Page 47 of Craving Her Vampire

Iwant his mouth back on my skin. Hearing his story was sad, and I wanted to bring him comfort. The heat is distracting, though. I am ready for him to take me. Obeying him won’t be a hardship. Calling him Daddy comes naturally. Every word he spoke turned me on even more. His acceptance of my quirks makes me believe the universe knew who I needed.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, lifting my chin. “It satisfies me greatly to give you my blood.”

“What is your word?”

“Chains,” I say quickly. He leans back further into the cushions of the couch.

“Stand up,” he commands. I slowly back off of his lap, getting to my feet. “You already know I like to watch.” I nod. “Take off your clothes.” He cups his hands behind his head and widens his legs.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say and take a step back. My skin tingles with anticipation. I didn’t know someone watching me undress wouldturn me on. With Micah, everything is natural. I reach for the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head, dropping it at my feet. My hair floats around my shoulders and down my back. I move my hand to the clasp of my bra.

“No,” he says, and I pause. “Your pants first.”

I don’t question it and drop my hands to pop the button and glance up. His eyes are glued to my fingers, and the heat washes over me, prompting me to move faster. I hurry to lower my zipper when he speaks again.

“Slow,” he says. Fuck, I want fast. I start to open my mouth but stop when he narrows his eyes.

I bite my lip and unzip slowly. I widen the opening of my jeans a bit at a time, working them over my hips until they reach my thighs. I watch his face, waiting for further instruction, but when he remains silent, I continue. I bend as I work them down my legs.

“Use my legs as support,” he instructs.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I put one hand on his thigh as I pull the bottom of my jeans over my foot. I swap and move to the other leg. I kick them out of the way and stand straight. Waiting. Wanting.

“Turn around.” I shiver and turn. “What a beautiful ass,” he comments. I expect his touch, but it never comes. “Take off your bra now.” My fingers fumble but succeed. I slide the straps over my arms, and it joins the pile of clothes. I wait for him to tell me to face him, yet once again, he doesn’t do what I expect. “Panties,” he growls.

I know what position I will be in as I bend to take them off. “Daddy?”

“What did I say?”

I swallow. Who am I kidding? I’m dripping because of his commands and his eyes skating over every inch of exposed skin.

I hook my fingers on the sides of my underwear and slowly slide them down. Bending at the waist as they travel. I use the table in front of me to replace his thighs to balance.

“Stay.” My heart jumps. “Widen your legs.” I work my feet across the floor, doing as he wants. He can see everything. I close my eyes. I desperately want his touch. “You are stunning, pet. This pussy,” he breathes deep. “Is gorgeous.” I hear him lean forward. I feel the heat from his body closing in, but not close enough. “You are being such a good girl,” he hums, and warmth spreads over me. “Are you going to continue to be good?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” I like being his good girl. I never thought I would want to give over control to a man, but it feels natural with Micah.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says silkily. “I’m going to slide my fangs into your skin. You are going to feed your Daddy.”

“Yes,” I groan.

“I am not going to touch you in any other way right now. While I am drinking your blood, you are going to come.”

“Please.” I’m disappointed by his lack of touch, but I desperately want to nourish his body.

“I want to hear your agreement,” he says sternly.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” My toes curl, waiting for him to strike. I feel his breath on the inside of my thigh. I can hear the rustling of his clothes as he moves on the couch. Without my sight, every other sense is enhanced and concentrated on the vampire behind me.

I tremble when his tongue hits my skin. He licks once, twice, and pulls back. Time moves slowly as I hold my breath, yearning. I need his possession of my blood and my body. He makes me wait. What seems like hours to me must only be minutes. I roll my lips to stop the words of begging that want to emerge. I only hold them back because I want to please Micah, and somehow I know if I beg, he will only make me wait longer.

I groan when he finally strikes. He sucks my blood from my body, and nothing has been as pleasurable as the act. I have never thought about what it would feel like. I never dreamed about a vampire mate or what that would mean. I never gave much thought to vampires at all. It’s an emotion that is hard to put into words.

The orgasm rushes through my body, the prolonged expectation of his feeding bringing me to the edge before he bites me. My fingers dig into the wood as the biggest wave of completion rolls over me. He was worried about draining me, but he should have been worried about me encouraging him to take it all. I wouldn’t be too upset if he changed me now. I wasn’t ready, but right now, I would give him everything.

He rips his mouth away. “Not yet, pet.” How did he know my thoughts? “That’s why I’m in charge.” He licks the wound, and aftershocks course through me, making the pressure rise again. “I am looking forward to drinking your blood forever,” he rumbles.

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