” she lies, as she shifts her weight back to her heels, a whisper closer to me.

“No, Aurelia,” I breathe in her ear. “You want it. You’re curious. You want to know what happens next, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I give her ass another slap. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

Her admission floods my chest with the warmth of success. I caress her backside, my fingers trailing up her inner thighs. She jerks when they brush her swollen sex. She clamps her legs together as if to keep me out.

“Come, Aurelia. You and I both know you aren’t serious about that.”

I slide my fingers between her legs again, wiggling to get through her tightened thighs until the tip of one finger touched her slick entrance.

“Your kitty’s ripe for me,” I murmur, my voice sounding thick.

She lets out a shaky moan.

I screw one finger inside her, and she wriggles against me, wanting more.

“Beg me for it,” he said.

“No.”

“No?” I remove my fingers.

“Wait—”

“Ah,” I say with satisfaction. I wrap one arm around the front of her and splay my hand across her belly, bringing my lips to her ear. “What are you more afraid of, Aurelia? Enjoying it or giving in to me?”

Her legs buckle, as if her knees went weak. I hold her up and nip her ear. “You can let go of that pride, can’t you? Admit you want pleasure from your master?”

“Please—”

I flick her earlobe with my tongue. “Please satisfy me, Master? What would you like me to do?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpers.

I step back to give her another spank.

“Ooh!”

“You do know, but you’re too afraid to admit your desire.”

“No,” she insists, sounding stubborn.

“No?”

“No,” she repeats firmly.

I draw back to study her face. She lifts her chin. Her face is lit by her magic, fairy light illuminating her skin. She literally glows. It’s amazing she doesn’t see it.

What am I doing? Aurelia isn’t my lover. She’s a means to an end. I could seduce her, but with the curse still on me, there’s no point.

As soon as she lifts the curse, I’m gone. Anything else is a distraction—her hot body, her fearlessness, her pretty face. And I swore I’d never be distracted by a woman again.

“Get some sleep. You’ll need your strength in the morning.” And with that order, I release her wrists and disappear.

Aurelia

I lurch into the space where Charlie stood, but he’s already gone. My arms grab air.

Damn. I didn’t really want him to leave. Stop being an arrogant ass, yes. Pump the brakes on the dirty talk...maybe.

But he left.

I run a hand down my face and steady my shaky breath. My legs wobble as I head for my bed, and my sex pulses in time with my backside. Mechanically, I find my pajamas and pull them on with trembling hands.

Where did he go? Is he still in my apartment? Where does he always disappear to?

But the real question is: Why did I tell him to go? Why did I say no? I wanted him, I did want