by Bianca Cole
She whimpers, making pride rise inside of me. The resistant human can’t resist for long. Vampires do have the unfair advantage of their bite, but I haven’t bit her. My fangs lengthen at the thought as I stare at the perfect pink skin of her ass. “I’m going to bite you, baby girl.” She stiffens beneath me, shaking a little. “Vlad, please.” I know what she wants, and it’s not my fangs.
I kiss her ass cheeks softly, before sinking my fangs into her flesh. “Fuck,” she cries out, hips bucking wildly.
I smile against her skin, tasting her amazing blood. Her body is wracked with pleasure as she explodes from the bite.
I force myself from her neck and move to her pussy, lapping up every drop of her come. “That’s it, come for me.” As I lick her, I feel her tense again. “Oh my God,” she screams, as another orgasm breaks the moment my tongue is on her clit. “Vlad, please, I—”
I yank her hair, forcing her to arch her back up as much as the restraints allow. Slowly, I move my aching cock through her dripping wet center. “What is it, Rosie?” I lean over her, pressing my cock into her dripping arousal. “Can you no longer resist me?” I ask, gently kissing her neck.
She shakes her head. “I need you,” she gasps, arching her back as much as she can. “Take me, please. I want you to be the first inside of me.”
Something inside of me snaps, hearing her beg me to be the first man inside of her. The first and fucking last. “I’m going to take it because it’s mine, baby girl.” I lick a path down her neck, before sinking my fangs into her.
She shudders, moaning in pure ecstasy. Her blood makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt. Vampires can be rough lovers, and I’m concerned that a virgin won’t handle me. If I get out of control, I could kill her.
It’s odd for me to have any concern over a human, but if she were to die, it would ruin me.
“I’m going to be the only man ever to fuck your beautiful, little pussy,” I murmur, running a hand down her spine, feeling the goosebumps prickling on her skin. “I need you to promise me something, Rosie.” I gently cup her throat from behind, holding her against me.
“What?” she asks.
I move to her ear. “If it’s too much you call out the word red, do you understand?”
She nods her head.
I tighten my grip on her throat. “Tell me that you understand.”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
Fuck.
She knows how to wind me up. The perfect little submissive, giving it all to me. I slowly move the tip of my cock through her center, but I know this isn’t the position to take a virgin.
No matter how desperate a woman is, there’s a certain amount of tenderness needed when you’re dealing with a virgin. It goes against my every nature. I’m not fucking tender, I’m rough, but I want to be for her.
Slowly, I unclip the restraints. “What are you—” I spank Rosie’s ass, and she groans. “Don’t question me.”
She remains slumped over the spanking bench, even when the restraints are gone.
I slip my arm around her waist and lift her against me, carrying her into the bedroom.
“Why are we staying in there?”
I don’t meet her gaze. “Because no virgin should be fucked over a spanking bench, that’s why.” I grit my teeth together. “We will have plenty of time to enjoy the pleasures of that room.”
I set her down in the center of my bed, watching her.
She looks perfect in my room. It’s as if she was made for me.
Her brow furrows as she stares up at me. “What’s that look for?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I’m just surprised you care where you fuck me for my first time.”
My eyes narrow, but she’s not the only one who is surprised. My need to protect and claim this girl is earth-shattering. I can’t hurt her, and I need to be tender with her tonight—at least, tender for me. It’s going to be pretty rough still, but she knows the word.
I don’t address her comment, crawling over her.
She moves her fingers to the buttons on my shirt.
I grab her wrist. “Did I say you could touch?”
She shakes her head. “No, sir.” She bites her bottom lip in a way that drives me fucking insane.
I sit back on my haunches and rip open my shirt, popping all the buttons.
Rosie licks her lips, letting her gaze roam my chest.
I’ve never had a woman look at me the way Rosie is looking at me. I grab her wrists and push them over her head, restraining her. Our lips meet in a wild, frantic kiss as our need takes over.
