He had never missed a performance.
What was she doing to him?
There was a time when he would have killed anyone who tried to draw his blood, even those who had been close to him. He would have killed Anya. He had lived with her for a century and never once had he allowed her to taste him. Sera had taken his blood twice now, once when healing him and just now when she had bitten him.
Bitten him.
Devil, he shouldn’t want to risk awakening his bloodlust but he wanted to do it again. The sharp sting of her fangs sinking into him and the rough pulls she had made on his blood had been ecstasy.
“Are you going to tie me up, Antoine?”
So husked his temptress. His wicked vixen.
She sat on the end of his bed, looking innocent even though she was nude, her blonde hair curling gracefully around her slender creamy shoulders and those mesmerising forest green eyes fixed on him in a challenge.
He never had been one to back down from a challenge.
Antoine smiled and crossed the room, holding her gaze all the while, letting her see that she was going to get her wish. He would do all in his power to control himself and not let his desire to bite her get the better of him. The blood he had just ingested would tide him over and keep the worst of his hunger at bay.
He picked up the discarded restraints and placed two next to her on the bed. The other two he held in one hand as he mounted the mattress. Sera’s gaze followed him. He grabbed her wrist and effortlessly pulled her up the bed, so her head hit the crimson pillows, and then set about fastening the restraints around the bedposts. He looped the chain around the carved black post, fastened the cuff at one end over it and snapped it shut. The cuffs themselves weren’t large enough to close around the post so it was the only way of securing them to his bed. It cut the chain short and he thanked fate for gifting him a small reprieve. At least with her legs free, Sera could kick him if he took things too far and crossed a line. He set the chain of the second restraint into the cuff of the one around the post and closed it, locking it tight. With the two sets joined, they reached where Sera lay and wouldn’t pull too hard on her arms, giving her some room to move. He did the same with the remaining two cuffs, daisy-chaining them together.
“What about my feet?” Sera frowned at the restraints.
“It is probably best they are left free.” Antoine could see she was going to protest and tell him to get another two sets off his brother so he killed it dead before it left her lips. “I might want to flip you on your front.”
Her cheeks coloured deeply. Beautiful.
He wanted to lick them and feel their heat whenever they did that. The sight of them made him want to say more wicked things so the blush spread and covered the whole of her body.
Sera stilled when he picked up the first cuff and placed it around her slender wrist. They were designed to fit Snow’s thicker wrists tightly so there was a gap around hers. If she tried hard enough, she would be able to slip her hand through the cuff and escape. That gave him peace of mind. He snapped the second one shut around her other wrist and then sat back.
Devil, she looked so good all chained to his bed and helpless. Forget saying wicked things, he wanted to do bad things to her.
Very bad things.
His heart thumped against his breastbone, a heavy primal beat that had his blood pumping and carnal hunger creeping into his veins.
Sera wriggled on the bed and tugged at the restraints. Her little show almost did him in. He knew it was designed to reveal her vulnerability, to entice him, and by the Devil it worked.
He swooped on her mouth, covering her body with half of his, laying on her at an angle as he thrust his tongue past the barrier of her lips and claimed dominance over her. She instantly arched into the kiss, body hot against his, her nipples hard points pressing into his chest. Her moan set him aflame, slicing away a fraction of his control, filling his head with thoughts of keeping her tied to his bed forever.
He didn’t want to let her go.
This beautiful temptress, this wicked goddess, was his now and his alone. He wouldn’t hurt her and he wouldn’t allow her to hurt him.
His fingers tightened in her long blonde hair, dragging her head back and opening her mouth to him. She gasped and flinched but it didn’t stop him. She was his. If she ever hurt him, he would...
Antoine pulled back and stared down at her. She lay beneath him, head held by his fierce grip on her hair, her deep green eyes wide.
Yet she felt no fear.
Only desire laced her blood.
He would never hurt her.
He loosened his grip, breathing hard and fighting for control. It didn’t matter whether she hurt him. He would keep his promise. He would not force her to remain with him or seek vengeance.
“Antoine?” she whispered breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
Antoine smoothed his hand over her cheek and stared into her eyes. He would never stop. If she let him, he would do this forever, even though part of him feared that forever would be taken from him once again. He didn’t think he could survive if Sera did such a thing to him. His brother had given him a reason to live last time, but if Sera left him, even Snow wouldn’t be reason enough for him to remain.
“You look sad,” she said and he shook his head. Grim, perhaps. Or afraid. But not sad. He could never be sad when he was looking at her. She had given him happiness the likes of which he had never experienced before.
These past few days with her had been Heaven.
“Kiss me, Antoine... make love to me.”
That, he could most certainly do. He would never tire of pleasuring her because she gave him so much in return. Just seeing the pleasure painted across her beautiful face, the bliss he gave to her, was enough to satisfy him. When she touched him, placed her mouth on him or took him into her body and held onto him, it was nothing short of ecstasy.
He lowered his mouth and gently claimed her lips this time, a slow kiss intended to show her just how tender he could be with her. The bloodlust might lurk within him, commanding him to unleash his dark passions and take what he wanted from her, but he would never succumb to it. He would fight it for her.
