Page 26 of Saving Her Vampire

“Good girl,” I breathe.

I unbutton her jeans and slide the zipper down. She sucks in her stomach as I pull them over her hips and down her legs. Her panties match her bra, red and lacy. “I will buy you more,” I say before I rip them in two. Her gasp of shock is loud in the quiet room.

I sit back on my heels, enjoying the view. She’s delicate, and I fear I will break her. I’m too far gone to turn back. She’s so soft everywhere. I start at her feet and run my hands up her legs, over her hips, stomach, and finally, her breasts. I drag my nose along the same path, taking in her intoxicating scent. I do it over and over again, memorizing her shape. Her hips are greedy, thrusting towards me, eager for me to touch her in the place she needs it the most.

I avoid her pussy. I want her worked into a frenzy of need and desire. “Will you let me use rope on you?” I ask softly.

“Yes,” she agrees.

“It will leave marks on your skin. I won’t tie it tight, just enough to bind you. I want to see the rope against your skin.”

“Yes,” she repeats.

“Don’t move.” I leave the bed and go into my closet. I haven’t used the ropes yet. I don’t know why I bought them when I did, since I never bring anyone I have sex with here. “Open your eyes and hold your wrists in front of you.” Her beautiful blue eyes blink open and lock on me. She presses her wrists together and offers them to me. Trust is an undervalued trait.

I uncoil the rope and carefully wrap her wrists. The red of the rope contrasts gorgeously with her light skin. Once she is secured, I tie the other end to the headboard, forcing her arms to extend over her head, stretching her out for my pleasure.

“Do not pull against the binding. If you want to be released, just ask.” She nods her head. I step to the bottom of the bed and look at my mate. The universe gave me a gift that I don’t deserve. Her beautiful body adorned with tattoos and my rope.

I put one knee on the bed, then the other, as I side my hands underneath her, cradling her ass in my hands. I pause, looking into her eyes and then down to her glistening pussy. “Are you ready?” I ask roughly.

“Yes, please, Bash,” she begs so nicely.

I lick her with a long swipe of my tongue, tasting her sweetness and swallowing. Fuck, I could taste her all day, every day. I only relish her taste for a moment before going back for more. I lift her hips and fall into her. I use my mouth, tongue, and teeth to eat her up. I carefully glide my fang over her lips, not breaking the skin, but scratching lightly.

Her moans echo throughout the room as her back bows off the bed, trying to get as close as possible. I pull one hand from her ass and slide my finger inside her wet heat. She gets louder when I add another finger and thrust deeply, repeatedly.

“You taste so good, baby,” I growl, my words floating over her sensitive skin.

“Fuck yes,” she gasps.

“Come on my face, baby,” I demand. I suck her clit into my mouth, grazing my fang over it, making sure not to puncture it. I increase the speed of my fingers, curving the tip of one, gliding over her G-spot.

“Bash, yes,” she yells.

Her walls tighten, her hips become jerky, and she gasps as she comes. I keep moving and ride her through it until she collapses.

I slowly pull away, giving her one more lick, and sit on my heels again. Her eyes are closed, and her chest rises and falls with her ragged breath. I want to remember her complete surrender to me. I want to witness it over and over again.

I kiss her, putting all my emotions into it. I make love to her mouth, wanting to reward her for her trust. “When I fuck you, I will bite you and turn you. That won’t be tonight, but I want that sweet mouth on my cock. Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes, Bash, I want to taste you, too.”

“Your wrists stay in the rope.” I pull her down on the bed without straining her wrists too much. I move away to take off my pants. When I stand before her naked, I love seeing the heat within her eyes. I know I’m bigger than most, but her expression causes pride to flood me. I desire to please my mate. I prowl onto the bed and loom over her. My fangs are showing, and my eyes are bright. I’m grateful the sight does not scare her. Since she is so small, it’s easy to straddle her and tease her lips with my cock.

She licks the tip and sucks.

“Yes, baby,” I growl.

I hold the base and push forward. Fuck, wet heat. She lets me guide the rhythm—as if she has a choice with her hands tied—but her eyes shine with encouragement. I’ve never had someone so eager to suck my cock.

I gently slide back and forth, watching her for any sign of being uncomfortable. My hand slaps the wall behind us as I lose myself in her. Pleasure zaps through me as I add speed to my thrusts. She sucks harder and harder.

I pull out, not wanting to come so soon, and give her back just the tip. I watch, entranced as she loves my cock with her tongue and lips. I growl as she sucks.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.” I tip my head back, and my fangs pierce my lip. “Suck harder. Such a good girl.” I’m on the verge of coming on her lips, so I dip inside again, sinking as far as I can. “Swallow me down, Marie,” I growl. “I want to come down your throat. Drink like a good girl.”

I go as fast as I dare, forcing my eyes to stay open to watch her take my come. As sparks shoot down my back, I hiss as I explode in her mouth. Holy shit. I lean heavily on the wall, enjoying her satisfied expression. I slowly pull out and get off the bed on weak knees.