Mila knelt between his thighs. He instinctively spread them further apart, giving her room, unashamed of the bouncing erection that seemed to hold both their attention.
Her gaze snapped to the pulsing, ruby red head of his cock. The slow glide of her pink tongue across the plump ridges and curves of her bottom lip made him painfully aware of how affected he was and yet she hadn’t even touched him. Mila widened his stance until both calves hit the legs of the chair. Then she squatted, spreading her thighs, giving him a cherished glimpse of the dark inner flesh of her pussy as her cunt lips spread with the movement.
Zacharias licked his lips, remembering the way Mila tasted.
Four nails scraped down the furred skin of his thigh, gliding down until they reached his ankle.
He felt the sensation of all four nails deep in his balls.
Zacharias felt his nuts tighten up against his body, until he had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from spilling his seed.
It had been so long since he’d felt desire, desire so painfully powerful. The allure of coming right then and there was almost too great.
But he pushed it aside, held it at bay, because he wanted to feel Mila’s cunt tighten around him when they both came.
She tightened the lace around his ankle, moved to the other, and tied the last stocking before she stood.
Her lips brushed against his. Not hard enough to be a kiss, but not light enough to be a caress. “Tell me, Zacharias, commander of all that he sees, how does it feel to be bound, at my mercy, my little plaything?” The last vestiges of her question fluttered against the ticking pulse at his neck. For a moment he didn’t hear a word she said. The blood rushing through his veins was too loud, too thick for him to hear anything more than a murmur. Then her tongue, wet, hot, scalding, slid against the same pulse, pressing against the already feverish skin. Just like that he heard every word, every syllable, even the pause in her breath when she addressed him.
And he knew the answer, the only answer to her question.
He turned until his gaze caught hers, bore into a deep midnight gaze that mirrored the inferno he felt beneath his skin. “When I am with you, bound by you, I feel liberated by the emotions, the passion, the pleasure, even the anger you make me feel. Because when I am with you I feel.”
Chapter Eleven
Freak Him Dress
Mila stared down into the beautiful sea of Zacharias’s deep eyes and decided she could no longer ignore the sweet allure of his sexy, full lips. She bent her head and took a sip from his mouth, sweeping her lips against his, coaxing him to open for her, before thrusting her tongue deep into the tantalizing inner recesses of his mouth. Her tongue stroked over his teeth, caressed the inside of his mouth, before tangling with the soft, velvet touch of his tongue.
He murmured against her lips and she felt the single word, “Mistress,” deep in her core. It quivered against the slick, moist walls of her cunt.
Damn, she wanted him.
She lifted her lips from his. His eyes slowly opened. Her gaze collided with his and held as she lowered herself onto her knees.
Every one of her senses was attuned to Zacharias. Mila felt the sharp intake of his breath. She felt the elevation in his heart rate at the sight of her between his thighs. She immediately noticed the glistening beads of sweat that clung to his shapely forehead. She tasted his desire for her on the air. She smelled the thick musk of their combined passion.
She needed him. To taste him. To be with him.
Small determined hands wrapped around the hard length of his cock, moving up it from root to head. Zacharias’s breath hitched in his throat. Her dark thumb followed the ridge that delineated the bulbous head of his dick. It jerked beneath her touch.
“By the Goddess.” Zacharias’s fingers gripped the chair so tightly his knuckles whitened.
A small pearl of pre-cum leaked from the eye in his cock.
She stared at it hungrily. Her gaze lifted to his. She held his gaze as she slowly lowered her head to the single drop of passion.
“Goddess, Mila,” he groaned as her tongue lapped at him, swallowing his cum, tasting his essence.
Her tongue swept low, licking his cock, following the trail of the large, bulging vein on the underside of his dick, before sweeping around his root and traveling up the length of his erection until she reached the head. She rimmed the slit in his cockhead, staying painfully close yet away from the hole.
“Mistress,” he growled. His fingers gripping the arms tightened so harshly he scraped away the veneer finishing on the antique chair.
