The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

“Why are you here naked?” His eyes were two burning flames of grey and he did nothing to hide his desire. The way his jaw tightened when she took a step closer, then went slack with want when his eyes fell to the space between her legs.

The way he stroked his shaft again from root to tip, but this time slowly and with more force. The way he took one small step towards her then seemed to rein his need in, holding himself stiffly.

Oh, how she would love to watch his control snap.

If only he knew that there was no way she was leaving this bathroom today without him having sex with her.

If only he knew, then maybe he would stop fighting it and just give in.

But then again, watching him break would be so much more exciting.

Now, if only she could control her own attraction to him long enough to go through with her plan.

“I should be asking you that. You’re usually not around by this time.” Her voice came out breathy as all fucks, but she was not the only one suffering from the pull of desire so she decided not to think much of it.

She wanted to seduce him, but she couldn’t deny that she was falling under his spell too. And how could she not when he looked like a bloody Greek god with his golden glistening skin, impossibly beautiful face and that damn bracelet around his bicep.

Gods, had she actually planned on seducing him?

His looks screamed seduction. And he was still stroking himself, whether deliberately or not, she didn’t know, but his eyes never left hers as she entered the shower.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Which is?” She asked as she fingered the bracelet on his bicep. “What’s this?”

He ignored her question.

“Why are you here?” He repeated the question.

“To have a bath.” She shrugged and the movement drew his gaze to her breasts. Her nipples tightened and lengthened before his eyes.

His chest rumbled with a groan and he backed her up until she had her back to the wall and he braced the hand with the bracelet on the wall while still stroking himself with his other hand.

She’d suspected that he was doing it absently before and now, she was sure that he was.

“The truth, Maria. Now.” He growled and that sound… the sound sent Maria’s pulse pounding and her thighs clenching. It was animalistic and shouldn’t turn her on so much, but gods, it did.

She bit back a moan.

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Lifting to her toes-it didn’t bring her up to his ear, not even close-she whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widened with shock, delighted surprise and disbelief as a groan tore from his throat. His hands slapped against the wall and his head lowered until his breaths were brushing her face, until his lips were a few inches from hers and his erection was digging into her stomach.

Maybe the fact that the water was beating down on them heightened things, but when she reached out and closed her hand around his shaft, he jerked and his face tightened into a mask of blissful pleasure.

She watched him closely, gauging his reactions to know what he liked as she dragged her hand up and down his silky length. His eyes flashed open and she saw that they were pain-filled.

Her breath escaped her on a pant, her hand slowing on his still hard shaft. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her gut told her that he was enjoying this immensely, but then he’d opened his eyes and she’d seen the pain that clouded them and she wasn’t so sure anymore. “Fuck no,” he grunted, thrusting into her hand. “Your hand feels so good around me. So fucking good.” His thrusts continued and his head fell forward to rest on the wall until the water was almost not touching her anymore. “Wrap your hand around it tighter.” She did so, and he groaned. “Yes, just like that.”

He was thrusting into her hand with abandon now, and Maria wondered why she was finding it so erotic. Maybe it was the way her fingers couldn’t even touch but he was still finding pleasure from it, or maybe it was because of how he looked completely lost in seeking in his pleasure.

She wasn’t sure.

She slipped her free hand around his neck and pulled him down to her, stealing his mouth in a kiss. Their tongues danced as he thrust into her hand, the act dirty and so fucking hot.

“No more of that,” he managed as he wrenched his mouth away from hers, scooped her into his arms and she quickly locked her legs around his waist. “Say it again.”

In between bathing his neck with kisses, she asked, “What?”

“Why are you here?” He asked with an underlying note of impatience in his voice. “Tell me again.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He rammed into her and she gasped in surprise, then screamed from the sheer fullness of him. Her legs automatically tried to close to reject the invasion, but he forced them apart and gave one hard thrust.

He was large and she was tiny.

The pressure inside her was unlike anything she’d ever felt and the pain that came from him stretching her, him being in so unbelievably deep, was sharp, but she was growing wetter and the pain was disappearing gradually.

At first, she wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t give her time to acclimate to him that made it even hotter, because hell, she was still learning her own body. But when he gave another hard slam that had his hip bones grinding against her ass, she confirmed it because the pain dissapeared completely and pleasure speared into her.

“Oh, shit.” She gasped, throwing her head back against the wall.

Bran latched onto her exposed neck, sucking on it and when his sharp fang grazed her skin, she wondered if he was going to bite her. She was surprised to find that she didn’t mind at all.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight.” He punctuated each word with a slam, his mouth still wrecking hell on her neck, then he moved to her lips, kissing them. “And so fucking beautiful.”

The compliment had her inner muscles tightening around him and he seemed to give an involuntary thrust of his hips. “Do that again.” He begged, voice hoarse.

She did and his head fell back as a blissful look clouded his face, his jaws going slack. “Yes, just like that,” the words were ragged and they made Maria unconsciously tighten around him again.

Pushing away from the wall with her still clutched firmly in his grip, he stepped under the spray of water and began to fuck her in earnest. Hitting deep spots inside her that had her moaning in pleasure, her head falling back with abandon.

Bran was a dirty talker and he didn’t stop murmuring filthy words in her ear. Words that should have made her want to die, but instead, they had her growing even wetter and urging her towards her climax in short time.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly she orgasmed, but that just told how good he made her feel.

After she’d come, after she’d tightened even more around him and he’d groaned in pain from her vise-like grip-as he’d said-he gripped her by her ass-cheeks and started to give her long, hard strokes that made her teeth chatter.

His tip rubbed on a particular spot deep inside her that had her coming in less than five minutes after her first orgasm and soon, Bran was hitting his peak too.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered harshly as he pounded away, chasing his release. And there was just something so incredibly hot about him using her body for his pleasure, chasing it with such abandon that she couldn’t explain.

He came on a shout of her name, his cum spurting deep inside her, and he was so hot, scorching her insides and marking her as his, that her orgasm extended a bit.

“That was… wow,” was all she could muster as her head lolled to the side, her body depleted of energy.

He gripped her nape and brought her face to his, capturing her lips in a kiss and nipping at her lower lip. “Yeah, it was amazing,” he said, sounding out of breath.

Then he carefully slid out of her, placed her jelly feet on the ground, and grabbed the soap that had fallen to the floor at one point.

Over the next few minutes, they bathed each other.