anticipation. Her pussy throbbed with need at the mere thought of Cris. She was hungry
for her husband in more ways than one. And she did consider him her husband, even if
there hadn't been a formal ceremony yet. What they shared went far beyond a normal
marriage.
She had no shoes, but her feet weren't cold as she padded out of the room and down the
hallway. Thick carpet covered the center of the stairway and Johanna enjoyed the
sensation under her toes as she made her way towards the dining room. She stopped in
the doorway, amazed as always that this gorgeous man belonged to her now, just as she
belonged to him.
Sitting back in his massive chair at the head of the table, Cris looked every bit the lord of
the manor. It struck her then that this was no pose. He was lord of this castle and had
been for centuries. The thought was intimidating and arousing at the same time. He
turned his head slowly and a look of pure male satisfaction glittered in his eyes when he
noted what she was wearing.
His heated perusal left no doubt that he wanted to fuck her again. The man was insatiable
and Johanna was quickly finding that, when it came to Cris, so was she. Taking her time,
she sauntered towards him, her feet practically gliding across the stone floor until she was
standing beside his chair.
Bending down, she rubbed her breasts against his shoulder as she traced the outline of
his ear with her tongue. He reached for her, but she skittered backwards just out of his
reach. "Good evening, my lord."
His eyes practically glowed and she could feel the heat radiating from his massive body.
"Good evening, my love. I see you found the dress."
Johanna rubbed her hands over the bodice, lifting her breasts as she did so. "Thank you.
It's beautiful."
"No, the dress is adequate.You are beautiful." Cris shifted in his chair and she could see
the large bulge in the front of his pants straining for release. Her man was very aroused
and more than ready for her.
Teasingly, Johanna unlaced the front of the bodice, spreading the fabric until it framed
her small breasts, plumping them up and pushing them forward. His eyes never left the
soft mounds as she pinched their tips. Her mouth parted on a low moan and a gush of
cream coated the lips of her sex.
"Come here."
Swinging her hips, Johanna danced away from him. "But I'm hungry."
"So am I." Cris pronounced each word slowly and precisely, leaving her no doubt that he
was hungry for her.
Hunger rose from deep within Johanna, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She
wanted, no needed, Cris to take her now. Johanna felt her fangs growing and licked her
lips. Not hesitating, she lifted herself up onto the table in front of him and raised her
skirts to her waist.
He sat back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. "Put your feet flat on the table and spread
your knees wide." His tongue came out to stroke one of his fangs. "I want to see your
cunt. Are you hot for me? Are you wet for me?"
Pushing back slightly until her bottom was securely on the table, Johanna raised each
foot and placed both heels flat on the table. Widening her knees, she pushed her legs wide
open, letting him see all of her. As she sat there totally exposed, she could feel the trickle
of her juices flowing from inside her pussy, down the outer lips, and disappearing into
her behind.
Reaching out a single finger, Cris stroked the sensitive flesh before bringing it back to
his mouth and licking it. "You belong to me now."
"Yes." Using one of her hands for leverage, she pushed the other one between her legs
and stroked her aching sex.
Cris captured her hand in his, not allowing her to pleasure herself. "Tell me what you
want."
"You." She moaned as she tried to pull her hand from his grasp. She might be stronger
now that she was a vampire, but she was no match for Cris.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me, Cris. Now." She stopped trying to pull her hand away from his and instead
tried to push his hand closer to her damp flesh.
His dark, satisfied laughter washed over her and he pushed out of his chair and stood.
Opening his pants, he released his cock, which was huge and red. Gripping her knees in
his hand, he held her wide as he probed for her opening. One slow inch at a time, he sank
into her waiting depths.
Johanna moaned with pleasure as she lowered her upper body back over the table. Now
that her hands were free, she covered her breasts with them, reveling in the feel of the
tight nipples stabbing her palms as she rubbed them.
Cris reared back and drove hard, stopping once again when he was buried to the hilt.
"You are my one true love."
Johanna intentionally squeezed her inner muscles around his throbbing length. "And
you're mine."
Cris's eyes darkened as he laid one hand on the table by her head for leverage and
wrapped his other arm around her waist. "Forever." Pulling back, Cris began to fuck her.
Hard. It was if he felt he needed to reassure himself that she was real and that she was
his. Johanna reveled in his possession, needing their intimate connection as much as he
did.
The table groaned beneath her as she bucked and arched on its hard surface as he rode
her. She turned her head to one side and watched the flames leaping wildly in the
fireplace. Their shadows moved in a raw, primal dance on the wall. Reaching up, Johanna
pulled his head down to her even as she hooked her legs around him and held him tight.
Cris buried his face in her throat, nuzzling it before moving to her shoulder. Cradling her
head in the palm of one hand, he held her mouth to his throat. His fangs sank into her the
same moment that she sank hers into him. While he continued to thrust in and out, the
table creaking in distress, they shared each other's blood.
It was the most incredible thing that Johanna had ever experienced. More intimate and
intense than any of their previous lovemaking. Johanna's whole body tightened, and for a
second she was suspended between need and pleasure. Cris stroked hard into her once
more and she went over the edge.
Her entire body jerked as she came. A gush of liquid flowed from her pussy as she
continued to suck from his neck. She could feel the sucking motion of his mouth on her
neck all the way down between her thighs as if they pulsed to the same powerful rhythm.
Johanna pulled her fangs free from his flesh and licked his neck.
Cris's entire body heaved and shuddered. He withdrew his teeth and gave a cry, pumping
his cock into her until it was empty. Leaning forward, he licked the puncture marks on
her neck, closing and healing them in one motion. Resting his head on her chest, he lazily
licked at one of her nipples, making her moan once again.
"We can come back later." The new male voice was quite amused and very close.
With a panicked look at towards the door, Johanna gave a shriek and pulled the bodice of
the dress closed, smacking Cris' nose as she did so. Cris swore and reared back, glaring
at the intruders. "You have terrible timing."
Cris withdrew from her body, but was careful to make sure the fabric of her dress
covered her. Casually, he
adjusted his pants and refastened them. His face softened as he
took in her disheveled state. Ignoring their guests, Cris helped her lace her gown shut, ran
his fingers through her hair and gently lifted her from the table so that she stood beside
him.
Johanna was almost too embarrassed to look at their guests. She had a good idea who
they were, and this was not how she envisioned this meeting. Cris caught her chin in his
hand and tilted her face upwards. He kissed her lips, sensually moving his over hers.
The sound of a male clearing his throat interrupted them. "I am most sorry to have to
interrupt your lovemaking, madam, but as we are leaving tomorrow, we wanted to meet
you before we left."
Cris sighed and turned her towards the voice. Two men stood side by side, not far from
the table. They both had long black hair and vivid green eyes, just like Cris'. "May I
present my brothers, Lucian and Stefan."
Johanna noted that Stefan was slightly taller than Lucian. They were both dressed
formally, and Johanna wasn't sure if she should offer her hand or curtsy. She smiled
nervously and decided to be herself. Sticking out her hand firmly, she offered it to Lucian
first. "Hi, I'm Johanna."
Picking up her hand, he kissed the back of it before passing it to Stefan, who also kissed
it. Not the handshake she'd expected, but it tickled her all the same. Her smile warmed.
Cris wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back against his body. She could feel
his still-hard erection poking her behind, and snuggled back closer to him.
"This is Johanna Harker, my love and my life. I present to you the Dalakis bride." Cris
leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
The sound of male laughter echoed in the big room, followed by the sound of a door
being pulled firmly shut.
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