My cock is leaking all over her pussy, so ready to be inside of her.
“Please, Vlad,” she gasps as we break free. “No more playing, I need to feel you inside of me.” She wriggles beneath me, as I hold her arms above her head still.
I bite her lip in a warning. “I’m in control, Rosie.”
Her nipples are rock hard, pointing at me.
I move my mouth to those, sucking on each one softly.
She bucks her hips, moaning deeply. “Oh, fuck.”
I rub my cock between her thighs, creating friction on her clit as I suck her perfect nipples. It’s all it takes as she comes apart again, body shuddering beneath me.
It’s impossible to hold out any longer. All my self-control shatters as I see the pleasure painted over her face. I let go of her wrists, and before she’s even come down, I slide every inch of my cock into her—the first and last man to ever enter her perfect, tight pussy.
Her eyes go wide, and she moans deeply, clawing her fingertips into my back. “Vlad.”
I bite her bottom lip, resting deep inside of her tight, virgin pussy. Slowly, I move inside of her, letting her get used to my size. Each thrust feels better than the last as she arches her back, enjoying every second. All I can think about is claiming her, marking her as mine. I want my seed deep inside of her, making her mine.
I kiss her lips, tangling my tongue with hers in a desperate kiss. I move carefully inside of her, feeling a foreign concern for her flooding me.
“Fuck me harder, Vlad,” she moans, clawing at me.
I groan, wishing she wouldn’t push me. “You can’t take it, baby girl.”
She meets my gaze, challenging as always. “I can. Fuck me, sir.” She arches her back more, and I lick her nipples as she does, making her shiver.
“You asked for it, baby girl.” I meet her gaze. “Remember the word.”
She nods, eyes misted with desire.
I feel my self-control slip as I start to pound her harder and faster. A need I can’t quite understand driving me—a primal need to breed her, which makes no sense. Vampires can’t mate. At least, it’s very rare. In the history of vampires, only two have ever gotten a woman pregnant, both with magic intervention.
Our bodies meld together as the bed starts to groan and shake beneath us. Rosie moans, clawing onto my shoulders as I fuck her like a beast. My fingers dig into her hips hard as I fuck her, moving over her wildly.
She gasps as I lift her, pulling out of her tight, wet heat.
Quickly, I force her onto her knees and kneel behind her. My cock is back inside of her faster than she could register it as a human. I grab her throat, squeezing as I start to pound her from behind—her small, fragile body rests back against my chest.
“Fuck, Vlad,” she moans, arching her back and accepting every thrust.
“That’s it, baby girl, take my cock.”
She shivers, her muscles clenching harder around my cock. I know she’s on edge, but I’m not ready for this to end yet. If she comes, I won’t be able to hold out.
Instead, I stop and hold her hard against me, dangling her on the cliff edge. “Please,” she groans, thighs quivering.
I let it pass, drawing it out for as long as fucking possible. “No, I’m not ready for this to end,” I growl.
She whimpers, turning limp in my arms.
I pull out of her, giving us both a moment to rest. I drop d
own onto the bed and pull her on top of me. “I want you to ride me, Rosie.”
Her cheeks turn bright pink, and she bites the inside of her cheek.
I shake my head. “There’s no use getting shy now. On my cock, now,” I order.
She nods, straddling my thighs and sinking onto me.
I groan, sitting up and grabbing her hair. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, before pulling her lips to mine. Our tongues tangle as she moves her hips, riding me like a fucking pro.
It’s hard to believe this beauty is a virgin, but I’m so glad she is. The thought of any other man ever being inside her makes me insane.
Her hips move faster as she gets into a rhythm, and I move my hands to them. I grip them hard, forgetting about my strength. It’s impossible to let her take control for long, as I begin to thrust into her, controlling her movements.
