Page 68 of The Nightbound Soldier

“Don’t leave me in the dark.”

“I must.”

I look away. “This won’t work if you aren’t honest with me.”

“I’m as honest as I can be.”

I should push him away. I want to push him away, but the heat churns, my breasts growing heavier the longer he holds me, and his scent is driving me insane with lust. I reach to stroke his cheek, but he snatches my wrist and holds it above my head. I want to touch him, so I reach for his cheek with my other hand, but he does the same, trapping both my hands above my head.

“Have you been a good little siren and not gratified yourself?”

“Maybe.”

“You have. You have because you like to be controlled by me. You yearn for it, and from the moment we met, you’ve given yourself to me because something inside you, the instinct, the siren who lurks beneath the skin, the one causing chaos in your existence, has finally found a match.” He releases himself from his pants.

He holds me up effortlessly as he lines up his penis with my entrance, which is pulsing with need, my womb like a heart, contracting, pumping fluids into my channel, flooding it so the vampire can enter smoothly and his seed can make its way to my womb. Even if it won’t bear children.

The tip of him is cold, and I’m so hot, feverish even, and I want to scream for him to enter me already, but he’s hovering there, calmly dipping his head toward my mouth.

“Permission to fuck you into the door, Princess.”

“Permission granted, soldier.”

And then he enters me.

One agonizing, slow thrust that has my head tilting back and him closing the distance between our mouths and kissing me. His lips are cold, his cock is cold, his whole body might be cold, but I wouldn’t know because he’s wearing a uniform, the abrasive material of it scraping against my inner thighs as he moves inside me, his large cock stretching me at the same time as it sates a long-lost desire for exactly this moment, for exactly this male.

I don’t know what’s happening to me or how I’ve come to crave this male as much as I do. As he fucks me and kisses me and controls my body by holding me immobile, I wish for this moment to never end. If I thought I wanted this male in my life before, now it feels like Imusthave him.

The revelation is jarring. It scares me. I moan into his mouth, then open my eyes, not realizing I’ve closed them. I find his eyes are closed, and it makes him even more attractive to me. He’s indulging in the lover side of him. I bet he rarely indulges in anything.

This male likely sleeps with one eye open. And if not that, then at least he sleeps inside a small secured space he can control even when he sleeps.

With his eyes closed while he kisses me, he’s telling me he trusts me. He’s controlling my body, and that pleases him as much as it pleases me.

Lazily, he lifts his eyelids.

His eyes blaze red, and he pulls back, blinking.

“Phew, I almost got lost inside you,” he says.

“That’s the idea, soldier. Surrender to the pleasure.”

He starts fucking me harder, his eyes almost glowing. “I can’t surrender. It’s not in me.”

Our bodies are banging against the door, and he’s so deep inside me, stroking places I never thought existed as pleasure points, making my channel undulate and milk him for seed.

“You will come with me,” he says. “Not before, not after, at the same time.”

Unsure I can hold off, I bite my lip.

Nottuza starts slamming into me, moving fast, creating friction. I want to come, but can’t because he owns my pleasure. But I can beg, and so I do.

I beg for him to let us both release, experience pleasure, surrender to each other.

“Come with me,” he says, and thrusts into me, releasing his seed at the same time that I scream, the heat ball that’s churning in my lower belly dropping and exploding into the most delirious orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

We’re panting. He’s still pinning me against the door, so I rest my cheek against his chest. “Thank you, General. May I have another?”

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