PLAYING WITH FIRE

VASHA

He stares at me for a long moment, as if he is fighting a battle within himself.

“Vasha…”

“I want to thank you. Properly,” I whisper seductively, my fingers curling into the black fabric of the shirt covering his chest. “You saved me, so let me reward you.”

"You have done enough for me already,” the fingers of his other hand gently reach up to my face, caressing my cheek. “You are alive, and that's enough. You don't need to worry about anything tonight.”

“And who said I am worrying about anything?” I step closer, close enough to feel the chill radiating from his immortal body, close enough to see the hunger beginning to burn behind his mesmerizing amber eyes.

He wants me. I can see it.

I want him too.

“Draven,” I call softly, refusing to release his hand. “Don't leave. I want to do this, not because I owe you, but because I want to. Allow me to thank you properly. I want to be your exclusive blood thrall tonight. Use me. Drink from me. Take everything you crave.”

“Careful, little flame,” his eyes darken with hunger, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips. “Once I start, I won’t stop until you are dripping and begging for more.”

“Good,” I push him back until he is sitting on the edge of the bed.

Next, I straddle his lap, my fingers tracing the immaculate lines of his sharp jaw.

“I want you obsessed and addicted to me,” I tease, grinding against him just once.

“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. This man is my world and I want him to know how much he means to me.

I love him, and I would willingly give him anything just to prove that.

Starting now.

Without warning, I kiss him first, a deep, hungry kiss pouring out of me with all my relief and raw desire for him. Our tongues tangle together and his hands slide under the velvet robe I am wearing, his fingers gripping my bare ass and pulling me harder against the growing bulge in his pants.

“You are playing with fire,” he hisses against my lips, his fangs grazing my lower lip.

“Then burn me.”

He groans again and kisses me back. I grind slowly against him, feeling his cock already hardened fully.

Unable to resist, I reach between us and free his thick cock.

Fuck.

This is not my first time seeing his girthy cock, but every time I see it, I am always in awe. His cock is veiny and massive, the tip already leaking with precum.

My mouth waters at the sight.

I take his cock into my hands and begin stroking the thick length, making him groan in pleasure with every stroke. His hand fists in my hair while his other hand yanks aside the chest part of my velvet robe, exposing my breasts.

Next, his mouth descends, sucking one nipple hard while his fangs scrape the sensitive skin and instantly, a shivery wave of pleasure shoots straight to my core.

I moan, stroking him faster. “I want you to drink from me while you fuck me, Draven. I want to feel you lose control for me.”

“I make the rules now,” he growls over my nipple and flips us suddenly, pinning me beneath him on the sheets.

I chuckle, loving this dominant side of him.

With one rip, he completely tears off the velvet robe from my body and flings it to the floor like nothing. The cold air in the room instantly hits my heated naked skin, but I don't care.

All I care about is the way his eyes are devouring every inch of me right now, his hungry gaze tracing my curves, my breasts, including the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You are beautiful, and you are all mine tonight.”

“So are you,” I kiss him again, my fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

Done, I quickly take off the shirt and toss it aside, my hands returning back to his chest and roaming all over the smooth ridged muscles.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls against my lips before his mouth descends lower, trailing a path of hot sizzling kisses down my jaw and throat. “I bet your dripping wet pussy tastes even better.”

“Why don't you check for yourself?”

“Oh I am going to,” he rasps and spreads my thighs wider before kneeling between them, his eyes darkened with raw lust and desire. My hands fist into his hair, waiting.

And without warning, he sinks two thick fingers deep inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp out a broken moan, already soaked and dripping into the sheets.

Fuck.

He pumps his fingers slowly, curling them against that perfect spot inside me while his thumb circles my clit.

I moan again in pleasure, my back arching off the bed.

“You are always so wet for me,” he teases, his voice laced with dark amusement. “Even after nearly being sold, your body still knows who it craves.”

“Of course it craves only you,” I gasp, my hips rocking against his hand. “Please Draven, stop teasing me and take what’s yours.”

He chuckles, the sinful sound doing forbidden things to my body. After a few more teasing strokes, he withdraws his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.

“Mhmm,” he hums satisfactorily. “You taste so damn good.”

“Draven,” I rasp breathlessly, my hand wrapping around his cock and stroking it slightly. “Fuck me. Please.”

“As you wish,” he smirks and grabs my hands, pinning them above my head. He kisses my neck, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance.

“You asked for this little whore,” he growls against my lips. “Now fucking take it.”

Before I can respond, he slams into me with one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

“Draven!” I cry out at the stretch, writhing under him.

Fuck. He feels even bigger and fuller than I remember.

“So tight,” he groans, staying still for a moment to let me adjust before he starts moving. I wrap my legs around him, my nails digging into my palms as his cock keeps thrusting deep, possessive strokes in and out of me.

The rhythm is exquisite, but I want more.

“Harder, Draven. I can take it.”

His control snaps and he pounds into me, the bed shaking with each thrust hitting the deep sensitive spot inside me. I moan again and again, the wet sounds of our slapping bodies filling the room together with his deep groans and more of my shameless moans.

Oh fuck.

He leans down and kisses me fiercely, then trails his mouth to my neck. There, his fangs pierce my skin at the same moment he drives particularly deep inside me, his cock hitting that sensitive spot again and again.

“Draven—yes!” I moan, raw ecstasy exploding through me, his vampire venom flooding my veins from the bite and turning every thrust into liquid fire burning through me like gasoline. I can smell the metallic scent of my blood as he drinks deeply, groaning against my throat while his hips keep snapping relentlessly against mine.

Blood play during sex always does this to us, making everything more addictive and irresistible.

“You are my obsession, little flame,” he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his lips stained red with my blood. “This tight cunt, this sweet blood, they are all mine and only mine.”

“Don’t stop,” I rasp, my release building fast and intense. “Keep filling me up while you drink more. Please.”

“Naughty whore,” he chuckles and I clench around him, loving the filthy words. Next, he bites my breast on the spot right above my heart, drinking my blood again as he fucks me harder.

Dear God.

The combination of his bite and his cock is mindblowing, the dual sensations pushing me towards the edge again and again. He continues fucking me harder and deeper, ripping me apart with his monster cock until I can't take it anymore.

“Fuck!” I crash over the edge with a loud scream, my pussy walls convulsing around his thick cock and soaking us both, my body trembling again and again with the force of my orgasm rippling through my muscles and making me a writhing mess.

Despite that, Draven doesn’t stop. He continues riding me through my orgasm, chasing his own release until he finally comes with a deep, guttural groan, his cock jerking inside me and flooding my pussy with spurt after spurt of his cold seed.

Fuck. The feeling is completely out of this world.

Moments later, he releases my hands and collapses over me, being careful not to crush me with his body. I smile, floating in bliss when he gently licks his bite marks on my skin, his tongue healing them with every lick. His cock is still hard inside me, his eyes still burning with obsessive hunger.

The night is young.

And from the hunger in his eyes, I don't think the fun is over.

“Are you ready for more, my love?” I tease, tracing a finger down his chest.

He smirks, slowly rolling his hips. “You offered yourself as my exclusive slut tonight, so I intend to use every hour until dawn.”