Dimitri POV
His words and desire had a dizzying effect on her, clearly. And he wanted nothing more than to make her his.
He hadn't exactly fallen for her at first sight, or the first time he saw her photo, but he wanted her. He wanted her long, lean limbs wrapped around him.
Skimming his hand over her thigh, he murmured, "I'm going to love sinking between your thighs and burying myself in your sweetness. But first, I'm going to enjoy feasting on you and tasting you, even before I bite you. Would you like that, pet?"
"Yes, Daddy. A question."
He laughed, a low, amused rumble. "What is it?"
"Will you feed from me often?"
"Oh yes. But I'll keep you strength up, and make sure to wait between feedings." He licked his lips. "I sampled a drop of your blood while you were in the palace, unconscious. It was from the blood they drew. Exquisite. I doubt I'll need to drink much to satisfy me completely."
She quivered under his gaze. "That's good to know."
"Oh, believe me, I don't intend to harm you. You're mine for a long time, or until I get bored. Then, you can do whatever you please." His eyes narrowed. "But I expect you to be my good little pet, or I might not keep you. Then where would you be?"
"You wouldn't do that to me!"
He growled. "Brat. I'm in charge now. I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to."
Marching over to the dresser, he picked up a red leather collar, the kind you could buy in sex shops. He returned and fastened it around her neck, running a finger over a little gold plate with her name engraved on it. "You belong to me, little pet. First rule. Don't ever take off this collar. It stays on. It's waterproof."
Her eyes widened.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good. Second rule. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He lowered himself onto her, pinning her beneath him. He loved his body pressed against hers, the hard planes of his muscles against her full, soft curves.
"Third rule. You belong to me, and only me. Body and soul."
His thigh slipped between hers and he heard her breath hitch.
"You're mine completely, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said breathily.
His ego swelled, and his heart swelled, hearing her submit to him. He'd defied his family and could get in a lot of trouble, all for this one human. He meant to enjoy her submission to the fullest. And he would spoil her completely and do as he pleased with her.
The softness of her skin astonished him. Like velvet. He lowered his head to kiss her, slow and deep and drugging. "You're mine," he murmured. "Say it."
He'd never smelled a human female so intoxicating. She wasn't even his first virgin. But something about her scent, combined with her blonde hair and creamy skin, made him crazy with desire.
Her hot little love canal dripped for him.
"You're so wet," he whispered. "So hot and wet for me. I'm going to enjoy burying my face between your legs and tasting you. Do you want me to taste you, sugar?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He knelt between her thighs, staring at the pink flesh in front of him. "So beautiful." He reached out a fingertip and circled her sensitive bud. Her breasts loved that, from the way they swelled. Elder Gods, she was so wet.
"You're going to be so tight around me," he said huskily. "I'll have to prepare you. To take care of you like you deserve."
Stroking her, he smiled at the breathy little moan she made.
"No, no, sugar, you're distracting me."
He lifted his hand and smiled when she gritted her teeth in protest, her pink lips swollen with his kisses. He could taste those soft lips all night long, but that sweet little love canal needed attention, and badly.
How did she stay so innocent? There had to be a few guys who desired her. But maybe her late mother didn't want her daughter involved with anyone. Or maybe, just maybe, she knew that her daughter's fate would catch up with her.
Whatever the reason for his little toy being untouched, he couldn't deny the warm satisfaction at being the first to claim her.
"No making a sound, pet. Let your body speak for you. I'll make you sing."
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Ariana POV
Oh God, what did she get herself into?
What was her alternative? She couldn't think of a one. Fleeing ancient vampires who were probably enraged at her escape? Not much of a plan. Her aunt and uncle would suffer, too.
Trembling, she nodded at Dimitri's words.
"Good girl."
His fingers circled her bud, over and over, stroking in a way that should be criminal with the pleasure she felt. She blushed, feeling herself become wetter and wetter for him.
