13. Taylen

Chapter 13

Taylen

T he dark-souled vampire looks down at me with impassioned red eyes like sexy orbs of fire, searing my skin as he draws out of me slow, then plunges deep. No amount of preparation could have readied me for him, even something so innocent and gentle as being stroked and bound by the masterful beast. I should be scared out of my mind after hearing some of the stories about what goes on in the VIP rooms, but I'm not even a little. Instead, my body is anxiously primed for whatever he has in store, even completely tethered to his bed while the stokes the flames higher and higher with every drive he makes.

The minute I feel the trembling deep inside, the moment that I know I won't last one minute longer, that delicious feeling about to consume me, the monstrous beast stops and pulls out. My eyes widen in shock as the deliciously building orgasm floats away. "No," is the only word that comes to mind, but I hardly have the energy to speak it aloud.

He leans over me, kissing my lips, and then trailing down the length of my neck, pausing over that sensitive pulse, feeling the beat of my blood flow, wetting my center with a need that until recently I'd never known. I shift my neck as my tips harden with unleashed desire, that he clearly doesn't plan on satisfying right away. He suckles my neck, while finding that little nub, stroking it just off center while he turns my emotions to goo. My hips shift, and his finger stops. He uses both hands to control my hips as he slides down the length of my body.

"Now you'll learn to stay still, love. Do not move, or I stop and begin again."

The warmth of his tongue washes over me, reigniting the flames that are still simmering under the surface, just waiting for his touch. My hands ache to grasp the bedding as the sensual touch stokes the flames, bringing them to the surface, making my hips want to shift too. I focus, but it takes extreme effort to keep them still. Every little stroke makes me want to move, greedy for the pleasure but doing everything I can to avoid moving, but when it gets to be too much, and my hips shift, the dominant vampire master who likes to control my pleasure does not go back on his word.

The heat of his touch falls away, as does the deliciously building orgasm. Frustration sets in, but still the clawing desire persists, bubbling under the surface, making me desperate for his touch. I will do anything to stay still this time. Anything. The sexy beast looks up at me from between my legs. "We start again, love. This time, do as I ask when I pleasure you. It will be that much better in the end."

Grrr… I let my head loll back, patiently psyching myself up for the torture of what's to come, but no amount of preparation can prepare me for how strong the desire has grown, the desperate need to feel his touch and the almost primal need to let the growing fires explode.

He watches me intently, so heated that I have to look away or combust. I focus on his hair and how it moves as his tongue strokes between my legs, trying my hardest to focus on anything but the pleasure, anything that will help me not to move and to lose this glorious build.

This time when the waves begin, I manage to ride them without moving a bit, but that effort costs me a steep rise in need, a clawing desire to orgasm like I never have before and when he tells me to come, I ignite, completely lost in the glorious explosion, the heat of the flames licking the inside of my walls as the heat of his tongue caresses me through it. Even when I think I'm done, he is hardly through, eking out every bit of pleasure that he can before washing me with his tongue. Until I lay panting and sated unlike never before.

Slobozia snakes up my body like a muscled and sleek panther about to pounce on his prey, his eyes flaming red. "You did very well for your first time." He strokes the hardness of his cock between my legs, gathering wetness before sliding into my wet channel, his length and hardness stoking flames that have barely settled and are far from gone, coaxing the embers to burn and grow again as he glides in and out, hitting that little button that drives me almost insane.

"Stop."

He pauses midstroke. "Do you really mean stop?"

I shake my head. "No."

He smirks, driving into me deep, hitting that bullseye that he already knows is going to bring me over the edge. "Wrap your legs around my waist, love."

I do as he instructs, and he sinks so deep that I think my entire body may explode again already. I moan softly. "It's too deep."

"Want me to stop?"

"No, I want more," I pant through my rapid breaths.

The muscled devil drives harder, straight to the end of me every time, gaining speed and force. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, and he reaches up to untie me.

My hands instinctively wrap around the muscled neck and when he draws me up sitting on his lap, I already know what he plans to do. And I want it, crave it, and when he shifts upward to hit my spot in a different way, I gasp with the intensity of it all. His hands wrap around my waist, and his mouth finds my neck as he lifts me up and down, shifting up hard to drive deep inside.

I'm not going to last another minute but Slobozia seems to know the minute I'm ready, the minute that piercing my vein will make me explode, and when his fangs pierce my neck, our bodies flow in union, both riding through the flames of desire, exploding into bliss at the very same time, rocking each other through the power of the lusty flames.

Slobozia rolls me, still joined, kissing my lips as I stroke the muscles of his chest. He holds me close as our bodies acclimate and my wound closes before reaching for his knife. He draws a tiny line over the top of his wrist, just like the last time, and holds it to my lips for sustenance. Being fed and nourished by the masterful vampire is something that I can get used to doing, something that I don't want to stop, because like it or not, now that I've had a taste, I've come to consider the master vampire mine.

He smiles down at me, wiping my lips as I finish suckling his wrist, wrapping it easily with his tie and folding me back into the crease of his arms. "We'll need to go over safe words and their meanings and uses when you're ready."

My forehead crinkles? "Why?"

He taps my nose. "Because it's an important guide to how you're feeling in the moment. I'll know if you truly want to stop, are just getting close to your limits, and so many other things. It's for your own protection and not negotiable if we're going to play."

"Fine. My safe word will be chocolate."

He laughs. "We'll talk about the safe words before we play again. Right now, love, you need rest. Overmaster Descallia is going to want the masters to meet at the consulate tomorrow. It's the first time we've been together since the rogues tried to burn us alive at once. I'll be gone before you wake. Romano said the ladies have plans to get together downstairs while we're gone. They're planning to pick them up before heading back to their respective regions. You can stay as long as you like," he says, covering us with the sheet and blanket.

I close my eyes. So much to think about, so many things up in the air and what I want to do probably lies in the very hands of the males who are about to meet at the consulate. Either way, whether they decide to rebuild the warriors to defend the vampire community or not, I can no longer see myself in a life without Slobozia. I snuggle into his warmth. "I'll be here when you get back," I tell him, because after today, there is no denying that destiny has won in her game of fated mates.