Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
She gives a little moan, soft and unguarded, and leans forward to kiss me back, her desire unmistakable now, sweet and heady in the air between us.
“Yes,” she whispers, breath warm against my lips. “Yes—I want that. I want all of you.”
“Good girl,” I growl, my control tightening as my body responds instantly. Mine, an ancient part of me snarls—I can’t wait to claim her.
“We won’t do it right away—I need a little time to heal and prepare. But soon, I promise, I’ll bond you to me,” I tell her.
She snuggles close, fitting against me as if she was always meant to be here.
“I can’t wait.”
Neither can I.
As I hold her, I make a silent vow—to myself, to her, to whatever powers still listen.
I will not make her wait for long.
75
Jules
The air in the sex dungeon is cool—scented with leather, polished metal, and the faint, clean smell of masculine spice which makes me think of Lucian.
I’m lying on a wide, padded bench upholstered in deep crimson velvet, the soft material cool against my bare ass and thighs. My heart is drumming against my ribs, a mix of nervous anticipation and pure, liquid excitement that pools low in my belly.
The special outfit Lucian chose for me to wear during our Bonding ritual is a work of art—a black corset made of buttery-soft leather, laced so it emphasizes the curve of my waist and pushes my breasts up into the demi-cups. The cups cradle the full underswells of my breasts perfectly, but the nipples are left completely exposed, tight and sensitive in the cool air, already aching for his touch.
I have no panties on. The V between my thighs feels open, vulnerable, and my pussy is already hot and wet—ready to be filled by him.
The heavy door swings open silently, and Lucian stands there for a moment, filling the frame.
My breath catches in my throat. My Vampire Don is wearing nothing but a pair of tight black leather trousers that mold to the powerful muscles of his thighs and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, showcasing the formidable bulge of his arousal.
His chest is bare, a landscape of pale, sculpted muscle and a few silvery scars that tell the story of his past…the story of the man who is about to claim me forever. His dark eyes find me instantly, glowing with a possessive heat that makes my whole body clench with anticipation.
Oh God, I want him so much!
“Are you ready, little one?” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the stone floor and straight into my bones. “Ready for me to Bond us together completely?”
I feel my heart pounding, a wild bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, but I feel no hesitation—only utter certainty.
“Yes,” I breathe, looking up at him. “I’m ready. I’m ready to give you whatever you want—ready to give you everything.”
A slow, predatory smile touches his lips.
“Good girl,” he growls, the praise sparking a fresh wave of heat between my legs. “Then let’s get started.”
Moving with a vampire’s silent grace, he takes my hand and leads me to a sturdy, freestanding frame of dark, polished wood and gleaming steel that is shaped like a capital X. It has wide, padded cuffs for my wrists and ankles, connected by a network of adjustable straps and gleaming silver buckles. The cuffs are lined with something impossibly soft, like brushed suede. Lucian settles me against the frame. He’s leaning over me and his presence feels overwhelming, but I want more.
“Arms up, sweetheart,” he instructs, his voice gentle but leaving no room for disobedience.
I lift my arms, and he secures the wide cuff around my left wrist, buckling it snugly but not painfully. He does the same with my right, then attaches the wrist straps to corresponding rings on the overhead bar.
Then he moves to my ankles, kneeling before me.
The sight of him there, between my spread legs, his face so close to my exposed pussy, makes me bite my lip. He fastens the ankle cuffs with the same care, then connects them to rings on the lower parts of the X, spreading my legs wide.
Finally, he adjusts a final strap that goes around my waist, connecting to the frame at the small of my back, offering support so my weight isn’t solely on my limbs. I am suspended and completely open—displayed for him like some kind of pagan offering. I’ve never felt so helpless…or so hot.
He stands and leans close to me, his bare chest just inches from my face. He strokes my cheek with the backs of his knuckles, his touch infinitely tender.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks again, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Ready to have me in you? All of me?”
The directness and the raw ownership in his tone, sends a jolt straight to my center.