He'd take her. He'd be inside her. She'd felt hm between her thighs. Big, powerful, and hard as the stake he mentioned. Except she'd be the one impaled by him.
He settled between her thighs, his gorgeous, youthful face and old-soul eyes a beautiful sight. His tongue flicked out to taste her, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.
"Good girl. Now I won't have to punish you." His tongue bathed her in heat and light and pleasure. "I can think of more worthwhile things to do with you. I have a whole list."
A list?
She didn't dare ask the question.
"Oh yes," he said, amused at the inquiry in her eyes. "A list of every decadent act I know. Some of them might be too much for you. I don't want to break my new toy. I always take good care of my treasures."
He lowered his mouth and tasted her in earnest.
Oh God.
Her back arched, and her head fell back, as a shockwave of pleasure ripped through her body. She'd never felt so sensitive in her life.
"Good girl." His hot breath bathed her flesh, and his fingers scissored inside her, increasing the torment. "You're so wet and needy for me."
How hot his mouth was! Like a living flame. She couldn't even breathe. Her world shrank to this one bedroom in whatever opulent fortress where he'd taken her to live with him. Dimitri Lyunov became her world. Her focus. His gorgeous hair like moonbeams splayed all around him, brushing her thighs as he feasted on her.
"Mmmm," he murmured, making lusty sounds of delight. "You taste so good. I could spend all night tasting you, but I want to claim you. When I take you, you're going to feel pleasure like nothing you've ever imagined. It's going to be so good. I'm going to wreck this lovely piece of heaven between your legs. Again and again."
She tried not to whimper. Oh God. The heat was more than she could stand.
His golden eyes smoldered. "You like that idea, don't you? Say it. Say you like the idea of me taking you and making you shatter."
"I like it, Daddy. I want it. I want you to make me shatter."
She barely recognized her own voice.
"I know you do, sugar. And I'm going to deliver." He sucked on her sensitive bud and she thought she'd shatter right now. "Spread your thighs wider. You're almost ready for me. You're nice and relaxed and you're going to feel like the softest thing I've ever been in."
How did he know? By the way she could barely stay still?
Levering himself up, he straddled her and lined up with her greedy entrance. "Say it. Say you belong to me, and only me."
"I belong to you, Daddy. Only you."
"Do you want me to take you?"
She moaned. "Yes, Daddy."
This whole situation made her heart break. She was going to be a vampire prince's sugar baby from now on. His toy, until he tired of her and his family forgot about her. And all she could do was welcome him into her body and let him wreck her.
"Ready?" he cooed.
"Ready, Daddy."
When he plunged into her, it was like lightning struck. Like fire poured into her, a hot firebrand inside her. A moment of pain. She squeezed her mouth shut to keep from crying out, but his lips devoured hers, his tongue snaking in to caress and play with hers. He kissed her until she was breathless. She couldn't get enough.
Lifting his head, he said in a dark, honeyed voice, "Did I hurt you?"
"A little, Daddy."
"Poor baby. It's going to get so much better."
Flexing within her, he grinned at her gasp. "That's right. I'm in charge of your pleasure now. Let me handle this beautiful body of yours. I'm going to do things to you that will push you past all your limits."
His fingers caressed her face with her love juices. "You taste divine. You feel like heaven. And it'll only get better. That's a promise. Are you going to let me control your pleasure?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"That's right." He kissed her forehead, exquisitely gentle, and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs against her buds. "Gorgeous breasts. You're so soft and perfect and mine."
She couldn't bear it. The pleasure was too intense, heightened by all the adrenaline and the confused emotions and the fear. "I ... I can't ..."
"Yes, you can. I'm going to move nice and slow now. I'm going to love you for a good long time this first time. So, relax for me, sweetheart, and let me take you to paradise." He grinned down at her, his eyes simmering with lust. "Are you ready?"
He poised his fangs just above the tender skin of her neck.
Oh God, he was going to bite her!