Page 8 of Rescued By the Vampire Rogue

"Kael," she whispered, a plea and a reprimand all at once.

"Shh, little mouse," I chided softly before pressing my thumb against her lips. "Imagine how you'd feel, choking and gagging..."

She drew in a sharp breath, teeth grazing lightly over my skin. A beast roared to life within my chest at the sensation. My thumb slipped between her lips, and her tongue tentatively met it. The sight of her, the feel of her mouth warm and wet around me, had my mind spiraling down into forbidden fantasies. Her lips tightened as she obediently sucked on my thumb.

"Such a dirty girl," I growled, unable to contain the primal satisfaction that surged through me. "Eager for things you shouldn't want."

"I shouldn't," she agreed, her voice a sinful whisper, "but I do."

Desire twisted tighter inside me as I watched her suckle my thumb. It was a promise, a preview of what could be. With a deliberate slowness, I switched to two fingers, marveling at how readily she welcomed them.

"Good girl," I praised, voice laden with dark amusement. I withdrew my fingers from the warmth of her mouth, trailing them down until I cupped her magnificent breasts. Irritation coursed through me at the barrier of her clothing. I ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, then pushed her bra down until her breast was in my hand. Fuck, they felt wonderful. Beautiful areolas I couldn't wait to suck on. Not yet, but soon I would sink my fangs into her flesh. I needed to taste her. All of her.

My fingers resumed their path over her skin until I found her dripping cunt. A hiss escaped me as I discovered the dampness there, confirmation of the effect I had on her. Her wetness covered my fingers as I slid through the slickness.

"Already soaking for me," I breathed into her ear, a possessive thrill lancing through me. "You're unraveling under my touch."

And in that moment, the line between hunter and protector blurred dangerously, the rules of our dangerous game forgotten in the wake of desire.

My fingers traced the slick heat between her thighs, delighting in the shiver that coursed through her body. She clutched at me, nails biting into my shirt, twisting into my hair. I felt every desperate heartbeat of hers pulsating against my skin. One finger slid inside, then a second as I began to fingerfuck her. My thumb found her clit, teasing it in time to my thrusts.

"Look at you," I murmured, each word a velvet caress, "so eager, so desperate for my touch." Her eyelids fluttered, acknowledgment in her quick breaths.

"Say it," I commanded, the words sharp as a whip's crack. "I want to hear you admit it."

"More..." she gasped out, voice strained with need. "Please, I need more."

Satisfaction unfurled within me as I obliged, fingers delving deeper, exploring her until I understood every touch and movement that made her moan and her legs tremble. Making quick work of her pants and underwear, I spread her legs with mine. It wasn't enough, I draped one of her legs around my waist, the motion both possessive and revealing, exposing her fully to me.

Her eyes closed, lashes casting delicate shadows on flushed cheeks. I wasn't having any of that. My hand left her hair to grip her chin, tilting her head back, forcing those eyes open to meet mine. The connection was electric, a silent dialogue of raw desire and desperation.

"Keep them on me," I growled, my gaze holding hers captive. "I want you to see the one who brings you to the edge, who makes you feel this good. Now be a good girl and ask me—ask if you can come."

"Kael," she pleaded, the use of my name both intoxicating, "please... May I come?"

"Now. Come on my fingers."

The words were barely out before the coil inside her snapped, her climax hitting her like a storm surge.

"Beautiful," I murmured as the waves of her release broke over her. My fingers continued fucking into her, adding a third and never abating as her pussy squeezed them. My thumb circled her swollen nub, coaxing cry after cry from her lips.

"That wasn't enough. Again Ivy, come on my fingers," I demanded, voice laced with a dark promise. Her body tensed, a scream tearing through the room as the orgasm shattered her composure. But I wasn't finished. "You're going to squirt for me, Ivy," I whispered against her ear, my breath hot. "I won't stop until you do."

"No," she gasped out. "I can't... it'll be a mess."

"That's what I want." I dismissed her concerns with a growl, my grip tightening in her hair. "I want to make a mess of you until the only thing you can think about is how I destroyed you when you so much as think of me."

She squirmed, desperation etched across her face, but my hold was unyielding. Leaning down, my fangs pierced the soft skin of her breast. Vampire venom surged into her bloodstream, heightening every sensation.

Her scream was piercing, the floodgates breaking as her entire being convulsed under the spell of the venom and my touch. Warmth spread over my hand as she surrendered. I fucked her harder, her quirt spraying all over me as she continued to spasm and scream until she'd drenched our clothes and my fingers.

"Mine," I growled, my tongue tracing the twin marks where my fangs had claimed her flesh. She shuddered at the touch. I straightened, as my other hand stilled. I tightened my grip on her chin as I snarled, "say it."

Ivy gasped in heaving breaths as she tried to think clearly. "Wha?"

I caught her gaze as I stopped holding back the monstrous obsession that continued to grow inside of me. "You're mine. Fucking say it, Ivy."

Ivy moaned and let out a deep sigh, like she felt the declaration all the way to her soul. "I'm..."

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