“Why does my sister not like you?” Vito asks me.
“Because Drake is my father and she isn’t my mother,” I say wryly and he looks so completely startled that I giggle at him.
“Drake is your father? You are a Dark Fae princess?” he asks in wonder.
“Yes,” I say. “The Dark Fae princess. It is a long story and one I will share with you, but right now, you do need to feed.”
I don’t need to tell him twice as he grabs my wrist and pulls me back onto his lap. I can already feel his hard shaft and just to be wicked, I grind down on him.
He groans as I remove my top and offer him my neck. Without a word he clamps down and starts to suckle hard and fast from me. I yelp at the sharp pain, but then I feel the pleasure from it, and I squirm on his lap. I was never bitten as a human and I always wondered what made people want to do this, but I totally get it now. It is intoxicating. I get why humans become addicted to this feeling.
I fumble to remove his shirt, eager to get my hands on his broad chest. He is an enormous man, twice the size of Lincoln easily and as tall as my father. I see all the traits in him now and I remember about his eyes. I open my mouth to ask him about it when he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I can taste the spicy, coppery blood in his mouth, and I deepen our kiss. I don’t recoil from it as I expected to do but savor it instead. His hands go to my breasts and he kneads them painfully hard, but it further excites me.
“I want you,” I murmur to him.
“I need you,” he whispers back and pushes me off him to remove my skirt. He gets a little bit confused with the zipper and I chuckle as I stand up and remove it. He gasps as he sees my lacy thong and reaches out to touch it before he rips it from me with a quick tug. “You are so perfect,” he says, his eyes on the bare mound between my thighs. “So many times, I dreamed of you like this.” His gaze roams up my body and I feel a tingle go over me. He drags me back onto his lap as he pushes away the bed cover to reveal his erection pressing against the thin fabric of his loose pants. My mouth starts to water as I remember how enormous his cock is. Bigger than Lincoln and that is saying something. I am so eager for him to tear into me that I pull his pants off to his delight and straddle him. I take him in my hand, my fingers just meeting as they circle his extensive girth. I moan with lust and tug gently on him. “I am so wet for you,” I whisper in his ear.
“Uhn,” he moans and closes his eyes as I continue to play with him.
“Feel how wet my pussy is. Make me come,” I say to him, needing to talk to him, just to say anything to my long-lost lover.
His eyes fly open with a look that makes me take my hand off him.
“What?” I ask.
“Pussy?” he asks. “What is that?”
I gape at him and then remember that he has been locked away in a prison for centuries and won’t know the up-to-date lingo for, well, anything, never mind female genitalia. It makes me laugh and his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “You have much to learn about how we say things now.”
“I want to learn,” he says eagerly. “I want to learn how to make your pussy come to me.” He smirks at me and I grin at him.
“Come for you,” I correct him before I say, “Please do, sir,” and fall onto my back and stretch my legs wide for him.
He dives onto me and I half expect him to go down on me, but instead I feel his tip pushing against my folds. “I cannot wait,” he says. “I will use your body to please my own this once, my lady. Forgive me.”
He grunts as he eases inside me and I squeak as he rips into my flesh, forcing it to part way and allow him access.
“Oh, so wet,” he mutters, and shoves harder. He is only about a quarter of the way in and already I feel filled up. But I know he can go so much deeper. I crave it now. I open my legs even wider and he buries himself deeper. I wrap my legs around him and thrust my hips up to meet him. I feel him hit the wall of me inside and I cry out, totally forgetting that Maurelle said she would be waiting outside.
“Aefre,” he says. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and stare into his. He pumps into me in little jerks, rubbing against my G-spot in the most delicious way. He rides me through my first orgasm, never taking his eyes off mine and then he comes too, thrusting hard into me.
He drops his forehead to mine and I kiss him softly. “I want to ride your cock,” I say and he laughs in surprise.
“I will never say no to that,” he says and lets me roll us over.
“Your eyes,” I say to him again. “Why are they like this?”
He closes them briefly as I slowly grind down on him.
“I was an evil man, Aefre. You do not know the things that I have done. It darkened me, blackened my essence. My redemption was my imprisonment.”
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p; “Oh, Vito,” I say and place my hands on his chest. “I know how you feel,” I add quietly.