Rosie moans deeply with each thrust, eyes rolling back in her head. She’s lost to this, loving what I give her. A profound and deep connection to her rises inside of me. It’s been there this entire time, but it seems to strengthen as we move as one—becoming one. All this time, I’ve tried to avoid this exact thing. A blood bond is the last thing a king should form between a human. Yet, this was there before I ever tasted her blood, before I kissed her, and before I took her virginity.
She’s been mine ever since I scented her.
“I want to feel your little virgin pussy come all over my cock,” I growl.
Rosie throws her head back, panting for breath as her orgasm rocks her.
I grip her hips hard. “Look into my eyes when you come.”
She does as I say right away, meeting my gaze as her orgasm rocks through her. The tension comes to a peek as she pulls me over the edge. I roar, my cock exploding deep inside of her.
She’s mine now. Mine forever. There’s no way I’m ever letting her go.
16
Rosie
I roll over, wincing at the pain radiating through my body. It feels like I’ve been in a fucking car crash. Vlad’s arm is gently strewn over my waist, holding me as he sleeps.
Fuck.
I lost my virginity to the vampire holding me captive last night. His possessive nature is too fucking alluring to resist. He wants to protect me, own me in ways I’ve never dreamed of.
Last night was the best night of my life, but I don’t know where that leaves us. I shift, groaning the moment I turn onto my side. As I move the blankets, I realize the cause.
My hips are black with bruises. I bite my lip, realizing that Vlad was right. I can’t handle his strength. The ache between my thighs is dull but present. I pull the covers back over myself and lie on my back as Vlad starts to stir.
He shifts over and smiles at me. “Morning, beautiful.” He kisses my cheek and then my lips softly.
“Morning,” I say as he starts to kiss my neck.
His hands move to my hips, and I flinch at the pain, groaning.
He stops meeting my gaze. “What is it?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” His eyes narrow, and he pulls the sheets away, growling when he sees the bruises he inflicted. “Fuck.” He stands up and starts to pace the room.
His muscles are tense as he doesn’t say a word, pacing like a mad man. He is a mad man. A man who ignored my decision not to go with him and took me anyway, and despite that, I still fell into bed with him.
What is wrong with me?
I can’t understand why that connection and desire to be with him is only heightened now.
He blames himself for the bruises, but I asked him to fuck me hard. I’m at as much fault as him, and they will heal.
I shift out of bed, trying to ignore the pain of my injuries. I move toward him and set a hand on his arm, making him tense.
He snaps and grabs my throat suddenly. “Rosie, stay the fuck away from me.” His eyes are frantic. “I’m dangerous.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re not.”
He searches my eyes, expression torn. “I hurt you, Rosie.” His fingers loosen from my throat, and he steps away from me. “You need to stay away from me.”
I shake my head, grabbing his chin in my hands. “It’s partially my fault. I asked you for it hard.”
He grits his teeth, prizing my hand off his chin and turning away. “No, I should have known better.”
I can’t believe how much I want to defend his actions. This man kidnapped me and locked me up, and I want him—that alone is ludicrous.
“Vlad, please stop beating yourself up.” I set my hand on his hard, muscular back. “They are just bruises. They will heal.”
He turns around, grabbing my hand so quickly I can’t react. “This time, it’s just bruising, but what if I hurt you worse next time?” He shakes his head. “Too many vampires have killed their blood givers.” His eyes look haunted as he meets my gaze. “I can’t lose you, Rosie.”
A flash of vulnerability makes my heart skip a beat. Vlad seems so powerful and untouchable, yet he’s scared of losing me.
I shake my head. “That won’t happen, I know you wouldn’t kill me.”
He laughs. “How could you know? I’m a fucking monster, Rosie.” He shakes his head. “You don’t know the things I’ve done, and if you did, you’d be running out of here as fast as fucking possible.”
I grab his hand and pull him close. “No, you’re not. Vlad, prove to me you can be gentle.” I press his hand to my breast. “Prove to yourself.”
He groans, eyes darkening as he lets them roam over my naked body for the first time since he woke. “Rosie,” he moves forward, gripping my waist softly. His lips move slowly over my neck and collarbone, as he gives in to our connection.