Sera moaned and tangled her tongue with his, running the tip along the length and then curling it over the backs of his canines. He growled and deepened the kiss, seeking more contact between them. His tongue swept over her teeth and his growl became a groan. Her fangs were out. His own canines lengthened in response and his eyes switched, his desire to taste her rearing up in his head again, driving him on.
Antoine broke away from her mouth and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking one nipple whilst he teased the other between his index finger and thumb, rolling the rosy bud with increasing hardness until Sera moaned. He pinched her nipple and she arched into him, her groan loud in the expansive room. He didn’t care if anyone heard them. They were already talking about him and Sera. They might as well hear the truth of it.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth and lightly bit. The taste of blood spread through his mouth and saliva pooled, his hunger for her rising. He sucked on the small scratch where his fangs had caught her, his body tightening with each breathy moan she loosed and each tiny molecule of blood he took.
She trusted him.
He had never doubted that.
But he didn’t trust himself.
He kissed down from her breasts, running his hands over her soft supple flesh, devouring her stomach with wet open-mouthed kisses that had her moaning and writhing. Antoine looked up at her as he kissed and licked her, needing to see her restrained and using the sight of her bound and at his mercy to heighten everything he was feeling.
Sera tipped her head back and groaned. His eyes fixed on the tight cords of her neck. He stared at them and licked her stomach, sucked it until she gasped and he smelt the blood breaking beneath the surface of her skin.
“Antoine,” she moaned and raised her hips, forcing her stomach up to his mouth.
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He dragged his lips away from her and gently kissed the black welt just a few inches above her hip. A love bite. How very human of him. He could give her a better love bite than that.
Everything burned red and he struck without thinking, slamming his fangs hard into her hip.
Sera bucked and shrieked, her body trembling beneath him. The scent of her desire flooded the room, mixing with the taste of her blood as he swallowed little more than a single mouthful before pulling away from her.
He licked the bite mark, damning himself for biting her but congratulating himself for remaining conscious enough that he had been able to stop at just one small taste.
Devil, Sera did taste good though and he wanted another bite.
Sera moaned as he licked the bite mark and he felt her eyes on him. His gaze slid to hers but he didn’t stop licking, taking every drop that seeped from the cuts as they began to heal. She still wasn’t afraid. The acceptance in her soft look, mixed with a heavy dose of desire, told him that she would allow him to bite her again if he wanted to, regardless of the danger to herself.
He wanted to kiss her for that.
He settled for kissing the bite mark on her hip. His mark. He had never bitten someone before.
Was she his now?
In the old days, a mark like this was considered a claim. That tradition had long died out but he was ancient enough to remember it and part of him still clung to the old ways. He pressed his lips to the mark and then kissed downwards, following the line of her hip to the neat pale curls that covered her groin.
She moaned and struggled against the restraints as he parted her thighs and settled himself between them. The thought of sinking his cock into her welcoming heat had him close to surrendering to that desire but he held himself back, intent on pleasuring her first and satisfying his own need second.
He lowered himself and spread her soft plush petals, opening her to his gaze. She glistened with moisture, the sight of her so ready for him and the scent of her desire stirring his own. He closed his eyes, reached his tongue out, and quickly stroked it over her clitoris. She moaned and arched into the touch, and he had to see her. He opened his eyes again and watched her as he licked her, teasing her with his tongue, drinking the sweet honey of her arousal as he drank in the sight of her pleasure. It flickered across her face and in his blood, pure and honest, deep and fathomless. Pleasure he had stirred in her.
An arrow of pride shot through him and he licked her harder, settled his mouth over the aroused nub and suckled it. Sera groaned again, tipping her head back and clamping her thighs down on him, squeezing his head between them. He eased her legs apart and continued, studying her reactions, searching for the movements that had her panting the hardest and had desire burning up her blood.
She tensed and gasped when he eased two fingers into her core, settling them there. His cock throbbed with the memory of how she felt wrapped around it, so wet and inviting, gloving him perfectly. He wanted to be inside her again, possessing her and showing her that she belonged to him now and he intended to fill the rest of their years with bliss.
Sera writhed on his fingers, riding them in a way that sent his hunger and arousal soaring. So wanton and wicked. She was beautiful as she sought her pleasure, her face alternating between a hard frown and a soft sigh, her hands tightly closed around the chains of her restraints. His cock pulsed against the mattress and his stomach, balls tightening as he absorbed the vision of her chained and giving herself over to passion.
“More,” she whispered and he resisted the temptation to point out that she was the one riding his fingers. He wasn’t moving at all, was simply holding them fast within her while he lavished her clitoris with his attentive tongue. She groaned and twisted, wrists tugging at the restraints, and her movements roughened, hips shifting harder and faster.
Antoine suckled her and gave her one single thrust of his fingers.
She screamed out her climax, hips jerking off the mattress, and he didn’t release her. He kept pumping and licking her, teasing her until she begged him to stop, whispering that she couldn’t take any more.
