Page 50 of The Vampire’s Prey

"Sorry, sir," I giggle, "I'm not mocking you. I just find your idea of taking care of me comical."

His face looms in my vision. I expect him to be mad, but again, he surprises me. His face is tender with a soft smirk tilting up the edges of his lips.

"You haven’t really complained yet. In fact, you have been quite vocal about how good my care feels."

As if to prove his point, he disappears from view again, and in an instant, his mouth, hot and wet, descends on my nipple. I try arching up, but the ropes bite into me. A myriad of feelings flow through my body, each one heightened by the pain the ropes cause. My breaths come out in shallow gasps as I writhe beneath him.

Easing his arm between our bodies, I barely have time to catch my breath before his fingers dance across my soaking slit. Gritting my teeth, I stifle my moan, trying to convince him that he has no power over me. His lips curve up against my breast in a smile.

"Is that how we are going to play this," he chuckles. In one swift movement, he plunges his finger into me until his knuckle grinds against my sensitive flesh. In the same breath, he bites down hard on the opposite nipple.

Squealing, I attempt to pull away, but find myself held fast by the ropes. I groan, letting my head fall back against the pillow. He has me right where he wants me, dripping and desperate.

"Poor, sweet, Evangeline. I want your cries to rattle the rafters, and I will not stop until you do."

He pulls his finger out and rams it back in, this time, with a second finger joining it.

"Please. Oh please," I beg as he toys with me.

Several shallow thrusts end with a deep one, almost shifting me off of the pillows.

"Not nearly loud enough yet, my pet. Now, since you insist on making me work for every reaction, I think it is high time you do a little of the work."

Adrian pulls out his fingers until they're poised at my entrance, but doesn't slide them back in. I bite my lower lip in frustration. I know what he wants me to do. If I comply though, that would prove that he is right about my desires.

"I can sit here all night, love. Makes no difference to me. But I do warn you that the longer you lay here, the more uncomfortable the ropes will become."

He wasn't kidding about that. Even from the little movement I've done thus far, the ropes are already straining and pulling at me. It isn't unbearable yet, but I can see that changing quickly. Testing just how tight they are, I arch my hips up a little way. It's burning and restrictive, but nothing I can't handle. Especially when I'm rewarded with his fingers sliding further inside me.

Grunting, I keep rocking my hips up and down, not quite getting him deep enough inside. The ropes tense and grow tighter with each movement, but the discomfort drives me to keep going. The pain drives my arousal even higher as I hump against his fingers. Tears of frustration dot my eyelashes, and I shake my head, trying to fling them away.

His gentle brush against my eyelids startle me, breaking my concentration. The tender, gentle movement breaks me. Tears begin to flow from my eyes as he leans down and kisses my eyelids.

"There now, my pet, let it all out. I have you."

His fingers start moving again as he pulls me in close to him, my sobs quickly turn to pants as he moves quicker inside me. I throw my head back, moaning loudly as desire flows through my body. Adrian shifts his wrist and angles up into me, pushing hard inside of me. Gasping, I arch up into him, ignoring the feel of the ropes.

His fingers dance inside my body, pushing harder and harder into me. Loud groans tear from my throat as he curls his fingers up into me. His other hand makes its way lower and rests just above my mound.

"Now then, ready to rattle the rafters for me?"

I stare up at the ceiling, unable to form words. What is he asking of me? I try to speak, but he pushes down on his free hand as he pumps up with the fingers inside me. Pleasure explodes through my body. Sensations I can’t even think of overwhelm my senses. Everything in me feels full and tight, like I'm about to burst from within. By this point, I don't even recognize the animalistic, primal sounds coming out of me. All I can do is feel. Every ounce of me coils tight, begging for release. "Please, please," I mutter, hoping I'm loud enough for him to hear me and grant me relief. The rope tightens around me with every move and strain against it. The pain ramps up my pleasure even higher.

"Come for me princess," he growls, his fingers pumper faster and harder

Ecstasy rolls through me, as everything in me explodes outward. Screams of pleasure pour out of me. I can feel liquid streaming down my thighs, but I'm too high to notice or even care. Every touch from Adrian sends fizzles of pleasure through me, adding to the aftershocks I'm feeling. Tremors rock my body as he eases his fingers out of me.

"Good girl, Evangeline. Good girl."

His breath flutters my eyelashes as he leans over to kiss my forehead. Warmth blossoms through me at his tender touch. For the first time, my heart actually aches for him. Maybe this can work after all? I look up to see his eyes on me, intent and searching.

"Still thinking even after all of that?" He chuckles softly, pulling away from me.

I miss his presence immediately and long to call out to him, but his hands are soon back on my body. He makes quick work of the ropes around my legs, and rubs them vigorously, bringing warmth and circulation back into them. The ropes hit the floor with muffled thuds, and I smile. So, he's okay with some messes it seems. His strong hands wrap about my upper body and he lifts me into a sitting position. The world starts spinning, and I lean against him.

"Shhh, sweetling, it is okay. Rest against me and do not faint.” His brows draw together as he turns and looks at the remains of the feast on the table. "Or throw up."

Chuckling softly, I nestle my head into his chest and close my eyes. It helps the swirling feelings inside my stomach. My whole world feels flipped upside down, like that first plunge on a roller coaster. I feel Adrian's chest move against my cheek, and I try to match the rhythm. Slow, calm, and steady, just like him. As the ropes come off of me, the tickles and tingles in my stomach subside, but it's replaced by an uncontrollable shiver. Adrian's arms wrap around me, his fingers briskly chafing against my skin. Pinpricks of pain hit me as the blood comes back to the surface, but it's actually nice. It helps ground me just a little bit more.