“More,” I pant as he shoves his tongue into my entrance. “More!”
He gives me more; he gives me a whole lot more. His fingers and mouth working in unison to ensure that I come again and again.
“Oh, Aefre,” he cries, “I need you.”
“Take me.” I give him the words he has longed to hear and within seconds, he has stripped off and is on top of me, parting my legs even further. I wrap them around his waist, lifting my hips up to allow him entry. He drives into me with one quick thrust and I scream out his name. It sounds so unfamiliar on my lips, but so right at the same time.
“Fuck, fuck,” he pants in my ear as he plows into me with all the force that he has. I feel like he is going to tear me in two and I want it. I want it all.
I drop my fangs and without asking for permission, either, I chomp down on his neck. He stiffens, his hand on my neck, ready to snap it for violating him in this way. But then he remembers that it’s me, and he gives into it. He lets me drink deeply from him as he steadily fucks me in an intoxicating rhythm that leaves my head spinning.
I thump around him and he groans, rolling us over so that I am now straddling him. “Take me,” he says, giving over his control in a clear sign of trust.
“Gladly,” I say, removing my fangs and licking my lips. I place my hand on his pale chest, right on the scar over his heart.
His eyes flash with anger and he makes a noise of protest, but I start to move my hips and he loses himself again.
We don’t say another word to each other, we just delight in each other’s body’s, bringing each other to the edge time and again. I have lost count the number of times he has made me come and vice-versa. He has all the stamina of the ancient Vampire that he is, and I revel in it. I welcome it. I need the pain that comes with being pleasured so much. My pussy is raw, my breasts have been bruised, my nipples are still bleeding, my back has been shredded, my wrists have been broken twice, but I don’t care.
I shudder one last time underneath him before I am completely spent. I physically cannot come anymore. I have only ever reached this point with my ex-sire and it makes me smile.
Frederick rolls off me and I cuddle into him, needing the affection after such a brutal fucking.
He stiffens, not used to it, but eventually he puts his arm around me.
“That was worth the wait,” he says, tangling his fingers into my hair.
“Sure was,” I agree. I want it to happen again. I need it to.
“Do you want me to tell you what is wrong with you?” he asks suddenly, breaking me out of my post-fuck bliss.
“I thought you said there wasn’t anything wrong with me,” I reply with a fierce frown.
“You don’t believe that, do you?” he mocks me. “Look at what you just let me do to you.”
“I wanted it. I needed it,” I protest, pissed off that he is using this to make his point.
He gives me a look that makes my blood boil. “Do you know why?”
“Why what?” I hiss at him, removing myself from the bed and dragging on my robe.
“Why you need it. Why you need sex to make you feel better.”
“I don’t,” I say loftily.
“Liar,” he teases me gently. “You crave affection and there is nothing more intimate than sex.”
“Sex is sex,” I say boldly. “You, CK, a stranger. It makes no difference.”
“And yet it does,” he protests. “To you.”
“You have no idea what you are talking about.”
“I do, though. I know you. You started out life
as a feeble girl in a world where girls were nothing more than chattel. Your parents used you as a workhorse until they could unload you for a few cows. They didn’t give a shit about you. Selling you to that fuck to rape you and beat you as he saw fit. Which brings me to my next point. Radulf.” The sneer in his voice makes me cringe. If I hadn’t just seen him again, so real, I probably would have scoffed in the face of Frederick’s ‘explanation.’
“He gave you no kindness, only pain and misery. He ripped away your womanhood in a brutal act and it has affected you.”