“Let’s see if you lied to me, or if you’re truly wearing nothing underneath. You know how I can get when somebody lies to me.” Too many lies, and they would unleash a beast within him.
A hitched breath was the answer. And then a comment. “I know.”
Provocative.
Amaury knew instantly what he would find underneath the green silk of her evening gown. So he readied himself to deliver her punishment.
His hand pushed up the fabric, up over her knees, her thighs. He stopped for a second when he reached her round cheeks. As he pushed the fabric over her ass and let it bunch at her waist, he took in the sight. Creamy, delicate skin. Pale.
Almost naked, but not quite. Wearing a thong qualified as a lie.
Slowly he stroked a hand over her ass. His finger hooked under the string and lifted it. A moment later he let it snap back onto her skin. He tsked.
An expectant sigh came from Ilona. “Oops, forgot I was wearing that.”
Another lie.
She wanted it badly. And he’d deliver. He wasn’t one to disappoint a woman in bed. And besides, he’d just gotten in the mood for something bad.
His hand lifted from the smooth skin of her buttocks.
“No more lies tonight.” His order was followed by his palm connecting with the right cheek of her ass in a short but stinging slap.
She moaned into the cushion as he gave her a second’s reprieve before he delivered the next slap onto the other cheek. His palm prints only showed for a few moments then disappeared. On a human woman they would have remained longer, not on the vampire female beneath him.
He nudged her legs apart with his knee. When she didn’t comply quickly enough, he paddled her ass once more. Left and right. Again. Instantly her thighs spread, but the thong obstructed the clear view of her pussy. It had to go. After all, he was a visual type of guy.
“No more thongs.” He ripped the piece off her, discarding it on the floor.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice colored with the arousal his senses were already bathing in.
He lowered his hand and slid it between her thighs, drenching his fingers in her cream. She jerked when his hand found her clit and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
But he only let her enjoy it for a second, before his finger dove into her slit. The motion almost lifted her off the sofa.
“You need it bad,” he commented.
“Yes, real bad.” She sounded breathless.
“I’ve got just the thing for you.” A pretty big thing.
Vampire speed was a good skill to have when wanting to free one’s cock quickly. This was the moment when it definitely came in handy. His erection jutted out proudly as soon as he’d lowered the zipper. He didn’t bother taking his pants off completely.
He knew he was big, larger than the average vampire. Many women wouldn’t be able to accommodate him immediately, but Ilona had been fucked sufficiently by countless men; she was well used to an extra-large helping of cock. And he was ready to dole out her serving. Inch by iron-hard inch.
Centering himself behind her, he grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged into her heat. Slick, hot, and wet, she welcomed him. He moved in and out of her, taking her moans for what they were: encouragement.
“Harder!” she screamed, sounding angry.
“Don’t you give me orders,” he bit out and thrust deeper, then followed it up with a slap on her ass. And another one. He was in the driver’s seat, and he’d make it clear to her.
“Oh God, yes!”
Amaury grinned devilishly. He knew exactly what she needed. And what he wanted.
“I think you need your ass fucked, so you know who’s in charge in my bed.” A warning he was willing to turn into reality.
He felt the muscles of her sheath tighten. No, he wouldn’t let her come, not yet. He pulled out instantly and held her still.
“Damn it, you bastard! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Fuck me, now!” She was like hell on a runaway train, scratching and clawing at him.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. On my terms.” But her well-used pussy wasn’t enough for him.
He dipped his finger into her slick heat and coated it with her cream. As he slipped it out, he ran it up the crack of her ass until he found her other hole. She went completely still. His finger rimmed the puckered hole, moistening it with her juices.
Within seconds she relaxed, and he felt her arch upwards and push herself against his finger, tempting him to enter. He didn’t need any coaxing. His finger drove into her narrow sheath, her muscles securing him tightly.
Letting go of her hip, he reached underneath the couch, recovering the jar of lubricant he kept there for events like this and dug his fingers into it. Smoothing a generous amount over her hole and working it into her with his fingers, was almost as pleasurable as fucking her.