And then she suckled him deep into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat, deep throating him like he’d never been sucked before.
The salty, musky taste of his skin permeated her senses, filled her mouth, until she was drinking it in with every swipe of her tongue. Mila pulled back and flicked her tongue against the angry red head of his cock.
Zacharias groaned and shifted beneath her, lifting his hips toward her.
“Down.”
His eyes opened and caught her gaze. He held it as he slowly lowered his hips to the chair. The heat in his eyes mesmerized her, leaving her wondering just how long he would accept her every command, how long it would take before her beautiful submissive decided to break his bonds.
Her hand sifted through the dark hair between his splayed thighs, over the root of his cock to caress the rough-skinned balls. He jerked when she scraped a single nail over the vein bulging between them.
“Mistress,” he pleaded.
She gave him a slow, sultry smile, stood, and stepped away. Mila could feel his gaze on her twitching backside as she glided across the room to retrieve the small foil package. She held his gaze as she made her way back, slowly opening the wrapping as she neared him.
By the time she reached him they were both breathing hard with the knowledge of what was going to come next. She took her time fitting the clear plastic over his hard length, tightening the fingers that held him as she slid down his cock, unfurling the condom as her hands descended.
Zacharias’s eyes were pinched tight when she reached his root.
She called his name softly. His eyes slowly opened until she was pierced by his vivid emerald gaze. “Watch me, slave. Watch us.” Her gaze drifted to the chasm that separated them. Her hand around his stalk, Mila slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
Air hissed from between her clenched teeth as she covered him with the tight, wet heat of her cunt.
“Damn,” she groaned when he was fully imbedded inside of her. She smiled to herself.
She experimentally wiggled her hips and moaned when his cock scraped pleasurably against the moist walls of her pussy. Mila gripped his shoulders and lifted her hips. Her eyes pinched shut as he moved along her sex during his withdrawal. And then there was the slow ride back down that left her gasping for breath.
Mila continued the movement. Up. Down. Hip roll. Up. Down. Hip roll. With every rise and fall of her hips, she felt Zacharias hardening further.
God, he felt so good deep inside of her.
“Yes, Mistress. Yes! Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Spurred on by his growled words, Mila increased the pace and depth of her rhythm, rising up and thrusting down on Zacharias’s cock until she could feel the beginning tremors of her orgasm.
“Don’t stop, Mila. Don’t fucking stop.”
Her eyes slammed shut as her body quaked above him. Lips parted, chest heaving, one of the hands clutching Zacharias’s shoulders drifted past her torso to sift between her midnight curls. Her index finger moved over the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs.
“Rise up. Let me taste you again.”
Zacharias couldn’t describe what had driven him to utter those words, but the moment they were out, he knew that was exactly what he wanted. No, needed. He needed to tongue Mila’s clit.
Her feverish espresso eyes opened and her gaze collided with his. She needed it, too.
Mila’s bo
dy shook with excitement and desire as she slowly raised herself until her pussy was in front of him. One hand held onto his shoulder as two dark fingers spread the lips of her sex. Zacharias leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the head of her swollen clit.
She growled his name and dug her nails into his skin. He repeated the caress just to hear her shriek.
Mila was so sensitive, so excited, he knew she would come soon. Zacharias could see the evidence in her breathing, the way her body trembled. He shivered with expectation when her hips slowly descended until he was once again clasped in wet heat. He gritted his teeth as her cunt surrounded him. She fit him like a glove.
Like she was made for him.
Like she was always meant to be his.
Her small hands settled on his shoulders, caressing the corded flesh as she rocked her hips back and forth. “Damn, you feel good,” she murmured before beginning her lift and descend motion. Once, twice, thrice, she rose and fell before her lips parted on a heartfelt scream as her body erupted. Her cunt tightened around him, pulsing, slick muscles fluttering as she came.
