by Tee, Marian
"I am wrong then?" she whispered.
The marquis looked at her, just looked at her, and it was then she realized what that look meant all along.
Mihail Gheorgiu had been hungry this whole time.
Ravenous, in fact.
And what he indeed wanted to eat...was her.
Chapter Four
Desire blossomed in his pet's big, dark eyes as the truth of his need for her finally sank in.
You want me? Truly?
She might as well have breathed the words straight into his ears, with the way her wide-eyed but unconsciously sultry gaze gobbled him up. It was all Mihail could do not to ravage her, but when he saw color stealing over her cheeks just as her pink tongue darted out...
A growl tore past his lips.
Fuck.
No fucking way he could unsee that, and the sight destroyed the last remnants of his control. He yanked his pet close, his need for her making him almost painfully rough in his forcefulness. But instead of becoming nervous and frightened, all Rhapsody did was stare up at him, her eyes telling him she only desired to please him, her Master.
Mother of Hell.
His head lowered, and he heard her intake of breath just as her eyes drifted close.
The marquis' mouth covered hers, and it was as if Rhapsody had waiting for his kiss her whole life. Her first kiss, she thought dazedly, and its beauty was quite impossible to describe.
Her Master's lips moved ever so gently over hers, sweet and sensual, teasing and seducing, and she found her clutching at his overcoat.
So beautiful, she thought achingly yet again of his kiss.
Just so much more beautiful than anything she had ever experienced in her life that she couldn't help pressing closer. Her body molded against the marquis' strong, hard body, an instinctive plea for the kiss to never end, and she heard her Master groan.
The feel of his pet's soft, full breasts pushing up against his chest had blood rushing to the marquis' head, and as her nipples pouted into life, his hands moved of its own accord, reaching up to cup her delicately swollen globes of flesh. He heard her gasp, felt her lips parting in surprise, and he didn't hesitate to drive his tongue in, needing so damn badly to taste her.
A part of him expected his pet to retreat in maidenly shock, but instead her mouth opened up like a flower under his, and allowed his tongue to stroke deeper into her delicious depths.
He drank in the taste of her while he continued to fondle her breasts, which were as soft and firm as he had fantasized. He tried to keep his touch gentle, but when his pet started writhing, he became rougher, almost brutish. But still she didn't shrink back, and instead he heard her moaning out - probably the very first time she had moaned in her life - and the sound had him shuddering. It was the most arousing thing he had ever heard in his centuries of existence, and his hunger for Rhapsody turned wild and primal.
He needed her naked.
Needed to fuck and breach her maidenhead.
Now.
The marquis reluctantly lifted his head, and he saw his pet instinctively gulping back air. Her eyes were dazed, her lovely cheeks flushed, and her trembling lips bruised and swollen by his kisses. The sight should have made him feel repentant, but instead it made him feel more possessive, seeing his pet branded by his passion.
Rhapsody's heart thundered against her chest when the marquis suddenly swept her up in his arms, and without saying a word, began walking in the direction of his bedchamber.
A tiny part of her was still in shock, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. It had always appeared impossible to her that the ruler of the entire vampire race, second only to his demon duke sire, would want someone like her as his pet and heartkeeper.
And yet...
The marquis' hooded gaze captured hers as he stood before the doors of his bedchamber. It was as if he were waiting for her consent, as if he were giving her one last time to change her mind, and Rhapsody's brows furrowed.
How...foolish.
And even though they had yet to bond by blood, it was almost as if her Master had actually heard her thoughts, with the way his green eyes were bright and gleaming.
But because she preferred things to be clear-cut, she looked up at the marquis, saying seriously, "I am yours if you want me, Master."
Need tightened in his groin. Mother of Hell. Every time his pet called him her Master, it was as if her tongue was making love to its syllables, and it was all he could do not to rip her dress off. "Be very sure of your words," he gritted out. "I am a man of very few needs, but it does not make me any less possessive. What becomes mine...stays mine." The words were meant to be a warning, but not even by a fraction did his pet's gaze waver from his.
"I am yours, Master."
Four simple words.
And yet, in all nine hundred years of his existence, Mihail could not remember hearing anything sweeter...and more complicated. Now would be the right time to tell her of why he had first sought her. Now was the perfect time to come clean. But if he did and he lost her because of it...
The marquis' mood swung from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds.
Brooding and fatalistic to feral and urgent with need.
To hell with common sense, to hell with the future, to hell with everything.
He could not risk losing her.
Just fucking couldn't—-
"Master?" Dark eyes solemnly looked up to him. "Have you changed your mind?"
It was a question that his pet should never have had any reason to ask, and with it his decision was made.
"Never."
And when Mihail kissed her again, he made sure that this time, his pet would not have the slightest reason to question his desire for her. He kissed and touched her the way a starving man would when given his first taste of sustenance, his mouth fiercely ravishing hers and his arms tightly winding around her as he carried her inside his room.
