Page 20 of Necking with a Vampire
“I want you.”
Draven backed Peter up against something hard, a low table, or something, it was impossible to tell.
Peter’s feet touched the ground.
“Stay,” Draven said. Like Peter was a dog.
He still stayed, like the good boy he was.
Without Draven to ground him, Peter reached behind. It wasn’t a table. It was a sunken bed? One lined with soft fabric and cushioned sides.
The sudden flair of a match almost blinded him. Candlelight revealed - a coffin?
“Isn’t this a little on the nose?” Peter joked.
“I assumed you’d like it.”
“Oh, I do. I’ve always wondered…”
Peter blinked, and Draven was in front of him again. Devouring him again. Coffin at his back.
“Ever since I first tasted you, I’ve dreamed of sealing you in my coffin and fucking you until the sun came up.”
But getting in the coffin was going to be awkward if- whoa!
In another feat of strength, Draven lifted Peter, bridal style, and lowered him gently into the coffin.
Peter gasped and arched his back. Holy shit it was soft. As soft as the chair in Draven’s van. No, even softer. What did Peter need to do to get one of his own? This was heaven.
Draven followed him in with a predator’s grace, caging Peter in.
There was no escape, not that Peter had any intention of leaving.
Wide, red eyes stared down at Peter like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The feeling was mutual.
“I wanted your first time to be gentle, like you deserve. Tonight is different. Tonight is dangerous. I wasn’t exaggerating. I worry once I have you, I’ll never let you go,” Draven said, eyes raking over Peter, arms shaking in barely suppressed desire.
“I don’t need you to be gentle,” Peter said.
If he’d learned anything tonight, it was that he liked a bit of pain. Draven pulling his hair was the first clue. The bruises on his neck were the second.
What would it be like to be bitten while being fucked?
Draven sat on his heels, the candlelight giving him an eerie glow. Movement sharp and stiff, he unbuttoned Peter’s vest and frilly shirt.
A bit late to try and save the vest.
A button ripped off, going flying.
Nevermind. Hot.
Peter laughed, breathless.
The sound cut through the darkness. It made Draven pause.
“I never thought I’d ever hear someone laugh while pinned under me in my coffin,” Draven said.
“I’m happy to be your first.”
