Page 62 of Fighting for Her Heart
“Then it’s high time.” I push my finger inside him, stroking, hoping my fingertip can find the right spot as my fingers tighten slightly over his balls and I start to bob and suck him in earnest.
Zuben tastes better than chocolate, better than wine, and my tongue circles as I work his rod, relaxing my throat and pulling him in deeper.
“Oh, Ember, I…”
I pull back for a second, keeping my lips near his tip.
“Nothing exists in the world except this moment,” I tell him, as if his cock is a microphone. I look up and into his frightened eyes. “Nothing exists, not in the past or the future. Nothing exists except you and me and our pleasure right now. No one can hurt you, Zuben. No one can hurt me, either. All that matters is you and me. All that matters isus.”
I take him into my mouth again and start sucking—hard—sliding my hand along with my mouth as I wiggle my finger inside him. He shouts, cursing in a language I don’t understand, and then his seed shoots into my mouth.
Elation overtakes me as I swallow quickly to avoid choking. He thrusts inside my mouth as he ejaculates full force, and my finger continues to press inside him.
He roars again, so loud it sounds like the whole room is breaking.
We drop with a bang.
The bed has broken.
Then suddenly my finger slips from inside him. His hands are on my face, lifting my mouth off his still rigid cock and he kisses me with so much passion I can no longer breathe.
His fingers land on my hips, his powerful arms lifting me and then bringing me down quickly to sheathe him, driving all the way in on the first pass. His torso’s still bound, but he’s broken the legs of the bed, and his arms and legs are now free.
He thrusts up into me as much as he can as I ride him, my speed accelerating out of control, driven by desire and all the vampiric essence I swallowed in his spunk.
“Slower.” He snaps the ropes around his abdomen to free himself, and then his arms drape over my shoulders, pushing down and holding me still over his cock still buried inside me.
“Let’s go slowly.” He looks into my eyes and I gasp at the change that I see there.
I see Zuben’s intelligence, his compassion and a hint of deep pain, but all of those things are swimming along with hope, with joy—and with desire. It’s the most glorious thing I have ever seen.
One of his hands slides down to cup my ass as the other stays over my shoulder and he uses his arms together to control my speed as he lifts me slowly and then guides me back down, each second of every trip even better than the last.
“I have seen you fucking the others.” He kisses me softly. “I have seen them take you slowly, but I never imagined…” He brings me all the way down again and his head tips back as he groans. “I never imagined that fucking slowly was an act I could ever perform. Or how good it would feel.”
“Slow is nice…” I let him guide my body up and nearly off him again. “But sometimes fast and hard also feels good.”
“I appreciate what you did for me.” He slides me down, unbearably slowly. “But now, at this moment, I am the one in charge ofyourpleasure. I will set the pace of how quickly I fuck you. I want to enjoy this and bring you intense pleasure before I feed. I am not certain if I can control what happens after that. Do you understand?”
His voice is commanding. Holding me on top of him, his strong arm presses down over my shoulders, preventing me from moving, while his other hand strokes my ass and then plays with the small of my back, as his cock twitches inside me. My body’s painfully aroused and needy, awakened not only by the sex but also the heat of his seed that I swallowed and has now invaded every cell in my body.
Using his arms to control me, he raises and lowers me, slowly, over and over, and I love seeing the reaction in his eyes almost as much as I love the feelings he’s creating inside me. I want to move. I want to ride him, or for him to pound into me, but he’s so much stronger than I am, so I surrender, letting him move my body over his rod at the pace he desires, my body’s only movement the grip of my inner walls as I contract them around him, hoping it will drive him to more action.
“Stay still.” His tone is commanding, and I fight not to wiggle as he reaches for the blindfold he removed from himself. He ties it over my eyes, and then I hear a snap as the final ropes confining him break.
In a split second, his cock is out from inside me. He flips me over, and I land with a pillow under my belly, my cheek against the mattress.
A quick shiver of fear races through me—is he going to fuck my ass again? Hard like he did last time? But it’s not really fear for myself, it’s fear that he’ll do something he’ll regret, erasing all the progress we made.
“Zuben…Ah!” His hand reaches under my hips to find my clit, but then his finger just rests there, applying light pressure but not moving.
I wiggle my hips, desperate for friction, but his other hand presses down on my back.
“I said stay still.”
I nod against the mattress as his free hand travels over my ass and my thighs, then his knees push my legs farther apart and his cock slides into my sex from behind.
The feeling is glorious, but the fullness only just begins to satisfy what my body really wants. I now want to be fucked. Really fucked. Fucked hard.