After getting rid of his boots and her shoes, he kissed her again as he laid her down on the four-poster bed. His fingers did swift work on the row of pearl buttons at the back of her dress, and when he unclasped the last one, then and only then did he slowly pull back, wanting to savor the sight of his pet as he peeled away the layers of silk that covered her body.
Her dark eyes were now lustrous with desire, and she appeared to him as his own siren and muse, with the shiny sable locks of her fanned against the pristine white pillows. Still holding her gaze captive, he carefully pulled her gown down, and the silk yielded unresistingly to his touch. Inch by inch it bared her skin, and he saw his pet bite her lip as her breasts gradually spilled free of its confines.
For one moment, all he could do was stare at them. So gloriously full, quite larger than he imagined them to be actually, and crowned with rosebud tips that were begging to be suckled.
"M-Master." The feminine stammer had pre-cum wetting the thick head of his cock. "I feel...shy."
And indeed, it appeared that way, with Mihail watching with lustful fascination as his pet blushed from head to toe, her creamy flesh turning into a pale, pretty shade of pink.
Mother of Hell.
She really was the hottest little thing, and for her to be entirely and only his...
A whimper broke out of Rhapsody's throat when the marquis' mouth latched to her nipple without warning.
Sweet angels of Ciel.
Once, years ago, she had accidentally seen Zari and Lord Alexandru being intimate with each other, the vampire sucking on her friend's breast, and it had Rhapsody running away, embarrassed beyond relief.
At that time, she had not felt any physical desire, and had only found the sight disturbing and distressing. The thought of Lord Mihail doing the same thing to her had been upsetting, with Bethany's words ringing in her mind over and over.
She was Not Normal, and therefore no man would ever want her.
And yet—-
Another whimper escaped her lips when the marquis started suckling on her b
reast, and feelings she had never thought her capable of experiencing exploded inside of her. Her fingers began moving on its own, driving through her Master's dark locks...and then she found herself clutching his head to her breast.
It was then she realized.
She did not want this to end.
"Master..."
A part of her couldn't believe she was crying out to the marquis, begging without words for him to keep his mouth on her breast. But another part of her knew it was inevitable. This pleasure was impossible to give up, and she found herself drowning in its addictive waves as the marquis started alternating between sucking and biting, nipping and teasing. One moment his tongue would circle around the tight bud, another moment his fangs would scrape against the sensitive tips.
It should have terrified her, knowing how sharp those fangs were, but she also knew that the marquis would never hurt her, and so all it became was a dangerous thrill that had her arching under his mouth.
"Please."
And so the marquis' mouth moved to her other breast, and the pleasure started anew, gentle nibbles and leisurely licks at first, and then passionate bites and deep, heavy sucking. And throughout, she dimly felt his other hand moving again, tugging her gown further down her body until it reached her ankles, and she didn't even hesitate.
She kicked them off, and now she was down to the flimsy piece of silk covering her mound—-
Oh!
That was now gone, too, she thought dazedly, with the marquis simply tearing her panties off and tossing the torn fabric to the floor. She was naked now, completely naked, and when he abruptly broke away from her, she lifted her clouded gaze to his and saw her Master getting rid of his clothes with rough haste.
Coat. Dressing shirt. Breeches. Briefs.
And now, he, too, was naked, and Rhapsody couldn't help but stare.
Big. Strong. Hard.
The words popped in her mind one by one. She wished she could be more eloquent, but it was impossible. The sight of her Master's muscular body had turned her brain into mush, and when she saw how massive and thick the marquis' cock was—-
Mihail started stroking himself and was amused at the way his pet's jaw dropped open when she saw it further swelling in size.
"Logic tells me it shall fit," Rhapsody heard herself say faintly, "but I still find it rather daunting—-" Her voice trailed off when she saw how her words actually had her Master's big, thick cock swelling even more. Oh heavens...how much bigger could it get, truly?
When her Master started towards her, she could only gulp and stare, her heart thudding so loudly she felt she was about to go deaf.
The bed dipped under his weight as the marquis loomed over her.
It will fit, she told herself. It will fit, it should fit, it's going to—-
The marquis' powerful body suddenly covered hers just as he whispered into her ear, "I lied."
Rhapsody gasped.
"It won't fit."
Oh...dear.
Mihail couldn't keep himself from smirking when he saw his pet suddenly looking like a martyr about to be crucified.
"It was a joke, milady."
Truly?
But there was no time to ask, with the marquis once again kissing all of her thoughts away, and now, with their bodies skin to skin...oh...oh...deeeeeeeeear.
The heat of the marquis' skin was intoxicating, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body up against his. She was closer now, but it wasn't enough, and she rubbed herself against him as she kissed him back, as hard as her Master was kissing her. Her pussy started leaking, and when she felt her Master's hand on her knee...
Mihail's jaw clenched as his pet's legs parted open under him, and the thick, swollen head of his cock immediately sought the glistening entrance to her body.
Rhapsody's breath caught as she felt the throbbing length of her Master's erection slide against her folds.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
The movement teased and seduced, made her absolutely shameless as it drove her into moaning and writhing...until she could no longer take it.
"Master..."
