A smug smile twisted his lips and he soothed her neck again with his tongue. “Don’t move,” he said as he moved away from her, and crouched in front of her. His fingers traced over her garters, then undid them. Normally he enjoyed a fiery spirit in his partners but right now, right now he wanted complete obedience. He tongued her through her panties, rocking back on his heels.
She really wanted to hold on to his shoulders, but he’d said not to move, so she didn’t. She couldn’t keep silent, though; it was amazing how just wearing certain things could change the way you reacted to things. He wasn’t even really doing much — and then his hot breath was at her panties, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
He inhaled sharply, taking in her scent, privately delighting in the way she had sucked in a breath. He retracted his fangs and moved her panties to the side with his fingers before sliding them through her slick folds. Roughly, he yanked down her stockings and let her underwear settle at one of her feet. Then his tongue was on her. He licked over her clit and fucked her roughly with his fingers, his emotions all primal.
He licked and sucked at her, going at a teasing pace, purposefully not giving her as much as she needed to get off. Suddenly, he wanted her on the bed. So without further warning, he took her in his arms and put her down on the bed. Victor unfastened the tie he had been wearing and unbuttoned his shirt as he went to her.
Not moving while his hands and mouth were all over, teasing, pleasing, had to be one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She wanted to push him flat and kiss him until they were both dizzy from lack of air, rake her nails down his back — “Please, Victor,” she whimpered. When he pulled her onto the bed, she couldn’t stop herself reaching down to finish what he’d started.
A snarl erupted from him. “I told you not to move.” His fangs were back and he brushed her hand away, gripping it, somewhat roughly, and bringing it above her head. He brought her other hand up and he pinned her there. Victor leaned into her, his erection grinding into her through his jeans. He stared her hard in the eyes, silently telling her to stay put then he moved back and quickly rid himself of his clothes before he returned to her. His left hand resumed its place at her wrists and he entered her, setting a harsh pace.
The feel of her around him was amazing and the predator side of him relished the control he had. Without thinking much on it, he bent to her neck and bit her. He knew the effects. A euphoria, a little pain, a lot of pleasure.
Summer actually yelped a little when he snarled. It wasn’t fear so much as shock at the sheer unexpectedness of it. She went completely limp the moment he touched her wrists, offering an apologetic glance, though she also shared a bubble of laughter with him. /Knowing/, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was not going to purposely hurt her made it oddly exciting, and she cried out when he took her.
She yelped again when he bit her, though, because although she knew he was a vampire, she knew he could not turn her, she /knew/ he was in predator mode, it was still genuinely painful at first. Then the endorphins rolled over her, and she arched into him, panting. “Oh, oh, oh god Victor.”