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I tugged on my arms, discovering there was no give and now that he had calmed down, I let my own anger show through.
“Great, so glad I could help with that one!” I snapped, jerking once more at my bound wrists to make my point. One he didn’t look to take seriously.
“Now, I ask of you Amelia, how would you have felt being in my position had I been the one to run from you, run from the love you had tried to so hard to convince me of feeling...how would you have felt had I been the one to run before giving you the chance to explain?” At this I turned my head away, hating that he could be right...because if it was true, which from his actions now, it seemed to be, then how would I have felt? I hated being forced to feel that doubt, one that was just as painful as my own beliefs.
“I see my words are starting to sink in, something that would have sank in a lot sooner had you not run from me and given me the opportunity to explain.”
“You could have just lied to me again, Lucius,” I told him with a grit of my teeth making him release a sigh before shifting so he was now stretched out next to me. Then he started brushing back the loose strands of my hair that had escaped during our tussle before leaning forward so he could smell my hair.
“Yes, and you could have chosen to trust me,” he said, speaking against my hairline before pulling back.
“Trust is earned, Lucius... not demanded,” I informed him, referring to more than our time together but our history as a whole.
“You’re right and will no doubt take me a long time to do so again.” I scowled at him and snapped
“I haven’t lied to you!”
“No, but you ran from me and it will therefore take me a while to trust that you won’t do that again,” he informed me calmly, which only managed to make me angrier than if he had been back to shouting at me.
“Oh, so what, you gonna put me on a leash?!” I snapped making him grin,
“Don’t give me ideas, Pet...” he said putting emphasis on the word before adding,
“...I think you would look fucking sexy wearing a collar with a chain attached from it, to my fist.” I sneered at him and snapped,
“Yeah well, this bitch bites, Lucius, and not in a way you will fucking like!” Then I looked down at his cock, making my point by nodding to his hard erection that was pressing against his jeans. However, having him throw his head back and laugh, had me asking,
“Seriously, you’re Bipolar aren’t you?”
“Around you, starting to feel like it sweetheart,” he commented wryly.
“Let me go,” I demanded, seeing as he seemed to be in a better mood again.
“No... now tell me your fears, and let’s get this done.” So much for good moods, I thought irritably.
“I don’t want to talk about it like this!” I snapped, yanking on my hands, and making the bed shake a little. The corner of his mouth tipped up into a dark grin as he told me,
“I like you like this.”
“Well, I don’t!” I shouted, making him snap back in sight of my anger,
“Yes, well I have just spent eight weeks hunting your ass down and that, Amelia...that, I didn’t like so much!”
“Fine! Then I will just live like this then...can’t wait until I need a pee!” I snapped making him chuckle and making me hiss under my breath,
“Bipolar, asshole.”
“Yeah, well this asshole has you at his mercy, so maybe think about that the next time you want me to feel the sting of venom from your tongue,” he threatened making me scoff,
“What I want is for you to release me so you can feel the sting of my hand as I slap you!”
“Yes, and we always know where that gets you, and sweetheart, if you wanted me to kiss you, then all you need to do is ask...or beg, depending on my mood.”
“I wouldn’t beg you for anything!” I shouted up at him, at the same time raising my head as much as my restraints would allow, so as to put action behind the statement.
“Oh, I bet you would, especially as I have a feeling that my girl has been suffering from the loss of my hands...and my lips...” he said lowering himself to my collar bone and kissing across it after first popping a few of my buttons open, freeing one shoulder. I purposely held back a moan and muttered instead,
“You wish.” Then I felt his knowing grin against my skin before he kissed his way up my neck and along my jaw before coming to my lips.
“No, I don’t wish, I know... for I have felt that same loss, my girl.” He whispered this last part before kissing me. But I refused to participate, which is when he started to coax me to.
“Open up for me, sweetheart.” I shook my head keeping my mouth closed. Because I was angry, and I was hurt and most of all I was confused. But throughout all of these things, I refused him because I knew that nothing would be solved with a kiss, one that would only end up playing on my emotions. So, I held strong, turned my face away and said,
“Release me.” He started kissing my jaw once more, nipping at it until his fingers took hold of my chin so he could force me back to his lips.
