The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

A gust of breath escaped her lips and as if he had heard the sound, his eyes left the bed and rested on her face. They roved over it like a caress, leaving trails of fire on every part of skin he touched.

Her breathing kicked up.

That soldering gaze dropped to her lips and stayed. Her tongue peeked out to wet her dry lips and his throat bobbed.

“I…” He shook his head hard. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Maybe it was because her head was clouded with lust, thoughts of him, but she couldn’t for the life of her process the words he’d just uttered. “Huh?”

He braced his hands on the bed and made to stand. “I should leave.”

Her hands shot out to stop him, latching onto his arm and he froze, his muscles bunching under her fingers. His eyes bounced between her hand on his and her eyes, then his jaw tightened.

“Please don’t,” she whispered softly.

They fell silent and the moment stretched out between them like a river, tension filling the silence until the air felt so thick, she was sure if she tried, she would be able to cut it with a knife.

It was a struggle to pull breaths in through her nostrils so she opened her mouth to aid her breathing. Her chest rose and fell with her fast breaths, her eyes silently begging him to kiss her, to touch her and erase the emptiness she felt between her legs, the hollowness deep in her belly.

Please kiss me.

Please touch me, she internally begged and she could literally see the moment where his resolve shattered.

“Fuck it,” he growled suddenly and shoved his hand into her hair, yanking her to him.

Caught off guard, she squeaked, flying into him and bracing her hands on his chest. As though he was angry over the space between them, he dragged her into his lap and she quickly adjusted, shuffling until she was straddling him, her legs on both sides of his thighs.

Before she could even settle completely, he brought her face closer to his with his grip on her hair, then when their lips were only a hairsbreadth from each other, he froze. His eyes crawled slowly up to hers, his breathing laboured. “Can I?”

“Yes,” she breathed, drowning so completely in want and need that she didn’t care about anything else. “Please, yes.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

That did it.

His lips crashed down on hers. They were sweet and soft, especially the fuller bottom one, yet hard and unyielding at the same time as he dominated the kiss.

His tongue shoved against the seam of her lips, seeking entrance and she opened for him, damn near sighing when his tongue forced his way into her mouth and met hers in a sensual tangle, fucking her mouth so thoroughly, the flesh between her legs pulsed, begging for equal attention.

This wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

Digging her knees into the bed on both sides of him, she rose so that her head was above his, so that she could take control of the kiss exactly the way she wanted to and he groaned.

This was what Maria craved; the tussle for power between them.

One minute he was yelling at her, the next she was yelling at him. One moment he was coming onto her, the next he was backing away as though she was a creature he’d never seen.

One minute he was dominating the kiss, the next she was taking charge.

Her tongue chased his back into his mouth and the message could not be clearer-she was in charge now.

She dragged her tongue slowly along the roof of his mouth and a full body shiver moved through him. Seeing what that little action did to him, she shoved her hand into his hair to hold him steady and did it again.

“Fuck,” he moaned against her mouth.

Moaned.

Her brain fried, liquid desire pooling between her legs.

One hand untangled from her hair and slid down the side of her body, squeezing slightly when he reached her breasts before moving down to palm her ass, cupping it and rocking her into him.

The hand in her hair dropped to the spot where her waist flared into her hip and he held her there, using the grip to force her down on his thighs, right at the perfect spot where her core brushed his erection.

They froze, shocked at the intensity of the pleasure they felt from just that contact.

She did it again and they groaned simultaneously.

His head fell into the hollow of her neck and his tongue flicked out to wet the skin there, sending shocks of pleasure through her. “Can’t believe how much I missed you.”

“I thought I was going to die and not see you again,” she breathed, not giving much thought to what she was saying.

She only processed the words when he froze suddenly. His hands tightened on her waist and his chest rose and fell beneath hers.

Had she said something wrong?

She must have because that was the only conclusion she could come to for him stopping so suddenly.

Hell, why did she have to go and ruin the mood? She should have just kept her mouth shut.

Cursing herself, she attempted to salvage the situation as best as she could. “I do-”

She didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence before his fingers flexed one last time on her body and he pushed her off, dropping her beside him.

“We need to talk.”