Zacharias gritted his teeth and stemmed off the desire to join her. “Don’t stop,” he gritted through his clenched teeth. “Don’t stop, Mila.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips pressed against his sweat-slickened face as she fucked him with abandon. Zacharias’s eyes slammed shut as endless pleasure assailed him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He growled as he pumped his hips beneath her, unable to stay still, unable to ignore the allure of Mila’s orgasm. Her cunt pulsed around him. She was coming again and Zacharias knew that this time he would not be able to keep from coming.
His eyes rolled back, his body shook, and he growled low, letting forth a howl from the depths of his soul. Belatedly, he realized that Mila was shrieking, screaming as a third orgasm ripped through her. On the edge of her passionate scream was fear. It was at that moment Zacharias realized he was changing. But he couldn’t stop it. Mila’s cunt milked his orgasm from him and, with the descent into pleasure, he lost control of his powers.
His cock lengthened and widened. His fangs descended. And his talons grew.
Above him, Mila stilled, huffing and gasping with the effects of her orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. He was in the midst of his release and he needed her.
Zacharias tore through the bindings to grasp her hips. Wide eyes caught his gaze. “I need you, Mistress.” He captured her lips and kissed her deeply. He made sure to take notice of his fangs lest he cut her as he devoured her mouth. He lifted his hips, plunging deep within the still fluttering walls of Mila’s cunt as he pulled her down for his thrust. She groaned against his lips as her fingers tightened in his hair. He withdrew, only to drive back into her. Zacharias continued the rhythm, listening to the soft breathless sounds Mila made above him, against his lips.
But then it was too much. And yet not enough.
One hand slid between their slick bodies to find her clitoris. He pumped the engorged bud once. That was all it took for Mila to erupt. She screamed his name, slammed her hips upon him and tightened around his cock almost painfully. Zacharias couldn’t hold back the pleasure anymore. He roared her name as he spilled his seed.
Chapter Twelve
Trick or Treat
She was afraid of him. As much as the knowledge burned him, Zacharias knew he could not ignore the truth. He could smell the thick, putrid scent of her apprehension as she quickly dressed. It clung on the air like cheap drugstore perfume. There was no denying that Mila feared him. What was going on between them. But most importantly, she feared herself.
He suspected she was starting to acknowledge the very powers she had ignored her whole life. The emotions simmering between them wouldn’t let her deny the truth anymore.
Zacharias sighed inwardly. Tonight they were both going to have to come to terms with the reality of who they were. He could only pray that he survived the night with few scars.
He stepped into the room, clenching his teeth at the sight of her shivering in revulsion. He closed the door behind him softly. The moment the lock clicked, her eyes pinched shut and her hands tightened into fists. At the same time, the lights in the room flickered.
His gaze lifted to the dancing lights. The rolling emotions inside her were wreaking havoc upon her self-control. What little restraint she had over her abilities was gone. He would have to take care to not push her over the edge. He was standing in dangerous territory.
“Mila, I will not hurt you. You can trust me.”
Her eyes snapped open. An inferno blazed in her dark gaze. “You won’t hurt me?” she gritted through her teeth as the lights above them flashed wildly.
“Relax,” he murmured softly, trying to ease some of the thick tension emanating off her tightly wound body.
Too late Zacharias realized his mistake. His words seemed to stoke the fire that boiled beneath her skin. Several of the sconces littered about the room burst. Glass shattered everywhere as she whipped around. Her small feet thundered with every step she made toward her bed. The sound of her high heels crunching the scattered glass grated over his skin.
Mila bent at the waist and pulled her battered, red suitcase from beneath it. With an angry huff, she lifted it onto her bed. She opened it and began to refill it with her toiletries. Anger and pain sliced through Zacharias at the sight of her suitcase, already half packed. He realized that she had never completely unpacked. It wouldn’t have made sense for her to fully unpack. But the knowledge hurt just the same.
He had begun to think of her as a part of his home.
And she had only been there for a few days.
Obviously she had never come to see herself in that way. His little vagabond had always been ready to take off on another trip.
