His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,35
eyes aren’t red anymore. He seems calmer, more in control. He plucks the key from Wilson’s grip and Wilson’s eyes lose focus. My ex walks out without another word, clearly hypnotized.
Fork. That was close. I sag in my bonds. I expect Charlie to interrogate me, but he blurs to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me gently to release me from the door. He unloops the belt from my wrists and threads it through his belt loops without a word.
I wince at the sensation of blood running back into my arms. I open and close my hands, breathing through the pins and needles. The ginger root still burns in my ass, making my pussy weep with readiness. Oh, heck with it. I dance around, shaking my arms, squeezing my cheeks together and whimpering.
Charlie catches my wrists and rubs the place where the buckle left a red mark on my skin.
I twist out of his grip and grab his hands. “What did you do to him?” I can’t forget Wilson’s glazed look. My neighbor, my coworker and now my ex—who else is going to be collateral damage?
“I made him forget what he saw and told him not to come around anymore.” Charlie sounds perfectly calm. He slips my grip in a move too fast to see. The next thing I know, he’s grabbed hold of my hair and pulls my head back. I’m panting now. Between the burn in my ass and the bite in my scalp, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. It’s not just the pain—it’s Charlie, all the way.
The vampire studies me, his gaze caressing my neck. Is he angry with me? What will he do now? I lick my lips, trying to think of the right words to calm him, but his gaze hoods and drops to my lips, and suddenly I can’t think at all.
He tugs me closer to whisper in my ear, “I really, really like it when you beg like that.”
I moan. My insides melt into molten syrup. My pussy is pulsing, already so swollen from his whipping and the heat of the ginger.
He picks me up by the waist and lifts me toward the ceiling, until his arms lock. Then he tips his head back and lowers me until my pelvis is head height. Until my pussy meets his mouth.
Fork me. He flicks his tongue over my clit and activates every screaming nerve ending that hungers for his touch.
“Oh my godfathers,” I shriek, stunned by both the sensation and the impressive position.
He carries me that way, dipping to fit through the door. We enter my bedroom where he lays me on the bed. I writhe on the comforter as the pressure makes the ginger burrow deeper within my back channel. Charlie crawls up between my legs, holding my thighs open to continue his expert assault on my clit. I try to clamp my legs together and can’t. I might as well try to crush a rock.
Charlie is merciless. He pushes the ginger finger in and out of my burning anus as his tongue flicks my clit. I claw at his shoulders, the sensations overloading my system.
“Charlie,” I scream. “Charlie?”
He lifts his head, still wiggling the ginger.
My pussy gushes, practically soaking the bed. The warmth of the ginger makes me positively wanton for sex. “Please...I want you.”
The corners of his mouth tip up but his eyes look sad. “Want me, how?”
My cheeks grow warm. “Inside me.”
He shoves a finger inside my sopping wet pussy. Oh, fork!
“Like this?” he teases, moving it in and out.
“No,” I whine, writhing and trying to bear down on his hand to get more stimulation. “I want your cock inside me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I cry. He wants me crude? He’s got it.
He pinches my clit, and I cry out, my whole body jerking.
Picking me up behind the knees, he lifts my pelvis off the bed and drags me down, flipping me over when he reaches the edge, so I’m bent over the side. He shoves the ginger in and out some more, and I stamp my feet, dizzy with need.
“Oh, it burns so bad...Charlie, please.”
I hear the jingle of his belt and turn to see his cock spring free from his boxers. As I suspected from the size of the bulge in his pants, his dick is impressive, jutting straight out, long and proud.
I let out a whinny-like sigh, excited to feel him in me. “I have