“Well, if it’s the perfect size and doesn’t do that weird curved up thing, I wouldn’t have wasted it.”
Winking at him as the rum took hold of me, I realised I hadn’t eaten since that morning, and clearly it was working more effectively. I had thought many times about his cock, and what it looked like, especially when I saw him in his joggers, and it almost begged me to take a peek.
“Now is not the time to get me thinking about you and my cock together. We are in great peril.”
“Great peril? Shut the hell up, we are clearly stuck in this room until they say so. But fine, if you want us to change the subject we can, you wimp.”
He laughed a little under his breath and then finished his glass before placing it back down on the table, not refilling it. Standing up, he stood in front of me, placing his hands on either side of my chair and leaned in, his face inches away from mine and a coy smile crept across his face.
“I am anything but a wimp.” He growled, “And if you are that desperate to see, please be my guest.”
He was teasing me and the part of me that despised him, shouted at me to push him away, punch him in the face for even suggesting anything, but then again, that other part was begging me to tear off his clothes as well as my own, and let him have his way with me.
The butterflies in my stomach flipped, and a heat started to grow in me. He was right, now was not the time to be thinking about our naked bodies pressed up against each other, our bodies joining together in this heat, and an endless passion destroying this room in the process.
Leaning forward then, my lips brushed against his, and I could almost see the sparks that flew between them.
“I think making you wait will be best.”
As I moved back, his hand was in my hair, pulling my head back slightly, and exposing my neck. He breathed in my scent, lightly kissing my skin, then nipping at it with his teeth, and a part of me demanded to break free, to let him do whatever he wished.
I didn’t pull away, despite it being a terrible time and idea to even contemplate. They wanted us to finish this bonding, and as much as my body ached for it and no doubt he did too, I never did as I was told and I would be damned if I completed this ritual.
“I think it's best if you get some sleep.”
His voice was slightly breathless and filled with hunger as he came up to meet my eyes, brushing his lips against mine, and then kissing them softly. Although we were filled with endless wanting, and I was using every ounce of control I had left, he pulled away and left me, taking his seat back next to me with the smuggest look on his face.
“Asshole.” I uttered under my breath, leaving him to sit on the bed and get somewhat comfortable as I tried to calm my intense nerves.
* * *
I wasn’t toosure when he eventually joined me in bed, I had not realised I had fallen asleep so his sudden appearance next to me surprised me, jolting me awake. His sigh was enough to make me roll over and lie on my back, keeping my eyes closed with my arms across my chest, slightly unhappy that he had woken me up.
“You’ve been asleep for hours.” He sounded disappointed.
“I would still be asleep if it wasn’t for you jumping on the bed and breathing so loud.”
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I tried to drift back off but of course, sleep had already left and wasn’t coming back no matter how much I begged.
“Apologies, but we need to come up with a plan on how the fuck we are getting out of here.”
“Honestly, I don’t see that happening.”
“You can’t be serious? The great Van Helsing daughter giving up?!”
“I am not giving up, Darius, I just don’t see the point of escaping out of this room when in most likely a few hours we will have a better advantage outside.”
“Hmmm, good thinking. I wouldn’t have been able to come up with that.”
“No, because you are a mindless man who only thinks with his cock.”
“Ahh, again my cock has been brought up.”
Rolling away and onto my side, I sighed as I wasn’t having this conversation again. I was right in my statement as he instantly changed the subject to the thing that was clearly in control. Leaning over me, he brought his face to my ear, he whispered softly.
“Admit it, you want me.”
And then my instincts took over, flipping him over. I straddled him, pinning his hands above his head and his eyes darkened with lust.