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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.”

Victor hummed, tasting a bit of her blood, the taste and scent sending a rush through him. “You may touch me now.” He licked at the wound, knowing how tender it would be, and knowing that the slightest stimulation would still send jolts through her spine. “Do you like that Summer?”

“God, Victor.” Every limb trembled just under the rush from the bite; she hadn’t even climaxed yet. “Please, oh god, please.” Wrists still linked, she hooked her arms over his head, burying her fingers in his hair.

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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.”

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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.

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.

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iamthefirechild:

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” ‘Gainst a wall, thoroughly tormented. Then…” He paused a moment to lick over and soothe the light marks his fangs had left, “perhaps we’ll go to the bed.”

“Tormented? Are you going to try to make me beg?” She threw her head back, forgetting the wall was there, and hit her skull. The shock of pain made her eyes cross for a moment. “How do you plan to torment me?”

Victor quirked an eyebrow at her. “I do not try, Summer, I do.” He stepped back from her and pulled the straps from her shoulders so that he could have complete access to her shoulders. One of his hands dipped inside of her garment, kneading and weighing one of her breasts. He had his mouth at her neck, walking the fine line between applying just enough pressure and puncturing her skin. He wasn’t going to go there yet. While his hands continued their examination he moved his mouth to her lips and jaw, not caring much for tenderness, and only exerting his pure need. Victor pinned her lace-cuffed wrists to the wall with one hand then murmured in her ear, “Any way I see fit.”

She’d never really experienced how strong he was. A little more fear twined her insides. She breathed harder, trying to control it. Almost involuntarily, she tried to pull her hands away, tried to duck under his arm and escape. The chain between her wrists wasn’t really strong enough to withstand a determined pull, but his hand eliminated any chance of escape. ”You’re not going to tell me?”

Victor read the signs of fear and while outwardly his demeanor hadn’t changed he willed her a silent wave of trust as reassurance. He paused a moment then, giving her a moment before continuing. The hand that had been playing with her breast stopped then moved down to her thigh, his fingers exploring the garters, loving them, before he pulled her leg up so that her calf was against his lower back. He ground his hips against hers, enjoying the friction and view of this new open position.

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.

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She shuddered, a little fear stroking up her spine. “What way is that?”

” ‘Gainst a wall, thoroughly tormented. Then…” He paused a moment to lick over and soothe the light marks his fangs had left, “perhaps we’ll go to the bed.”

“Tormented? Are you going to try to make me beg?” She threw her head back, forgetting the wall was there, and hit her skull. The shock of pain made her eyes cross for a moment. “How do you plan to torment me?”