found and dark curls exposed.
And I could not wrap my mind around the fact that I was allowing it.
Holding my eyes, his touch slowly moving up my inner thigh, he said, “That gentle kiss I promised. I’d like to give it to you now.”
“I won’t like it.” Not the way the woman did on screen. Never like that.
His fingertips reached my undergarment’s opening, pulling it wide to expose even more of me. “Then I’ll stop.”
One could say the first touch of his lips in that forbidden place was indeed chaste. Soft pressure at the apex of my sex, right where I tingled the most.
Pressing my head back into the couch cushions, I gasped. Hips rocking so I might know more, just like the woman on the screen had done.
And more, I was given.
I don’t know if his tongue was forked, but it was evil through and through as the demon sluiced through my juices to flick at my lower lips. To strum a delicious knot of pleasure above my hungry opening.
There was nothing shy or modest in how he kissed me. Nothing innocent. Nose, chin, mouth, tongue, even teeth played me like a song.
And I did scream, bucking and wild and someone else entirely, climaxing with shaking legs within minutes.
It was as if I had finally been exorcised of a demon.
Breathless as he redoubled his efforts and pierced me with a tongue I knew was black, fat, and far longer than any human tongue. Undulating that thing within me, his nose nudging the bead where all sensation centered, I screamed again.
And again.
And again.
I was kissed until the sun rose. Until my voice was gone and my senses were muddled by pleasure.
And then the man pulled back, licking his smiling lips with a tongue more dangerous than sin. Climbing over where I was spent, where I realized I had been brazenly clutching at my own breast and pinching the aching nipple.
He murmured, “Better than honey,” kissing me to share the flavor of what he dined on throughout an entire night.
I tasted nothing like honey, but I found his tongue in my mouth delicious. His weight on my body divine.
Nipping his way across my jaw, he whispered the ultimate temptation, “We could make love in the sunlight. Gentle and slow.”
Perhaps we could….
My final thought before exhaustion and an unnatural sense of relaxation took me away.
Chapter Ten
Vladislov
Laying her in her new bed, in this new country, in this fresh start, I knew my soul wouldn’t wake until sunset. Not after the progress we had made… a dozen times or more.
She had not believed she would enjoy my tongue between her legs in her past life either. The first time had been quite a violent tussle. This time, all it required was some sensational media.
Bless the makers of softcore porn for women. I’d have them all changed so more movies of that nature might be produced and I might get the pleasure of eating pussy from dusk to daybreak again.
A vampire armada of smut makers! Ha!
Just wait until my queen viewed a real-life orgy. I bet she’d bob up and down my cock all night after furious blushing and five minutes of pretending not to look.
Was it too soon to throw her that style of party?
Yes.
I sighed, willing to press progress even if I couldn’t have my orgy. It was not too soon to strip her out of those clothes and let her know the glory of soft sheets on bare skin. Which would get me in a bit of trouble when she woke, especially as I would be just as naked and pressed flush against her.
There was no helping my dripping erection, so that too she would experience and muse over.
How delicious her musings were.
What a pity I had not been able to read her thoughts in her past life. Had I been able to, I could have been far more cunning and much less violent with my jewel. She might have loved me even more.
I might not have had to threaten the life of the very baby whose delivery had drained her to the point of death. I might not have threatened to kill it if she had not made the oath that would bring her back to me.
A child I could not bear to look at as it grew. Who outlived all his brothers and took my throne when I wandered off to make the world bleed for leaving me soulless and desolate—the great, great, great, great, many more greats grandfather