“Yes, CK. I am not going there to be with Sebastian, or Vito for that matter, or anyone else. I want someone to take me in their arms and tell me it will be okay and I will believe them because they are the big bad and can kick some serious arse,” I say.
“I can kick some serious arse,” he says wounded and I chuckle at him.
“I know you can, my love. But you like me to be able to kick arse too. You expect it from me. Just once I would like someone to treat me like a girl. Like a daughter.”
I see that he gets it even though he isn’t happy about it.
“Can I come with you?” he asks hopefully.
I shake my head. “Not this time. Drake is still very anti-Vampire, especially anti-you. I need time to get him used to the idea of us.”
“How long will you be gone?” he asks.
“Just a day or two,” I say. It should be enough to clear my head and get myself back in the game. I am worn out with everything that has happened since I became Queen of the Underworld and I need to get out of the Underworld as a result.
He agrees eventually, but only after I agree to give him myself seven ways to Sunday, and I really don’t mind that request in the least.
He carries me up to our bed and he slowly disrobes me, leaving me naked in the middle of the bed while he casually takes his own clothes off. I chuckle at him as he folds them all neatly over the armchair. He is such a stickler sometimes, even at the most inopportune moments. But he takes my breath away when he turns back to me. I watch his muscles ripple as he walks over to me and I see his eyes go darker with desire. It really isn’t hard to see why I crave him so much still, even though he is no longer my sire.
“Like what you see?” he murmurs to me as he climbs on the bed.
“Always,” I say to him before he claims my mouth in a kiss so passionate it makes me ache to be even closer to him.
He leaves my mouth to explore my jaw with his tongue and then he drops his fangs and grazes my neck.
“May I?” he asks.
“Since when did you ever have to ask?” I reply and then gasp sharply as he sinks his fangs into me. “Oh,” I moan as the pleasure of the bite coils deep inside, ready to strike.
He suckles slowly and then lets me go so that he can suck on my nipples. I am squirming with ecstasy by the time he has made his way down to my clit. He delves his tongue down my slit, flicking me with little licks that bring forth a shattering orgasm.
“Mm, I love it when you do that against my mouth,” he murmurs.
“Again,” I pant and he is happy to oblige me, but this time with long, deep sucks to my clit that make me shiver before the explosion of pleasure races through me. He lifts his head, his lips wet with my juices, and I lean forward to lick it off him with little laps that have him moaning into my mouth. I can feel his tip pressing against me and in one long stroke he is inside me.
“Harder,” I say to him as he leisurely thrusts in and out.
“Uh-uh,” he mumbles against my nipple as he sucks it into an even harder peak.
“Harder!” I scream at him and wrap my legs around him, lifting my hips up to try and control the rhythm. But he doesn’t let me. He pins my hips to the bed with his hands and then speeds up a fraction, just enough to excite me, but not enough to set off the spark of an orgasm. He is teasing me in a way that is going to drive me crazy if he doesn’t let me have a release soon.
“Constantine, please,” I beg him as he just continues to thrust in and out, in and out, at the same pace for what seems like eternity.
“I love it when you beg,” he says with a wicked smile.
“Please,” I whimper and his grin broadens.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks.
“You,” I pant.
“Who is your Chosen one?” he asks.
“You are,” I gasp.
“Who are you married to in your heart?” he asks.
“Only you,” I cry out, desperate for him to give me what I want.