“What about what I want?” she cried out between strained, panting breaths.
Hetsked.“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to turn off the fucking vibrator!”
“All you have to tell me is stop,” he reminded her in that same patient voice. “That’s all you ever have to say.”
He waited, expression clear of any real feeling. It was important he never influence her to go one way or another. She had to know that ultimately giving her trust to him meant she actually held all the power. That power couldn’t be undermined by fear of his reaction or even the desire to please him.
If ever it became too much for her, there would never be any judgment or disappointment — only the joy that came with knowing she understood how much power she had.
Francesca didn’t tell him to stop. She let loose a terrific impression of a vampire’s growl and threw her head back into the pillows.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, hitting the button again.
Even a swallowed scream seemed loud in the tiny apartment. Francesca contorted her upper body until she could press her face into a pillow. Another scream erupted, slightly more muffled than the first, as she bit down hard.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll turn the intensity down one level,” he promised.
Speaking into the pillow, she said, “I want a?—”
“No,” he interrupted. “I want to look in your eyes.”
Francesca groaned. Releasing the pillow, she peered at him with eyes gone big and liquid with reflexive tears. “I want toknow you better. The real you. Not this playboy joker act you put on for everyone else, and—ah!Not the weird domesticated version of you that you’ve tried feeding me. I wantLuis.All of him.”
He released her thigh. Unzipping the torture device that was his fly, he warned her, “You already have all of me, kitten. You’ve just got to let me in.” His other hand pressed the button twice in a row, lowering the intensity. “Now tell me what else.”
Francesca’s throat moved with a hard swallow. The golden glow from a street lamp outside her window caught in the sweat covering her body, turning it into liquid gold.
“I think I hate the penthouse,” she admitted in a raw, scratchy voice. “I know it’s petty but I don’t like knowing you’ve slept with so many other women there.”
He bit back a hiss as he freed his heavy cock from his briefs at last. Giving it a firm squeeze at the base to take some of the edge off, he grunted, “Done. You pick our house. What else?”
He didn’t give a shit about the penthouse anyway. The only reason he kept it as long as he did was because it was where she walked into his life. And it wasn’t like he could blame her for her discomfort. He wouldn’t have taken it well if the situation were reversed.
Another short, painful orgasm ripped through her and raised her round hips off the ground.“Ah, Luis!You didn’t— You said you’dlowerit!”
“Didn’t,” he denied, holding the vibrator steady despite the slippery surface and all her writhing. “That was for the first round. You want more, you’ve got to give me more.”
“You aresuchan asshole,” she growled, kicking out at him with one bare foot.
Luis caught her ankle. Giving the delicate bone a kiss, he warned her, “Now is not the time to be a bad girl. We haven’t even hit the highest intensity yet.”
Francesca jerked her leg back like it’d been burned. “Fine,” she whined. “I want monogamy. Only you for me and me for you.”
“That one’s easy.” He lowered the intensity down to level one. “I only need or want one anchor, Frankie, and once you’ve got my venom, there won’t be anyone else for you, either.”
She flashed him a look that madenotbiting her nearly impossible. “No vampire, you mean.”
Luis turned off the vibrator. Tossing it aside, he climbed over her until his cock dragged against the slick, fluttering entrance of her body. Bracing his forearms over her head, he lowered his face to hers.
“No one,” he snarled, reaching down to press his cockhead against that hungry ring of muscle. “You’remine.Venom or no venom.”
Francesca spread her legs, welcoming him home. “What if you change your mind?”
“I guess I have twenty-nine days to prove to you I won’t,” he answered, slowly pressing forward.
Her cunt, sensitized from three consecutive orgasms, spasmed around him as he moved, inch by inch, into the hot well of her body. She made a soft, surprised sound, her lips popping open even as her eyes closed. It was a tight fit but she didn’t complain or tense up. Her body was completely relaxed under his, accepting his girth like it was made for him.