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iamvictor-roth:

The trust at the forefront of his mind settled her, eased the genuine fear. She still wasn’t entirely sure which form of submission he wanted — a rebellious spitfire, or kneeling and humble. She let a little fear show on her face, biting at her lips, and then he was grinding against her and she couldn’t help but moan.

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.