The Vampire King’s Captive

BRAN

He wanted to do something for her. Wanted to give her his smile since it was what she wanted.

When he turned back to her, there was a smile on his face that made him feel raw, exposed. Her breath caught when she looked at him and her eyes swept over his face countless times as though she was committing the picture to memory.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” she breathed right before she kissed him on the side of his mouth.

He shuddered before he could stop it, then cursed afterwards.

Wanting to erase the innocence of that kiss, Bran yanked her to the edge of the dresser and kissed her. He worked his hands under her dress then paused when the tip of his fingers brushed the top of her thighs.

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“Do you want me to take it off?” He asked her, giving her the chance to tell him to back off if it was all becoming too much for her. But she didn’t.

His lips parted on a surprised breath when she grabbed the material and took it off, baring her body to him for the second time.

Well, it wasn’t the second time that she was baring her body to him. It was the first actually. The only time he’d seen her naked was when she wanted to bathe so she hadn’t done it for him. But he’d seen her naked that day and that was what he meant.

Now, however, she was naked for him. Him.

And, fuck, what a sight she was.

“All this time we’ve been talking, you weren’t wearing underwear,” he murmured as his eyes swept over the expanse of her body.

He was almost too scared to touch her and for a full five minutes, all he could do was stare.

Her skin was creamy and slightly tan although she wasn’t as tan as she used to be, probably from all the days of being indoors but she still had a light tan and it wasn’t just on her face.

His nostrils flared when his eyes dropped to her breasts, taking in the creamy, supple flesh with the dark pink nipples at the tips. They budded before his eyes, tightening and distending until they stood out proud and his mouth watered with the need to have them inside.

Still, he forced his eyes away and dragged them lower to her tiny waist that he could cover with the span of his hands, then her round hips, curved perfectly in an obscenely womanly way that made him harden even more than he already was until it felt like there was steel attached to his body.

Yet then he dragged his eyes lower to the flesh between her legs. It was pink and glistening behind little curls of black hair that gave her an edge of innocence.

His legs shook as desire slammed through him and he was positive that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for a moment longer.

He dropped to his haunches which put himself exactly at eye-level with her core. Dragging a finger down her lower lips, he looked up into her eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She groaned, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her head fell back against the mirror.

He wanted to know what she tasted like. He needed to know. He felt like if he didn’t find out right there and then, he would die.

Wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold her steady, he breathed in her delicious scent, then dove in.

This was something that Bran didn’t do for a lot of women. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d gone down on a woman and the first time had been an experiment. The second was because she’d liked it and wanted him to do it again.

The difference between this time and the others was that she wasn’t asking him to. He was doing it willingly.

She was supple, pink and wet, getting even wetter by the second as he feasted on her. Her moans were music to his ears and when he popped one eye open to watch her and saw that she was playing with her breasts, he almost came in his pants.

“I’m so close,” she breathed with her eyes pressed tightly shut. “So close.”

Good. He wanted to taste her.

He added a finger, sucking in a breath at how tight she was, then he flicked her clit, added a bit of pressure and that did it.

When she came, she screamed and he almost leapt up to cover her mouth with his hand, but then thought, fuck it, let them hear. He didn’t care either way.

Her essence flooded his taste buds and he groaned, lapping it all up hungrily. Like a dying man presented with a huge banquet.

After riding out her orgasm, he shot to his feet and kissed her with a hunger that shook even him. His mouth ate at hers, biting hard on her lower lip and pulling on it with his teeth. The move reminded him of that night when he’d accidentally taken her blood and suddenly, the urge to drink from her assualted him, filled his mind until he actually started to consider doing it again.

But he didn’t want to steal from her and he fought the urge back down with all his will.

He pressed his hand on her back so that she was arched and with that same hand, started playing with her nipple, flicking it with his thumb.

He jerked when he felt her hand sneak discreetly under his shirt. She felt up his muscles, dragging her nails down the grooves and ridges in his stomach, then her hand went farther down and flirted with the waistband of his trousers.

He hissed out a breath and his hand tightened unconsciously on her waist. He paused when he felt a certain hardness and blinked. Disentangling his lips from hers, looked down and saw something that he hadn’t seen before.

Ribs.

Her ribs were visible now and her skin clung to them. Even her hipbones were more defined than they usually were.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was filled with confusion as he took a step back from her. “It’s your turn.”

“You’ve reduced.”

“What?”

“You’ve reduced,” he repeated with a strain in his voice.

She followed his eyes and saw what he was talking about. “Oh.”

His heart squeezed in his chest and he almost couldn’t breathe. He’d done this to her.

Him.

Even though her father might have a hand in the whole thing, Bran started it. He’d contributed and that was enough to make him hate himself.

He took another step back, already retreating out of the room, then stopped when he realized that she was still sitting on the dresser. With his eyes carefully averted, for his sanity and not for hers, he picked her up and dropped her on the bed, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“What are you doing?” She asked, panicked. “Bran don’t-”

“You should rest,” he cut her off, then traced out before he could change his mind about leaving.