Ready to leave him.
He strode through the room and captured her. Fingers wrapping around her shoulders, he forced her to look at him. “You cannot run from this.”
She glared up at him for several seconds. “What are you?” Her words were angry. Soft. Deadly.
“I am a man who is in love with you.”
“You are not a man,” she spit out. Small insistent fists beat at his chest as she struggled to free herself from his hold.
“Damn it, Mila.”
She stilled at his harsh tone. Her gaze slowly lifted to his. The flatness there froze the blood in his veins. She wasn’t just angry. She was hurt and livid.
“Let go of me, Zacharias.” There was a steel edge to her words. Mila was playing the part of a Mistress, but not his Mistress. This woman was a thousand times more dangerous.
Zacharias stepped forward, forcing her backwards. The backs of her legs hit the bed. She fluttered for a moment. He pushed at her shoulders until she settled atop the bed. “I will not let you go, Mila. You are mine. My Mistress. My queen. My wife.”
She stared up at him in shock for several moments. She sputtered, and smacked at his shoulders. “The hell I am.”
Zacharias smiled. She was so angry and insistent, but he knew the truth. He took a deep breath. “I can smell your woman’s musk, Mila. I can smell your arousal. Right now you’re getting wet.” His hands moved down her shoulders, up her arms, coaxing her limbs until Zacharias had them positioned above her head. With one broad palm he held both arms.
“You cannot deny it, Mila.”
She turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze. His callused fingers captured her jaw and forced her to look into his eyes. “I need you, Mila. You need me. We need each other. Why ignore what is true?”
She watched him for several moments, searching his gaze. “Damn you,” she growled softly. He only had a second’s notice before her knee lashed out. At the last moment he moved to the side, preventing her from kneeing him in the jewels. He rolled them both over until she lay on top of him. One hand still imprisoned her arms above her head. The other moved down her back, tracing the lines of her vertebrae, tickling her spine, until he gripped the full cheeks
of her ass. He pushed her hips against himself so there was no denying his own desire.
“You lewd, disgusting…beast.”
Pain sliced through him at her words. “I am a beast. I am half a man. But I am still your man.”
She paused for a moment, just a second. But it was long enough to let him see inside her soul. For that moment her very essence shone in the depths of her dark eyes and he had seen her affection for him. She was not as angry as she pretended to be. More than anything, she was afraid.
He rolled them over until he was once again between her splayed thighs. “I am a gargoyle.”
She stared up at him for several moments, eyes wide with disbelief. They pinched shut and her lush mouth flattened with displeasure. “For fuck’s sake,” she groaned under her breath. “Vampire, I could have handled.” Her eyes snapped open. “You don’t turn to stone in the sun. You’re not ugly and grey and hard. You are not a gargoyle.”
Zacharias smiled at her. “We only turn to stone when we are in our bestial form when the sun rises. And I am never grey. When I am a gargoyle, my skin is a light brown color.” His smile widened. “And I am always hard around you.”
She started to struggle beneath him. “Bastard. Fucking bastard. I’m losing my mind and you’re playing with me.”
Fire flamed in Zacharias’s veins at her words. The emotion must have reflected in his eyes because Mila’s eyes widened and for a moment she was spellbound. He took the opportunity to capture her lips and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She growled beneath him and lifted her hips. The feel of her lush flesh moving against his sensitive cock fired the inferno that burned beneath his skin.
He was angry, hurt and desperate.
He would be damned if she left him.
And he could not seem to bring himself to walk away from her.
Zacharias stood at a dangerous impasse.
One hand moved between their bodies to cup one swollen breast. “You cannot run from this. You cannot run from yourself,” he growled as his thumb brushed over her dark nipple. The blackberry fruit swelled and blossomed at his touch. Long, determined fingers pushed up her shirt and freed her breasts from their lace cage. He bent low and captured the bud between his lips. Zacharias pressed his lips together, grinding them against her sweet flesh. Mila gasped and arched beneath him.
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