The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Those two words were the only things that kept repeating in Maria’s head as the vampire slanted his lips over hers in a dominating kiss. There was no other word she could think of describe the way he was kissing her, but dominating.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage as dimly, she realised that this was the vampire kissing her. Her captor. So many times had she wondered what it would be like to feel those firm pink lips on hers, to have them touching any part of her body at all, and now that he was kissing her…

Gods, now that he was kissing her, she was just sitting there, frozen from shock, from the switch in events seeing as they had just been arguing a few seconds ago, and finally, doubt. Doubt that this was actually happening.

She hd reason to doubt, didn’t she? The man barely tolerated her, ignoring her when she asked questions and barking at her when he was in a peculiar mood to answer-which was rarely. And again, they had been fighting just a second ago; why would he be kissing her?

When her brain finally caught up with her body, she moaned into the kiss, her body going limp beside his.

She wanted more. This wasn’t doing it for her at all. She wanted to feel his body against hers as they kissed.

And that was exactly what she did.

Without breaking the kiss, she moved until she was climbing on top of him and straddling him in his seated position. She felt his groan more than heard because their lips were still connected and he’d groaned into her mouth. Immediately she was on top of him, his hands came down on her waist and gripped her, his long fingers spanning the length of her waist completely.

She was so small, and gods, he was so big.

She lifted her hands and placed them on both sides of his chin as she finally kissed him back, opening her mouth and shoving her tongue against the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. He groaned as he left her in and her tongue immediately searched for his, the two meeting and tangling in a slow sensual dance.

Maria was burning up. She was burning up and losing her freaking mind over a kiss.

But what a kiss it was.

She’d never been kissed like this. She wasn’t really as experienced as she liked to make people believe. For all the fooling around she did, she’d never done a full blown makeup session with a guy. Mostly because she’d never had the time to.

When she’d been much younger, there was this sorcerer she’d had a crush on and she used to sneak out of the palace to go see him and they would share innocent, chaste kisses back where people would never run into them. When they’d started to grow older, the kisses had become more exploring, more… something.

But they’d never gotten as far as copping feels or making it to second base because then Ariti had turned into a monster and he’d taken her mother away from her, forcing Maria to live a life she didn’t want to live. A life she’d never thought she would live.

Anyway, all that was a story for another day. She had better things to think about at the moment. One of them being the vampire’s lips on hers.

He gave her waist a squeeze before his hands slid down to her ass and grabbed. Her mouth left his as she moaned-the same time he groaned and squeezed her ass again.

Was he an ass man?

Her lips moved from his lips to his jaw, leaving small kisses on it and loving the way the little hard hairs brushed against her lips, before moving lower and catering kisses on his neck. Wet, open-mouthed kisses that had him thrusting upward into her at the same time he wrenched her down on him. Out of breath, she ground down on him, moving on his lap as she shoved her face into his neck, kissing it like she would, his mouth.

When he groaned and a full body shiver moved through him, she paused, then gave his neck a long, wet lick with her tongue and she watched in awe as he moaned and forced her head away, bringing her lips back to his.

He swallowed the sound of surprise she made and even as clouded as her head was, she shelved what she’d discovered for later. The vampire’s neck was his weak point. All she needed to do was kiss him there and he was putty in her arms.

That was why he’d wrenched her away. He didn’t want her to make him any weaker than he already was.

Her hands slid down and she ran them over the rock hard muscles she’d known were there, but never seen them once. They were evident from the shirts he wore, but she’d always wanted to see them, to feel them, trace them with her fingers-and her tongue. But she’d never had the opportunity.

Now that she did, she was going to take full advantage of it.

Her dragged her right hand low, until she reached the hem of his shirt and went underneath. The moment her hand made contact with his skin, he jerked, causing her to jerk along with him. She dragged her nails along the ridges on his abdomen that she could feel quite clearly, scraping the skin a little.

She shoved her hands far under his shirt until she had them on his chest. Her pinkie grazed his nipple and she heard him mutter, “Fuck”, before his hands flew from her ass and landed on her breasts, palming them through the material. It was almost like he’d completely forgotten she had boobs the moment he placed his hands on her ass. He really was an ass man.

Her lips parted and she threw her head back on a moan when the pads of his thumbs brushed her nipples. This time, when he did it again, there was no material between them and she dimly realised that he had shoved his hands under her shirt.

Knowing that he had that big hand on her skin without any barrier between them whatsoever… Knowing that he had those big, slightly tan hands on her medium sized breasts-although they would appear small when covered with his hands-was too much for her to bear.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She grew wetter.

When she was finally able to force her eyes open, she saw that he was watching her intensely and the grey of his eyes were now a a stark black. It amazed more than terrified her, which was why she wasn’t halfway across the bed and was still sitting on his laps.

Maria knew that her eyes flashed silver with intense emotion-as all of the Sorceri usually did-and he must have seen it because she was feeling a truckload of lust in that moment-the silver might even still be there at that moment. But she didn’t know that vampire’s eyes flashed black from strong emotion. In all honesty, she didn’t know much about other factions because she wasn’t that exposed.

Surprisingly, she found the blacks of his eyes so hot that it sent another rush of desire to her core.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunted, the words sounding as if they’d been pulled forcefully from his throat and he wasn’t happy that he’d said them in the least.

A grin formed on her lips. “I think you’re hot too.”

He stared at her through hooded eyes, his hands, almost absently, falling to her ass. Her incessant grinding on him had caused the shirt to ride up and now her ass was bared, so this time, his hands gripped the flesh and the feeling must have heightened for him too because a husky groan fell from his lips as he massaged the flesh.

She caught him by surprise when she shot forward suddenly and caught his lips, wasting no time in shoving her tongue into his mouth. He fucked her mouth like he would her body, and it was such a heady feeling that found herself totally lost in the kiss.

Which was why she only tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth longer than it should have taken her to.

When she did, she wrenched away from him, and found him swiping his tongue along her lower lip, no doubt tasting her blood. It took a while for her hazy thoughts to clear long enough for her to understand what had happened.

He’d nicked her with his fang!

He’d tasted her blood!

She clambered out of his lap, damn near falling in her haste to get away from him.

“W-w-what was that?” She knew that it wasn’t his fault. They’d both been so lost in the kiss and he hadn’t known when his fang had punctured her lower lip. She handy known either. It would be hypocritical to put the blame on him.

What she hadn’t expected him to do, was to drag his tongue along his lips slowly, saying, “Not so cold, was I?”

She stared at him blankly for a whole minute, her thoughts still slow. Then finally, she remembered her comment about him being cold and dead. She hadn’t meant that. She’d only said it because she was angry and well, she’d heard some sorcerers say that vampires had naturally cold skin.

Right. This had all been him proving something to her.

Fuck, she was so stupid. And angrily, she realised that he had been right.

His skin actually was the furthest thing from cold.