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“You taste divine,” his low, satin, vibrato had her toes curling in her heels. “I have a notion to spend all day drinking you up then feeding you my blood on and on until it's all the same.”

“Do it,” she taunted.

This time, instead of biting her again he kissed her.

With all the wicked passion that Amaros had shown her since she’d awakened, she expected his kiss to be ravishing. However, just like the man Amaros always was around her, the kiss was controlled, measured.

She leaned into him, hoping he’d intensify the kiss, give her more than the slow seductive glide of his tongue in and around her mouth.

Even the way he palmed the back of her head, keeping her mouth fixed to his or the way he delicately glided his hand through the split in her dress and up the inside of her thigh.

Michaela groaned, frustrated at his treatment of her. Amaros had been rougher when he spread her out over the bed and pinched her nipples, smacked her ass, and nipped at her swollen tender clit. But he was using kid gloves with her.

She could only conceive of one reason he would show her such courtesy: He now knew her ordeal.

He slipped two fingers past the edge of the delicate, lacy fabric she could hardly call underwear. Her pussy was wet and made it easy for him to glide between her swollen lips and find her clit.

His touch may have been languid, but his long, deft fingers knew how to touch her, and he knew just the right way to push her toward the edge.

However, she wouldn’t let him get away with treating her as if she were fragile, a delicate flower that would wilt under a firmer touch.

Reaching up, she grabbed his tie, yanked it down, and clawed at the buttons of his shirt.

Stop treating me like one of your damn ancient, exotic Chinese vases .

Snatching his mouth from hers, he ended the gentle kiss.

“Do you need the pain because you want to forget?” He fisted and tugged at the short strands of her hair, causing her scalp to sting.

She reached up, buried her fingers into his ultra-sleek hair and gripped it with all her might. She needed Amaros to know she could take whatever he dished out, and she wasn’t a weak lamb.

He arched a brow at her, questions haunting his mysterious eyes, but she noted a hint of a curl at one corner of his mouth.

Furious, and ready for whatever way he planned to challenge her, she held his gaze, losing herself in his eyes and watching his beast rise inside of him, seeping away the ash-gray color and staining them ruby, even as a red haze lowered a veil over her eyes.

“No. I want to prove to myself that those bastards didn’t break me, that I’m stronger despite what they did to me. ”

When he took her mouth this time, it was gloriously savage. He kissed her hard, driving his tongue into her mouth and giving her no quarter.

His hand was still stroking her clit, but this time it was harder, faster.

She felt the wild storm of her orgasm swelling, starting to barrel down on her. When he slipped down and buried two fingers into her pussy, stretching her walls, she whimpered. But she didn’t want him to stop.

She needed this.

As he worked his fingers in and out, the palm of his hand smacked against her wetness and echoed in the room.

Then she couldn’t hold back her climax a moment longer. Returning his kiss, she clutched his lapel and cried out in his mouth.

She felt the world rotating in the opposite direction, or they were moving backwards; she was too blown away to figure it out.

Her ears tuned to a whooshing sound.

Slam.

~YH~

He hadn’t used his power to close the door because he wanted to contain the erotic, cock stiffening sounds Michaela was making as she came. Hell, no, he wanted the entire cathedral-mansion to hear her and know that Michaela was his.

And that he had claimed her, they were blood mates.

But the fuck if he was putting on a show for every Vampire, Prime, and servant who happened by. This moment was for him and Michaela.

He wanted her with fierceness that shook his core, even though he struggled to articulate his need mentally.

Since the moment he looked into her eyes in the cave and heard her beg him to save her.

It was damn maddening to hold himself back every time he was near her, touched her, tasted her.

But he knew she’d been holding back a part of herself.

Now he understood the secret she kept. More importantly, he comprehended the freedom she desired. She hadn’t called it freedom, but she wanted to control the reins of her life, and doing it by choosing to submit to him in pleasure.

Amaros was damn happy to deliver it.

Kicking a chair out of the way, he caused it to skid across the floor and shatter against a far wall as he guided Michaela back until her ass rested on the edge of the table. He leaned back, breaking the kiss. “I won’t be gentle.”

“I didn’t ask you to.” Reaching up she pulled his tie out of the collar of his shirt.

