"Ah, God," he finally managed. When the slit grew moist, she dipped her tongue down and gave it a dabbing lick.
His eyes rolled back in his head.
Then came the long, slow slide of her wet lips. He arched his back. When she flicked her tongue while he was in her mouth, the pleasure was so intense he yelled out. With effort, he raised his head to witness it - he had to see this - breaths going ragged at the sight of her taking him in.
He wanted to brush her hair aside to see better, but the chains prevented him. He could have broken them easily, but she'd deemed the chains a condition. He'd never jeopardize this.
As if she'd read his mind, she smoothed her hair over one shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view.
He hissed in a breath when she caressed her face against the length, lovingly, as she had that first morning against his cheek. "What do you think?"
"Can't seem to," he said, choking out the words. She smiled.
Completely uninhibited, she continued her ministrations, making it impossible to hold out much longer. Her mouth was so hot and wet, he wanted it to go on forever, but he felt his sack tightening. "About to come... " Just when he was about to go over the edge, she released him from her mouth, as he'd expected. He didn't dare think she'd take all of him.
"No, Bastian, you're really not."
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Brows drawn together, Sebastian grated, "Think I'd know this."
She squeezed the head of his erection in her fist, preventing him from ejaculating, then hid her surprise. It worked!
His shaft was swollen with seed, the pressure visibly paining him. They both stared at it, before meeting eyes.
She saw the exact moment realization hit him. "You can't mean to... "
When she nodded, he yanked on the chains, seeming incredulous that they were holding him.
"The chains have been mystically reinforced," she explained with a leisurely lick. "Not even an immortal as strong as you can break them, and you can't trace from them, either."
He still tried to. "Let me free," he growled. "Is this some kind of revenge?" His na**d body was wracked with tension, every muscle bulging as he fought the chains. His arms grew even more huge with effort.
"Not revenge, Bastian." Once his seed descended again, and he wasn't in immediate danger of release, she removed her robe. His struggles eased as his lips parted. She leaned over, br**sts close to his mouth, to prop up his head with a pillow. With his gaze riveted to her body, his battle to be free subsided. When she straddled him, he stilled completely, as if he'd forgotten to resist.
"Closer," he commanded.
She moved in, holding her br**sts to his mouth, one, then the other. He sucked her ni**les hard, groaning around each, hands clenching in the manacles.
When she pulled away, he bit out curses - until she moved down his body to take him with her mouth once more. She relished the taste of his flesh, loved how responsive he was, how disbelieving when she licked the base and down to his heavy sack.
"These things you do to me... my God, I didn't know... "
She couldn't take all of his prodigious length, so she used her hand as well, stroking the base.
"Katja, I'm about - "
She gripped him hard, preventing him again, and he yelled out in agony. He dug his heels into the bed to thrust, to shake her hand loose, desperate to lose his seed in any way. Never had she seen anything so erotic as his body twisting in the chains.
But she held firm, and soon he grew drugged with lust, nearly insensible. His chest was slicked with sweat, and his entire body quaked with the need for release. He reverted to his native language, and the things he told her made it clear he didn't think she could understand him. However, she spoke Estonian fluently.
Oh. Had she forgotten to tell him?
He rasped that she was his kena, his darling, that she was so precious to him. He admitted he hadn't been able to tell her that, no matter how badly he'd needed to.
He would die if he knew I can understand him.
He told her he wanted her with him, only him, after this night. Just as he'd been loyal to her and would ever be. For always...
Sebastian hadn't had another that night in Colombia? Emotion trilled through her, making her toes curl, and she became hungrier for him - if possible - and aroused to the point of agony.
Her fingers longed to trail down to her sex for what would be an instant release. Loyal for always? She shivered, kissing him lovingly now, breathing hot and fast. She couldn't stop a moan -
Immediately, he lifted his head, shaking it hard, as if to clear a haze. "Let me free."
What had brought about this abrupt change? "Bastian, this time I promise you can - "
"Let me free, or I will find a way out of these chains." His demeanor was becoming alarming. His eyes were narrowed and black.
Seeing that he was serious, she leaned up. "Why? Didn't you like what I was doing?"
He yanked on the chains, straining, as her eyes went wide.
She wasn't at all certain she wanted to release the vampire she'd just been sexually tormenting. While she was na**d and needing. And not when his eyes promised retaliation. "Wh-what do you want to do?" Good money said, To turn the tables.
If she unlocked those shackles, he'd take her this very night.
Now she felt like he was skipping a step.
She hadn't been prepared to have sex with him yet. Yet? Oh, gods. As if it had been a foregone conclusion. She'd only slept with men she'd trusted, and for all of Sebastian's considerable charms, she did not trust him.
He strained against the bonds even harder than before, but no vampire could break through those - he'd only hurt himself.
Suddenly, she became very conscious of how much larger he was than she. His cut muscles that usually thrilled her now made her swallow with alarm. His shaft, which she'd always found so big and wondrous, daunted her.
Everything added up to make her want to run, but when a trickle of blood slid from his wrist, she cried, "Wait!" and dove forward for the key. With trembling hands, she unlocked him -
In an instant, he tossed her onto her back, looming over her, and began palming and fondling her between her thighs. He groaned to the ceiling to find her so wet.
"Bastian! What're you doing?"
He faced her. "It's time." His voice was unrecognizable.
"Wh-whoa, what time? Why now?"
"You're denying us for no reason... you want me, too." His whole hand covered her sex possessively, rubbing. "Tell me you don't need me inside you, and I'll stop." With his other hand, he grasped her breast, brushing his thumb over her jutting nipple. "Tell me."