Antoine withdrew his fingers and licked them, savouring the taste of her desire.
Sera’s green eyes slowly opened and she frowned and licked her lips.
His cock jumped.
She smiled wickedly, an inviting one that said she didn’t need a connection between their blood for her to know what he wanted to do.
Antoine moved up the length of her, kissing and licking, body tightening with each inch closer he moved to her mouth. He covered it with his when he reached it, plunging his tongue in deep and unleashing his passion. It was rough but she matched him strength for strength, her tongue battling his and her breathy moans driving him on. She nipped at his lower lip, sucked it into her mouth, and swept her tongue over it in a way that sent sparks of pleasure rippling through him. He wanted to bite her when she did that, wanted her to bite him, craved the feel of her teeth sinking into his lip and giving him the ultimate bliss.
He broke away from her mouth and kissed along her jaw.
When she had caught her breath, he knelt astride her chest. Her green eyes dropped to his cock and he looked down at her wrists, the sight of them bound heating his blood and pushing him to go through with it. She wanted it too, knew what was coming and hadn’t refused him.
Antoine moved up her and gripped the top of the headboard with one hand. He ran his other hand down his cock, revealing the crown, and then poised himself above her mouth. Her lips parted, her gaze locked on his, pupils blown and eyes rich with desire and need. Antoine groaned and tightly grasped his cock, the hint of pain only adding to his pleasure along with the intoxicating thought of what was to come.
He lowered his erection, slowly sliding it into her hot mouth, and groaned as she wrapped her lips around him. His hand left his rigid length and joined the one that had a death-grip on the headboard. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, forcing himself to watch Sera beneath him, her mouth around his length.
Trusting him.
Antoine slowly raised his hips and then eased back into her mouth, setting a pace that wouldn’t hurt her but would have him coming undone before long. She moaned with each deep thrust of his cock, throat vibrating against the sensitive head, and he groaned with her, breathless and lost to the sensations. He tried to keep his movements steady and gentle, but faltered at times. She groaned whenever he thrust deeper and it was hard to resist the urge to keep that rougher pace rather than return to a softer one.
He stared down at her. The sight of her beneath him, eyes closed as she sucked his cock and grasped the chains of her restraints, added to the potent pleasure flowing in his blood. The occasional scrape of her teeth over his length tore deep rumbling groans from him and had him closing his eyes and hanging his head, shaking all over and his breath trembling as he fucked her pretty mouth.
His hands shook against the headboard, claws puncturing the black wood, and he pumped into her, backside tensing with each slow careful thrust.
He couldn’t take any more.
His balls tightened, drawing up, and he groaned. “Sera.”
He jerked to a halt and the heat in his blood burst into flames that engulfed him, sending hot sparks skittering over his skin. The rush of his seed leaving him, the thought of it filling Sera’s mouth as she swallowed around him, had him crying out her name and collapsing into the headboard. He struggled to hold himself above her, weak from his climax, hazy with it and the gentle way that Sera lapped at him.
Antoine rolled to one side, landing on the mattress with his back against her arm and breathed hard to gather himself. His cock twitched, still hard and aching for more. Aching for Sera. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had pumped his seed into her, claiming her in the most primal of ways.
She gasped when he shifted between her legs, nothing more than a flash of cold air, hooked her knees over his shoulders and plunged his cock into her slick core.
He wanted to be gentle with her but he couldn’t. The need to claim her was too fierce. He grasped her hips, buried his face against her knee and thrust into her, long and deep, rough and fast. She curled her pelvis and hooked her feet around his neck. Antoine growled. His beautifully wicked girl.
She moaned with each hard plunge of his body into hers, quivering beneath him, tempting him to surrender completely to his true nature. He could claim more than her body.
He could claim all of her.
His eyes flicked open. Her pale slender neck was within easy reach if he thrust a little deeper. She cried out when he did, burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, and her legs fell down his arms again, freeing him and allowing him to reach her throat. He leaned over her, hands planted either side of her breasts, gaze locked on the pulse flickering just above her left collarbone. He drove into her, grunting with each meeting of their hips, possessing her just as he had wanted.
“Please, Antoine,” she whispered and he was lost in her, in the feel of her body straining against his, their sweat sticking their skin together as he pumped her, pushing her towards another climax.
He would make this one the best she had ever had.
He would ruin her to all others.
Antoine’s lips peeled back off his fangs and he stared at her throat, thrust harder and faster into her, savouring her moans and breathy sighs, waiting for the right moment.
She clenched him, her body squeezing and releasing, driving him on. She was made for him. Whether it would be as his downfall or as his saviour was yet to be seen, but she was made for him.
He growled and pumped her deeper, hips pistoning, his grunts a dark sound compared with her softer moans.
“Antoine,” she murmured and thrashed her head away from him, the muscles in her arms straining as she pulled on her restraints. “Yes... oh, yes.”
Antoine sucked in a deep breath and sank his fangs hard into her throat at the same moment as his cock thrust to the hilt inside her.
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