I love every soft kiss he plants on my skin and every brush of his rough hands against my waist.
He’s careful not to touch my bruised hips, pushing me back toward the bed. “Lie down, Rosie,” he murmurs.
The soft tone of his voice sends a shiver racing down my spine. It’s a complete contrast to last night. I lie down, staring up at him.
His jaw is clenched tight as he looks at the bruises on my skin. “I fucked up.”
I shake my head, holding my hand out to him. “Vlad, stop blaming yourself.”
He moves toward me, taking my hand and allowing me to pull him onto the bed. His grip is soft as he slowly kisses me, deep and passionate, but soft.
I can tell it takes all of his control as he slowly moves down my chest, planting soft kisses over every inch of exposed skin. I moan, arching my back as the need for this vampire grows.
He touches me with careful control as he moves between my thighs. “Rosie,” he breathes my name as he gets to the sensitive flesh, teasing a tongue through me.
I grip the bedsheets beneath me, moaning at how good his tongue feels. It’s insane that this is what I’ve been missing, keeping myself closed off from intimacy, but something tells me it always had to be Vlad. He’s the one for me, the man who will pull me out of my shell and complete me.
Vlad grips my thighs harder, pushing me toward the edge with each lap of his tongue.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He is deliberately slow and careful with every lap of his tongue. I fist the sheets beneath me, feeling so wound up already. I watch him move his finger to my pussy and dip it inside of me, curling it to hit the spot that drives me insane. “Vlad.”
He smirks up at me before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I buck my hips, always needing more from him. I grit my teeth, knowing that I can’t push him since he’s trying to be gentle.
Vlad groans against me, slowly kissing a path up my tummy and chest. “I need to be inside of you.”
I nod and kiss him, wanting that more than anything.
He pulls his boxers down, and my eyes go to his huge cock erect and ready. A bead of precum drips onto my tummy, making me needier.
“I need you,” I breathe.
He slides inside of me softly and slowly, clamping his eyes shut as I allow him
inside.
I’m so wet he just stretches me around him with little effort. The soreness I felt earlier has turned into an ache for him. “You feel so good, baby girl.” He sinks his fangs into my neck, flooding me with even more pleasure.
I groan as he drinks my blood. It’s something I never expected to find a turn on, but it’s oddly erotic. Vlad is addicted to every part of me, and it makes me feel powerful.
He retracts his fangs, licking them clean. “I love the taste of you,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Every part of you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, clawing him closer to me. It feels like even inside me, he’s not close enough.
Vlad moves slowly, gritting his teeth as he holds himself back. Every thrust of his cock sends me spine-tingling pleasure. The sensitivity between my thighs heightens the sensation. It’s different from last night but just as good.
I clamp my eyes shut as the next thrust pushes me close to the edge.
Vlad teases his fingers around my throat softly. “Eyes open.” He kisses my lips, before thrusting into me again slightly harder and sending me spiraling over the edge.
“Vlad,” I scream his name as my body convulses beneath him. He keeps his fingers wrapped around my throat as I come apart.
He groans as my pussy tightens around him, dragging him over the edge with me. “So fucking tight.” He pumps once more, his seed spilling deep inside of me.
He presses his forehead to mine, panting.
I knew he could be gentle, somehow. I press my lips to his and kiss him deeply, feeling my love for this man deepen. It’s insane that I love him when I don’t know him. This connection between us is destiny. I was supposed to find him, and he was supposed to find me.
“I knew you could control yourself,” I murmurs.
He smiles. “I’m not sure how you knew, as I didn’t.”
I peck his lips. “I just did.”
He flops onto his back and pulls me against him, kissing the end of my nose.
I can’t understand the warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. I can’t understand how I love a man who took me against my will. Deep down, I always wanted to go with him, so perhaps that’s why. This man and I are joined by something powerful and impossible to resist.