“Open for me, and I will think about it.” I shook my head once more, gritting out a hissed,
“No” and his reply was a bad ass grin that should have told me that he was a long way from being done with me.
“But you look so beautiful when you open that pretty mouth for me,” he said, his tone smooth and dangerous. So, I made a point of rolling my lips inwards and shaking my head.
“I always get what I want, Amelia, remember that,” he warned and just as I was about to shake my head once more his hand was suddenly cupping my sex and before I could shift away from it, he slipped a hand inside the waistband of my panties. Then the second he touched my clit I gasped, and of course...
He was there ready.
His tongue invaded my mouth and his kiss turned hot and heavy in seconds. The sounds of him growling combined with my desperate moans meant that with only a few minutes of having his fingers drumming that fuckable beat against my sex, I was on the cusp of screaming his name. When suddenly, his hand cruelly disappeared.
“No! Please!” I shouted as my sex fluttered in little pre come spasms. He chuckled and I swear I hated him for it but not as much as when he said,
“See, sweetheart, I knew you would beg for it!” I growled up at him as he rose back to sitting on his knees. Then just as he yanked open his jeans, I snarled because I was furious,
“Go to Hell!” He grinned down at me, after first yanking his grey t-shirt over his head, before suddenly my panties were torn down my legs, making me gasp. Then he positioned himself in between my thighs and I couldn’t help but squirm at the sight. He slowly lowered himself down over me and said,
“Without you...My Khuba, I was already there!” Then he thrust up inside me and swallowed my cries of pleasure with his fervent kiss. The sheer size of him made me glad that he had got me all hot and bothered first as I was soaked, and needed to be, as Gods, had he always been this big?!
But then his kiss stopped and instead he lifted himself up so he could look down at me, slowing down his thrusts. Then he placed his forehead to mine and whispered the most beautiful words I could have heard in that moment, erasing all others before it,
“Finally, I’m home.” I closed my eyes, as I felt the tears start to rise, the emotions almost too much to bear but ones I treasured all the same. I tugged on my arms, forgetting that they were tied as I wanted to touch him. So, knowing this, he yanked hard on the leather tied to the bed making it snap. After which I was then free to lower them, hooking my still bound wrists over his neck, before lifting myself up and whispering over his lips,
“Home.”
His response was to groan a throaty sound, before crushing his lips to mine and consuming me with all that was Lucius. After this he didn’t hold back in making me his once more, claiming a lot more than just my body, but my heart right along with it. He couldn’t seem to get enough of me, his hands were everywhere, on my ass, lifting me to his thrusts and making me cry out every time he hit those delicious nerves. Doing so now in a way unlike he had ever done before, and I felt something coming that I never had before.
“Lucius I...I don’t know...” He chuckled no doubt at my innocence and pulled my hands from behind his neck so he could pin my wrists to the bed. After this he whispered down at me,
“It’s alright, just let it go, let it gush for me...trust me.” After which he continued, moving in a certain way that made his cock entice something from deep inside me. I didn’t quite understand what it was but the urge to release something more than just my orgasm was overwhelming me, as if I feared it. Then I was crying out in both horror and an almost blinding pleasure unlike I had ever experienced before as it erupted from me. He pulled his cock free and looked down to watch as my release sprayed up all over us, making him smirk down at me as if he wasn’t just pleased, he was fucking ecstatic!
“Oh...Gods I...I...” I didn’t know what to say but before I could utter my mortification, he decided for me what would come next.
