His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,61

his finger and brings the head of his cock to my back hole once more. The pressure stretches.

Charlie

I reach a hand around and flick Aurelia’s clit. “Open for me.”

Her surrender cracks the remaining armor I’d put up, my mistrust of her fading each time she gives herself to me. She kneels, her ass in the air for me, reddened by my hand, willing.

I circle her clit and she relaxes, arching her beautiful ass toward me. I press my cock against her anus with more insistence.

“Open, Aurelia,” I advise.

She holds perfectly still, and I continue the pressure forward, easing into her hot, tight tunnel. I grip her hips and pull them back, impaling her ass with my cock, then easing back and repeating the slow movement.

Aurelia moans, a noise somewhere between protest and encouragement.

“Give me your wrist,” I command.

She looks over her shoulder, confused as she reaches one wrist behind her, leaning on the three points of her shins and one forearm.

I grip the wrist. “Now the other.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I want. She has to rely on my hold on her captured wrist in order to lift her weight off the other arm. She leans into it tentatively, lifting her arm reaching it back with a look of slight panic. I hold both wrists in one hand, her torso suspended over the floor. If I let go, she’d fall on her face. With my other hand, I grip her hair and pull her head back.

Aurelia mewls, but the scent of her arousal’s grown so strong it fills the room. She wants this as much as I need it. I pump in and out of her, fucking her ass, knowing this is the path back to all that’s good between us.

I move slowly, taking care not to be too rough. Aurelia’s cries grow more insistent, and I pick up speed, sensing the surging of cum, and remembering I’m capable of orgasm.

Thanks to her, my sweet fae mortal.

I let myself go, pumping in and out, her tight channel hugging my pulsing cock until I lose control and shoot my load with a groan. “You may come,” I remember to say, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal and orgasms. I sit back on my heels and pull her to sit back on me, gently releasing her wrists and hair. I lift her off my cock, and she groans and collapses on me, her head falling back over my shoulder.

After we catch our breath, I finally speak. “I don’t know what to think of all this, Aurelia,” I say, the weariness of my sleepless days sounding in my voice. “But I do know that you are mine. Nothing can change that fact.”

Aurelia’s body begins to shake, and I tighten my arms around her, smelling the salt of tears. The depth of my response to her pain answers any remaining doubt I might have had about her or us. I couldn’t walk away from her no matter what challenge we faced—even having Anka between us.

Charlie

Anka can’t hurt me again, even if she lives on through Aurelia. My little fairy loves me with a heart big enough to heal all wounds. My eyes burn as I kiss her, releasing my last reservations. I stand, lifting Aurelia to straddle my waist and carry her to the shower, where I turn on the water and step in.

The droplets run over our heads, cleansing away burnt smell from the crisped vampires. Knowing Aurelia had the power to destroy me so easily and yet still surrendered, making me her master makes me ache with love. I pull off my shirt, soaked now, and toss it over the curtain rod. Running my hands across Aurelia’s shoulders, I worship the magnificent curves of her lithe body. I pick up the soap and run it over her skin, lathering circles around her breast, down the cleft of her ass.

Control slips away, and I shove her up against the shower wall, pinning her there and forcing a knee between her thighs. “I need to be inside you, Aurelia,” I murmur in a dangerous voice. “Now that you’ve released me from the curse, I might need you ten times a day. Or more.”

Her mouth opens, and she arches into my hands, water running in rivulets down her golden skin.

I bend my knees to fit my cock to her cunt, sliding into her without needing to prepare the way. I tuck my palms behind her shoulders to cushion the shock, then begin