Her voice came out begging and trembling.
"Master, please..."
It was the sign he was waiting for, and his gaze locked with hers. One hand went under her nape, another squeezed a cheek of her ass to hold her in place...and then he was plunging balls-deep in sweet, tight heaven, his cock breaching his pet's maidenhead in one smooth stroke.
He heard his pet whimper in pain just as the air grew thick with the scent of her virgin blood. The smell drove him wild, and his need for her sharpened into undeniable agony.
"Milady..." His voice came out in a rough rasp. He wanted to ask if she was hurt, but again it was as if she already knew, with his pet shaking her head even as she arched up to him.
"More, Master."
Any half-baked desire to be gentle and ease her into lovemaking crumbled under the words, and the animal side of him emerged.
Vampire.
Demon.
Male.
Rhapsody moaned as the marquis began to move. It was yet another indescribable feeling, with his thick cock constantly throbbing and scraping against the inner walls of her womanhood with its every thrust. Every deep, hard plunge rocked her body, and she found herself snaking her legs up his muscular thighs in a desperate bid to ease the excruciating pressure that held her senses in its grip.
And for a while it worked, but then it didn't, and she couldn't keep herself from moaning. Her whole life, if there was something she wanted, she would work for it patiently and digilently. But this...
"Please."
She could only beg helplessly, could only arch up and lock her legs more tightly around his waist—-
Another cry spilled past her lips, Rhapsody surprising herself when the new position caused the marquis' cock to shove deeper into her aching depths.
Yes, yes, yes...
Her nails dug into her Master's shoulder blades.
"It's...so...good....Master."
The delirious yearning in her voice drugged him, and Mihail had a sudden, wild need to mark her. He sucked hard on her lips, biting them without making her bleed, and then his mouth was moving down greedily. He marked every part of her body he could reach even as his hips continued to pump furiously over her. Neck. Shoulder. Breasts. The taste of her flesh fed his desire, but his hunger still grew, and a harsh, impatient sound hissed past his lips.
He reared back and rose up on his knees, his cock still firmly lodged inside of her even as he pulled Rhapsody's lower half off the bed. Her stunned gaze flew up to him—-
Anything, Master, his pet's dark, lustrous eyes whispered. You can do anything to me.
Fuuuuuck.
He reached roughly for her nub of pleasure just as his balls tightened. He rubbed at her clit as the movements of his hips became jerky and uncontrollable. He saw her eyes dilate just as her body started to tense. She was fucking near to cumming, and so was he—-
His fingers clutching her hips, he yanked her towards him just as he shoved his cock into her as deep as he could.
"Master!"
And then she was cumming, and as soon as he felt the thick, creamy substance rush out, he moved rapidly, a quick, rough succession of thrusts——
Fuck.
His cock shot out its load inside of her, again and again and again until Mihail himself was almost without breath, his big, hard body shuddering at the way her pussy remained so tightly clamped around his cock. It was the longest and most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, and for it to happen with an untutored innocent such as her...
Rhapsody was still busy catching her breath and trying to make sense of her thoughts. She had this rare urge to speak, but even as her lips parted, no words came out.
The marquis was still fully embedded inside of her, and his hot, sticky cum overflowing past her folds. The intimacy of what just happened had her completely overwhelmed, her heart fit to bursting w
ith all the feelings crowding inside it.
Slowly, she looked up at him, only subconsciously aware of the way she was silently asking the marquis to help her understand what had just happened. And maybe it was the magic of heartkeeping at work again, maybe it was something else, but whatever it was, the marquis seemed to hear her silent plea—-
His head lowered, his lips brushing against hers, and for some reason that even she could not comprehend, his feather-soft kiss was exactly what she needed.
Her heartbeat eased, and her soul rested. His arms tightened around her, and she burrowed close.
"Sleep," her Master ordered gently.
And she did.
Lying next to his pet, the marquis remained awake and watched night turned into day, his thoughts disturbed by an ominous sense of premonition.
Tonight had greatly changed things, and for once, he found himself struggling with a question of honor. He had always known the difference between right and wrong, and that had not changed. But whereas he used to always do what was right as well...
Chapter Five
"I have come to a conclusion, milord," the marquis heard Rhapsody call out from the en-suite the next day.
He was seated on the bed, back against the headboard, and one leg propped up while he waited for his pet to return to his side. It was a drizzling Sunday morning, and outside his window, the shadowy outline of the Woods of the Wraiths was a grim reminder of the dangers the kingdom still faced. His whole life, the safety of Chalys and his duty as a vassal had always been foremost in his mind. But for once, he had made the decision to focus on his pleasures, and right now, the sole source of his enjoyment was a twenty-year-old girl who thought herself Not Normal.
Mihail and his pet had yet to leave his bedchamber since last night, and it was already the longest time he had spent with a woman. Even more surprising, he had yet to taste her for the second time. She had bled a lot last night, and he had wanted to give his pet enough time to heal. Such consideration suggested a concern towards her that was beyond what a Master would feel for his pet. This was heartkeeping territory—-