I grin, “Like what you see?”
I do enjoy pissing her off.
“Give me what you promised.” She is getting down onto her knees and I shake my head. “You said—”
“You think I trust those pearly white teeth to not chomp at my best feature?” I scoff, “One day those beautiful red lips will have the honor.” I take a step toward her, but she’s not moving from her kneeled position. “Trust me, I cannot wait to drown you in cum and stretch that delicate throat of yours. Until then, bend over that couch, Xeraphine.”
The defiance in her eyes as she stays on her knees makes me fucking thrive. My hand comes to her jaw, tracing the delicate lines of her features.
Oh, I’m definitely a goner for this little demon.
11
Xeraphine
Idespise this Vampire, even if he just gave me the best orgasm of my life. No man has ever eaten me out like that, let alone shoved their fingers in my ass. Honestly, everything he did was perfect. My legs are still trembling, which is also the reason I don’t want to stand. I don’t need him to see how fucking good he made me feel.
I’m still going to kill him. Especially because he’s attempting to dictate what I need as if I’m oblivious to it.
“Get up, Xera.” His deep, commanding voice has the opposite effect on me compared to anyone else who has ever tried to tell me what to do. Instead of feeling angered, it stirs something inside me, making me feel submissive. Normally, I’d despise that sensation, but in this moment, with him, I don’t.
“I won’t bite it off.” I give him a wry smile, “I promise.”
His speed eludes my vision, too quick for my weakened eyes to track. The grip on my throat is both deadly and arousing. As he begins lifting me from the floor, I assist in the action of standing.
“When I get my strength back, I swear…” I seethe through my teeth, barely able to get the words out as his grip tightens. My initial threat was to put him down on his knees, but it’s apparent he enjoys that, and is quite good at it.
He pulls our lips together again, and I immediately taste his desire. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever experienced, infuriating me further. I cannot afford to become addicted to this dead man.
He rips me away, commanding, “Clean up your mess.”
My eyes widen in disbelief, “You asked for it, you clean it up!”
I know he won’t budge, and a part of me wants to cut out his tongue. No I don’t, damn it. Maybe he can’t use that massive cock of his, and I can take that instead.
“You are a piece of shit, you know that?” I’m shocked at myself for bantering with him. Am I so tired that I can’t take control of this situation? Is he the Incubus?!
I decide not to remind him of his promise again, so when he turns his head slightly, I groan through clenched teeth. This is both incredibly sexy and humiliating.
My tongue grazes his jaw, trailing across his cheek as I trace the path to his lips. He turns, allowing me to clean the other side in the same manner. Fucking Beyond itself, I’m even more turned on than before. My hand finds his chest, and the moment I touch his hardened pecs, adrenaline spikes through me.
I’m sucking in his lust, normally the least potent of the four food groups, but I devour it as though it’s his lifeforce. I’ve never felt this drained before, and I’m just going to convince myself that is why everything is more sensitive now.
Returning to his lips, I pause to say with disdain, “Cleaned off my cum, but now you have my saliva everywhere. You’re welcome.”
I know I won’t ever get the desired response from him that I want, “As long as it’s not shit, I don’t care.”
“Give me... what you promised, Kai.” I lace my tone with toxin, purposefully trying to provoke him into action. This was supposed to be nothing more than him feeding me, yet here we are, licking each other like dogs.
His eyebrow pops up, and just as I’m about to ask why he’s giving me that look, he hooks his arm around my waist and lifts me up. The hand that was around my neck moves to lace through my hair, pulling my head back.
He is not gentle with me, and as he pierces my skin with his fangs I shout, “Do not get blood on my carpet, I swear to Gods!”
“You and this fucking apartment,” he growls and crosses us quickly toward the kitchen. “If you tell me what not to do again, little demon, you’ll regret it.”
The moment I’m seated on the counter, he brings my legs around his hips, and with a force ready to destroy the world, he breaks through me. My entire body heals, that includes my pussy, so to say I was not prepared to be ripped apart is an understatement. He does not allow for me to settle into his size. With how forceful he is already being, he clearly couldn’t care less that he is physically breaking me in half.
From the Vayl to the Beyond, I can’t feel my legs.