Staring at her, he moved slightly to the side of her slim form. With one swipe of his arm, he cleared everything off the tabletop behind her to the head of the table where he’d sat.

Dome tops clanged, glasses shattered, dishes broke, and food spilled, but Amaros gave none of it thought.

Michaela gasped, but he had to hand it to her, she didn’t glance over at the scattered dishes and food.

Taking her by the waist, he turned her around and forced her upper body flat onto the table.

“Amaros?” her voice trembled as she glanced over her shoulder at him. He could see the trepidation in her eyes, causing the redness of her bloodlust to recede just a bit.

“Oh, love, brace yourself, I plan to give you just what you asked for.” He took hold of the skirt of her pretty seafoam green dress, the light fabric that flirted with her legs when she moved and teased him all morning. Yanking, he ripped it from hem to waist.

Between the side split and the lightness of the material, he could have easily flipped the end up over her hips, but the violence of it all fed his beast. Vampires weren’t lovely, nor were they a gentle kind.

And that needy bastard housed within his core was greedy and lusty and wanted its pound of flesh in all ways, or it wouldn’t be satisfied.

But above all, it wanted to claim its mate.

The delicate, flimsy, sexy material of her soaked panties went next. A flick of one of his sharp, extended nails had the scrap floating around her feet.

Staring down at her, Amaros marveled at the sight. Michaela was breathtakingly beautiful with her lissome frame and striking features, but her toned, pale-golden ass could bring even the strongest Vampire to his knees. Him.

“You know there's no pleasure without some pain first, Michaela.”

“You don’t scare me, Amaros...do your worst,” she goaded him.

“I can see in our life, your mouth is going to make your ass sore often, little angel.” His hand came down on the center of her left cheek, then the top, moving to the side and the bottom.

Then he stepped to the side and aimed his attention at her right globe in the same pattern just enough to warm up her flesh.

When he repeated the action to her first cheek, but brought more heat as he watched her wiggle her hips trying to place herself in an angle to ease some of the sting.

But he wasn’t a novice in discipline methods. No, he’d centuries of practice. He pressed his hand more firmly to her lower back, keeping her just how he wanted.

Over and over, he’d ensure each strike to her lovely, blushing ass was hard enough to steal her breath. Otherwise, he’d find himself taking his belt off and striping her ass before he fucked her.

And he wanted inside of her pussy too bad to take the time for such erotic, lined artistry.

“Ooooh,” she cried out as the smacks began to land on areas of her sensitive backside that had already been spanked at least twice, and this was his third go round.

Michaela’s heady arousal perfumed the air, even as he could clearly see the shine of her wetness dripping from her pussy and glossing her thighs.

Amaros, please... she pleaded, wiggling her hips and pressing her thighs tighter together as if it would bring her the release she sought.

He lightly kicked the inside of her right shoe then her left, spreading her legs more than shoulder width apart. The wide stance caused her to drop all her weight on the table.

What do you want?

I need to come.

“Do you?” He halted in his spanking and lowered his hand to one of her thighs. He glided his fingers through the cream, painting her apex, extremely close to where she wanted his touch, but denying her.

“Yes. Yes. Please,” she whined. All her flippant responses from earlier were now gone.

But this wasn’t about breaking her, but pleasing her. Palming her pussy, he squeezed her, loving how her essence coated his hand. He glided two fingers to her distended clit and began to circle her.

She was so drenched, the wet sounds as he played with her pussy filled the space.

“Oh...don’t stop.” Michaela gripped the tablecloth and his tie, still in her grasp, as she leaned back, begging for more contact.

He gave it to her. Slipping his thumb up along her supple, slick slit he reached her entrance. Pressing in along her walls while he stroked her clit had her heels tap, tap, tapping on the hardwood floor.

She was close.

In and out, he thrust his thumb. Round and round he worked her clit.

Then he moved his other hand from the small of her back and brought it down on her ass hard, harder than any of the previous swats.

And she came. Bucking and thrusting her tight pussy onto his thumb, ravenous to keep the pleasure rolling through her body.

Amaros pulled his hand away and shoved his glistening thumb into his mouth.

He sucked her sweet nectar from his finger and felt his cock pulse in his pants, pressing urgently against the zipper.

When he got her back to the room, he’d spend time licking her delectable pussy, but for now, he needed inside.