His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,36
a condom—in there,” I point to my bedside table.
“Vampires don’t need condoms,” he says. “No STDs, no chance of pregnancy. We get to go bareback.” He grabs my hips and impales me with one deep stroke, his pelvis shoving the ginger deeper inside my bottom.
“Oh yes!” I cry. My pussy clenches on his thick length, and my toes scrunch. I’m one stroke away from orgasm.
“Not yet,” Charlie orders. “You don’t finish until I say you can come. Understand?”
“Charlie, I can’t wait!” I moan, taking a mouthful of bedspread in my teeth and biting down, hard.
“Don’t. Come.”
He sounds so forbidding, I can’t disobey. I can only hold myself open to him, trying not to scream in ecstasy as he plows in and out with long, pounding strokes. I hear his breathing quicken, the sound of his panting winding my coil even tighter.
He makes a choking sound and barks, “Now!”
I contract every muscle from my waist down, my legs going stick-straight, my butt clenching, my vaginal walls gripping his cock so tightly my pussy pulls it even deeper. The seconds tick on and on, my release continues, shudders rolling through my body. When they slow and then stop, I collapse, a gooey mess.
Charlie eases out and removes the ginger plug as well.
I turn to look at him and catch a grimace on his face, as if he’s in physical pain. His cock is still stuck out straight, as if he never came.
He didn’t come.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he mutters, turning away.
I scramble off the bed, My muscles are watery. I stagger a little. My legs are having difficulty obeying the command from my brain. “Wait, Charlie?”
He doesn’t turn around, continuing toward my bathroom.
“Charlie?”
He stops and whirls, looking annoyed. “What?” In the low light his eyes glitter.
I draw back and swallow. “Charlie,” I say, my voice soft and coaxing. “Why didn’t you finish?”
His beautiful face turns to stone. “Go back to your studying,” he snaps, pointing toward the living room.
“Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”
“Do as I say.” He’s pulling away, and I don't know why.
“No, wait—” I touch his arm.
He disappears. One second here, clothed except for his beautiful cock. The next, gone.
No! I stumble and scream his name, “Charlie!”
A flicker of his image appears. I hold my breath as he slowly returns, staring at me with some deep, unrecognizable emotion.
“You didn’t come.”
He just looks at me. He’s not giving me anything, but at least he’s still here with me.
“Is this some sort of vampire mind trick?”
“No.” His deep voice is too bland. He’s hiding something.
Think, Tinkerbell, slow down and think. “It wasn’t me? It’s not something about me?” I gulp.
His voice is painfully soft. “No, little fairy. It’s not anything to do with you.”
And I know. “Is—is that the curse?”
He slowly dips his chin and gives a single nod.
I stare at him. I just experienced the most comprehensive orgasm of my life. But Charlie’s still hard. And no matter what we do, he’ll remain that way.
I burst into tears.
Charlie’s brows knot together, but he remains where he is.
“I’m so sorry,” I warble. I don’t even know why I’m weeping. “It’s just so horrible.” I swipe at my eyes.
Charlie’s forehead wrinkles. His hands are out as if he wanted to reach for me but stopped. He’s bewildered, his customary arrogance gone.
I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m going to fix it for you... I promise,” I say although I’ve got no clue how I’m going to do it. “You shouldn’t have to live like this. I’m sorry.”
He grasps the back of my neck and brings his lips to my ear, his fang running lightly over the edges of it. Scooping me into his powerful arms, he carries me back to the bed and lays me down, stretching out beside me with his head propped in his hand and an arm around my back. I snuggle close but am careful not to touch his hard cock. Poor man.
“Aurelia,” he murmurs, sounding choked with emotion. “So sweet.” He kisses my temple. “So much fire…” He kisses my eyelids “...so much heart. I’m humbled by your example.”
I run my hand over his chest, then sit up and tug at the hem of his shirt. I want to see him naked, even if we can’t have sex.
He sits up and allows me to remove the shirt.
I toss it on the floor and push him back down, running my fingernails through his curly chest hair, admiring the lines