control over the surge of passion that struck his body. He’d expected her to fight him more. Valkyrine had lasted over twenty-four hours before giving in to him.
Still, despite his surprise, that one word sounded sweeter on her lips than any sound he’d heard in all his nearly two hundred years. Almost two centuries worth of seething, boiling in his own anger. He spent countless sleepless days, lying in the dark and dreaming about the time he would get his revenge on the light. The taste of victory was a succulent ambrosia and for several long moments he was perfectly silent, savoring his vengeance. His body urged him to continue, to seal her fate. The pleasure still singing over his flesh was only the beginning. He leaned in to put his mouth next to her ear again.
“Such anger for such a tender plea,” he whispered, relishing the way her body trembled in his grip. Despite his own desire to bury his aching length inside her, he was not ready to relinquish him moment so soon. “Perhaps I should make you ask me nicely.”
He lowered his hand trailing it down past her hip. She tensed in his arms as his slid his finger inside her. Slowly he began to slide another finger in to join the first, pumping them in and out of her desire soaked pussy. The whimper that fell from her throat sent a fresh wave of blood to his cock and he groaned.
“I would bring you such pleasure, Saule,” he whispered. He caressed the slick walls of her cunt, massaging them until her body undulated against his hand, her breath becoming more and more ragged. “Beg me.”
“No.”
He froze, his hand stilling as her voice echoed in his ears. “No?”
Saule shook her head even as her hips jerked against his hand in frustration.
Ah, there is the defiance I expected . He smiled.
“Anton and Kurt bring you pleasure do they not?”
She jolted slightly in the chains as if his question caught her off guard. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. He slowly thrust his hips forward, straining to keep his own control even as he chipped away at hers.
“Thank them,” he said softly.
Her jaw twitched as if she’d clenched her teeth again. Seeing her struggle somehow eased his own and helped him regain a measure of control. He pulled his fingers from her body, sliding them between her legs until he found the smooth bundle of nerves just above the hot entrance to her pussy. Her body bucked wildly as he massaged her clit in slow smooth circles.
“Thank them,” he whispered again.
She shook her head and he halted his fingers, taking them away from her clit. She cried out, her body jerking as if to force his ministrations to continue.
“Thank them,” he repeated.
“Th-thank you,” she ground out.
Aldric smiled his purely masculine satisfaction. His fingers resumed their massage of her clit. “They deserve a reward, do they not?”
She started to shake her head, but a few firm strokes of his fingers threw her body around, rattling the chains. She dragged in a ragged breath and nodded, wordlessly.
“Invite them to drink at your lovely breasts.”
Anton and Kurt continued their ministrations even as their eyes began to shine with hungry anticipation. Aldric had seen them feast at a woman’s pleasure soaked body before. He’d watched them hold women down to keep them from tearing themselves open while they thrashed around in the pleasure of the brothers’ bite. It was their gift. A type of vampire glamour that brought un-imaginable pleasure. Combined with Aldric’s own considerable skill, the ecstasy they would bring her would make her glow.
“Anton, Kurt,” she gasped, her voice the sweetest sound Aldric’s ears had ever heard. “Drink.”
Aldric’s grip tightened around her waist as he delved his fingers into her center, collecting more honey to spread over her clit. Saule cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Say please,”
Still, despite his surprise, that one word sounded sweeter on her lips than any sound he’d heard in all his nearly two hundred years. Almost two centuries worth of seething, boiling in his own anger. He spent countless sleepless days, lying in the dark and dreaming about the time he would get his revenge on the light. The taste of victory was a succulent ambrosia and for several long moments he was perfectly silent, savoring his vengeance. His body urged him to continue, to seal her fate. The pleasure still singing over his flesh was only the beginning. He leaned in to put his mouth next to her ear again.
“Such anger for such a tender plea,” he whispered, relishing the way her body trembled in his grip. Despite his own desire to bury his aching length inside her, he was not ready to relinquish him moment so soon. “Perhaps I should make you ask me nicely.”
He lowered his hand trailing it down past her hip. She tensed in his arms as his slid his finger inside her. Slowly he began to slide another finger in to join the first, pumping them in and out of her desire soaked pussy. The whimper that fell from her throat sent a fresh wave of blood to his cock and he groaned.
“I would bring you such pleasure, Saule,” he whispered. He caressed the slick walls of her cunt, massaging them until her body undulated against his hand, her breath becoming more and more ragged. “Beg me.”
“No.”
He froze, his hand stilling as her voice echoed in his ears. “No?”
Saule shook her head even as her hips jerked against his hand in frustration.
Ah, there is the defiance I expected . He smiled.
“Anton and Kurt bring you pleasure do they not?”
She jolted slightly in the chains as if his question caught her off guard. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. He slowly thrust his hips forward, straining to keep his own control even as he chipped away at hers.
“Thank them,” he said softly.
Her jaw twitched as if she’d clenched her teeth again. Seeing her struggle somehow eased his own and helped him regain a measure of control. He pulled his fingers from her body, sliding them between her legs until he found the smooth bundle of nerves just above the hot entrance to her pussy. Her body bucked wildly as he massaged her clit in slow smooth circles.
“Thank them,” he whispered again.
She shook her head and he halted his fingers, taking them away from her clit. She cried out, her body jerking as if to force his ministrations to continue.
“Thank them,” he repeated.
“Th-thank you,” she ground out.
Aldric smiled his purely masculine satisfaction. His fingers resumed their massage of her clit. “They deserve a reward, do they not?”
She started to shake her head, but a few firm strokes of his fingers threw her body around, rattling the chains. She dragged in a ragged breath and nodded, wordlessly.
“Invite them to drink at your lovely breasts.”
Anton and Kurt continued their ministrations even as their eyes began to shine with hungry anticipation. Aldric had seen them feast at a woman’s pleasure soaked body before. He’d watched them hold women down to keep them from tearing themselves open while they thrashed around in the pleasure of the brothers’ bite. It was their gift. A type of vampire glamour that brought un-imaginable pleasure. Combined with Aldric’s own considerable skill, the ecstasy they would bring her would make her glow.
“Anton, Kurt,” she gasped, her voice the sweetest sound Aldric’s ears had ever heard. “Drink.”
Aldric’s grip tightened around her waist as he delved his fingers into her center, collecting more honey to spread over her clit. Saule cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Say please,”
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