Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You’ll get plenty of exercise, too. Your body is a work of art, and I’m going to admire it properly. And care for it. I'll give you very thorough checkups every single night.”
I groan. “Will you wear the glasses?”
“Yes, Maisy, I'll wear the glasses just for you.” He sets his hand around my throat again and leans in to kiss me. He smells like expensive cologne, sandalwood and ambergris, with a wild woodsy flavor underneath. My handsome husband. I can hardly believe he’s mine.
The second act starts, and he kneels down in front of me. “What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me?”
We’re in public. I mean, we’re on a balcony, and the lights are down, and no one can really see but… “Yes?”
“I'm going to need a yes, sir.” He picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles right next to the wedding ring. “If this makes you uncomfortable, I’ll sit back in my seat and pretend I didn't order you not to wear panties, so I could have easy access to this sweet pussy.”
Oh God. “Yes, sir. Please.” I widen my knees.
He pushes up my skirt again. His hot breath hits my folds, and I almost collapse. “I’m going to eat my dessert first. You're not going to come for me until I say. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
And so the torture begins.
He plays with my pussy, licking it like I’m a bowl of ice cream, and he doesn’t have a spoon. I clench my teeth and try not to cry out.
It’s only when the final act comes that he lifts his head.
“I don't want you to hold back; you're going to come for me.”
Down on stage, the acrobats swan dive a death-defying distance into the pool.
I’m nervous–I don’t want to make a scene. I can’t pretend that doing this in public doesn’t add an edge to the delicious torment.
He lowers his head and licks and licks and licks, pushing me toward the pinnacle. My pleasure crests, and I cry out just as the curtains close and people jump to their feet with a roar of applause.
Chapter Eighteen
Matthias
“That was an amazing show,” she says. “I would watch it again every night.”
“Me too.”
“You didn’t even see it.”
“What I saw was the most gorgeous sight in the world.” And I’m going to see it again. I’ve decided I’m not letting her go when we get back to Bad Bear. I’m going to make her come every night. I want to worship at the altar of her pussy every morning, and sneak off to have my way with her every day. The way I want her is problematic. It’s worse now that I’ve had a taste. And it’s not just sinking my cock and teeth into her. I want to feed her. Bathe her. Carry her, so her perfect toes don’t ever have to touch the filthy ground. This cannot be normal. Were my brothers this way with Lana and Paloma?
I just need to strengthen the Moon Cure. I just took a dose before I got in the limo tonight, but it feels like it’s already worn off. My limbs feel heavy, but my fangs are slick and ready.
Mate mate mate need need need mark mark mark. My bear is shouting nonstop.
I’m almost out of Moon Cure. But it’s fine, I can get more vampire blood, even if I have to fly to Lucius to draw it myself.
She's still breathless as I escort her to a private room in the restaurant overlooking the fountains. We're going to have a candlelight dinner, and then I'm going to end by fucking her on the table while the glowing fountains dance to Debussy. Then I’ll take her to the mansion, carry her to the playroom, and test every implement on her sweet ass. I’ll have to take more Moon Cure to do it, but fuck it, I’ll do it, for her.
Mark mark mark mate mate mate mate.
I ignore my bear, but there’s a tremor in my hand as I hold her chair for her like a gentleman.
“Thank you for giving me my date. It was perfect.”
“This is just the beginning. We're going to be together. You need to know what I am, who I am first. So when we get back to the mountain, I'll take you on that hike, and I'll show you my bear.”
“I'd like that.”
Maybe it'll be okay.
“So now that you’ve seen my New Year’s resolution list, I might as well tell you about my plans for the cafe.”
“Expansion plans?” I ask, remembering the list.
“Yes, I want to build off the back and side and add a bookstore. I once saw a brewery bookstore, and that inspired me. We’ll be a coffee shop with a bookstore by day, and then a coffee shop with a bar by night. I’ll host authors for signings and have a space for poetry readings, game nights, and performers like singer/songwriters.”