“Now again,” he declared making my eyes widen before he was filling me again and doing the same over and over making me scream and beg and plead with him, Yes! No! Gods, anything just for him to never stop. I don’t know how many more times I came this way and each time he would pull out to watch, as if he had opened the floodgates and broken something within me. The way he continued to force them out of me, telling me after each one,
“Again!” But I was soon shaking my head and telling him,
“I can’t...no more, I can’t...oh Gods! Gods, Lucius I am...Fuck! AH...AH...AAHHH!” I screamed as the biggest and longest orgasm ripped through me and I swear it had the power to tear me in two! I ended up dragging in big lungful’s of air, panting with my sex quivering around him as he looked down at me and said,
“I told you, you would remember it, and now... it’s my turn!” he said, after releasing my wrists so I finally had the use of my hands...hands he had plans for. I knew this after he suddenly ripped open my dress shirt, the sound of the buttons snapping open all at once echoing in the room. My heaving breasts seemed to strain up towards him, rising with every thrust he made with his hands at my hips yanking me down onto his length.
“Free them for me and offer yourself for my teeth,” he ordered nodding down to my breasts and with fumbling hands I did as he asked, pulling them both free from the black silk cups.
“Lift one to my lips, offer it to me, my fuckable, sweet girl,” he said making me bite my lip as I shamefully did as he asked, as though he was my master and I was there to please him. A thought that only made my sex quiver around his cock when he stilled a moment. Then he took what I offered him, making me cry out at the first pinch of pain and then when it morphed into utter bliss! I found my hands in his hair, gripping onto him, with the strands fisted through my fingers as I anchored him to me.
“Yes, yes, Gods yes!” I cried out as his hips continued to a steady rhythm that he chose, obviously wanting to make our first time back together last as long as possible. But then I wasn’t sure how much more pleasure my body could take. So, I lifted up to his ear and whispered,
“Come honey, come inside me...I want you to claim me again, the only way you know how.” My words did something to him. I knew this from the sound of his growl around my abused nipple. I also saw this after he lifted his head to look down at me, his eyes blazing into mine. Then his hand was in my hair, yanking it to the side before telling me,
“Mine...always...Fucking. Mine!” then he swooped down and finally...finally...he made every last piece of me his, like his dark words of passion promised he would. A promise sealed by the bite of my Vampire King. His fangs pierced my neck and I cried out,
“YES!” Then he started drinking down my blood making me come undone around him, for it felt as though I hadn’t just come home, it felt as if I had discovered the heart of it! Every pull of blood he sucked down seemed to tug at my last orgasm, making it last until I was a shaking mess like a fucking crimson leaf in the storm that was Lucius.
But wait...
Where had that thought just come from?
I didn’t have long to think on it before Lucius tore his bloody lips from my neck and just as he held me so tight to him, I knew the last thrusts of his cock were all it would take before he came inside me. But before he did, he held my head to his neck and said,
“I’m yours, every fucking piece of me belongs to you! I love you, Gods, how I fucking love you! Now claim me! Bite and claim me now!” He roared just as he made me bite down on him and the second his blood burst across my tongue, he fisted my hair and roared!
“RAWWWHHH!” It was a sound that this time had the power to crack the walls above the bed. He bellowed his release as he continued to power into me, draining himself of every last drop until he was seated deep within my core.
After this I felt him lower my head gently back onto the bed, easing my lips from his neck. I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the sight I left, looking up at the crescent shaped cuts on his neck that I had made.
My mark.
My claim.
And one look at his bloodstained lips and I knew mine were the same. Something that turned into a crimson kiss, as he placed his lips to mine, this time in a sweet tender way that spoke only of the love he had declared to still have for me. One that this time couldn’t be denied, despite all my doubts.
What had just happened between us couldn’t have been faked...
It just wasn’t possible.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly after pushing all my hair back from my damp forehead. I couldn’t help but nod before saying in a breathy tone,
“So, you missed me then?” to which he threw his head back and burst into laughter... gut clenching, belly shaking, laughter. The kind that I felt everywhere, including my sex seeing as he was still seated deep within me. Then, when his amusement had eased, he licked his lips until the blood was mostly gone. Then he kissed my forehead and what he said next had the power to heal my heart for good.
Healed from the hurt the second he whispered tenderly...
“Every damn day, baby.”