The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

Bran let out an ‘oomph’ from the impact of her body on his, but he was remarkably strong and only staggered back a step before recovering quickly and gripping her ass, hoisting her high on his body.

She wasted no time in wrapping her legs around him, locking them at his back and with the leverage she now had, dragging herself up and down over his growing erection.

The knot of her towel loosened and fell apart at the top which meant her breasts were now bared and her nipples dragged against the fabric of his shirt with every up and down movement she made. The sensation only made her all the more crazed and what she wanted most in that moment, was Bran’s hands on her. Her hair, breasts, everywhere.

What mattered was that he had his hands on her.

“Touch me,” she whispered against his lips, biting down on his lower lip and tugging. “Put your hands on me. Please.”

A ragged groan tore from Bran’s chest and suddenly, his head shot forward, stealing her lips in a consuming kiss, before pulling back. He looked at her-just looked-then he kissed her again, pulled back, looked at her and whispered in a voice filled with awe. “Fucking hell, Maria, you’re so beautiful, I can’t stand to look at you sometimes.”

She melted.

Actually melted into a gooey mess on the floor.

Her breath caught in her throat, butterflies took flight in her stomach, her limbs startled to tremble-her legs shook around his waist and her hands shook on his cheeks-her thoughts blanked for a minute and her entire body just went woozy.

She blinked back into focus when she felt him removing her legs from around his waist and she began to panick. No, no, no. “What are you doing?”

Her legs were jelly-like from her desire and she wasn’t really sure that they would be able to hold her up. Most importantly, she didn’t want him dropping her. But when she looked up at him and saw the intensity of his lust both in his eyes and expression, she found the strength to stand, dimly realising that the towel had dropped completely and was now pooling on the floor, around her legs.

“Let me?” His voice was like smoke, low and husky and drifting across her shoulders.

Goosebumps broke out on her skin and her nipples tightened painfully. She was naked in front of him and she should probably be shy and trying to hide her nakedness.

But this was Bran.

The same man she’d stripped in front of before. Maybe he had not been watching her at the time when she’d started stripping, but he’d damn sure been watching her when she was having her bath. Gods, she’d even touched herself in front of him. Brought herself to orgasm. He, too, had touched himself.

So, really, why should she be shy?

The emotion was nowhere to be found at the moment and Maria had absolutely no interest in searching for it.

Not when Bran seemed to be enjoying it too much. Not when he was looking at her like that-like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, the most precious gift. And he wanted to take his perfect time unwrapping it. Unwrapping her.

She forced her mind to remember his question. He’d asked her something, hadn’t he?

He’d said to let him do something. Do what?

She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but she nodded anyway. She’d let him do anything as long as he kept making her feel the way she did. As long as it made her feel good.

Bran placed a hand on her collarbone. His fingers brushed her neck and elicited a shiver from her. Her lips parted and she tipped her head back, giving him more room.

His hand was big and warm on her body and as she thought about their size difference, her body thrummed with desire. She felt a tug low in her stomach as she imagined giving herself over to him completely and letting him do what he wanted to her.

It was a fantasy she’d had more times than she could count from back when she hadn’t known him. The man in the fantasy had always been a faceless person, a ghost, but now when the fantasy came to mind, it was Bran’s face she saw.

“You’re so small,” Bran sounded gutted, like he was in pain and struggling to breathe-just like Maria. “Yet so curvy. So beautiful, so perfect for me.”

He dragged a finger across her collarbone and just when Maria was leaning into his caress, he trailed the finger over her shoulder and to the back of her, dragging it down her spine and down to her ass.

Maria trembled with lust and frustration. Lust from what he was doing to her with that faint touch, with just one finger, and frustration that he wasn’t where she needed him to be. That he wasn’t soothing the ache she felt between her legs.

“This ass, Maria…” he trailed off and she gasped when she felt him cup her, grabbing fistfuls of her ass in his palms and massaging. Maria’s head fell back to rest on his chest and that was why she felt his ragged inhale. “Princess, you have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of it. And when you wear those bright sundresses, you don’t know what they do to me, do you?”

She somehow found the strength to shake her head.

“They fucking kill me. Every single fucking day you wear them and walk around. At first, I thought you were wearing them on purpose just to taunt me, but you don’t even know the effect they have on me, do you?”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“T-they…” Her voice was scratchy and her throat was parched, her lips dry. She licked them. “They were the only things in my closet.”

Bran massaged her ass again and this time, the tip of his finger brushed her center. Quickly, then it left. Whether it was by accident or an intentional act, she didn’t know, but it had her moaning and pushing backwards against him, seeking the contact again. But it was gone.

“I’ll get you a closet full of them here as long as it means I get to watch you walk around in them,” Bran grunted, abandoning her ass and trailing that same bloody finger to her side before before he appeared in front of her. “Then these,” He was staring at her breasts, his eyes two deep pools of heat. “You have no fucking idea how terribly you tortured me with these.” He cupped one in his palm, looking like he was testing its weight, before his head dipped and he covered the nipple with his hot mouth, his eyes sliding closed with an expression like bliss on his face as he sucked on it.

Lust, unlike anything she’d ever felt before, slammed into Maria and she could keep herself up no longer. Her legs gave out completely under her and luckily, Bran had quick reflexes and he caught her before she could sink into the ground like a collapsing building.