The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

“Stop staring at me like that.”

A perfectly curved brow lifted. “Like what?”

After they had finally managed to drag themselves out of the shower-turned out Maria had not needed to seduce him much after all-he’d dried her up before drying himself. She’d wanted to do it herself but apparently, Bran was in a peculiar mood and he’d insisted on doing it.

He had wanted to dress her too, but Maria had smacked his hand away, telling him that she wasn’t disabled. She had no idea why he would want to willingly dress her when he would not be getting anything out of it, so she tried to imagine herself clothing him. Picking out his outfit and helping him wear them one by one. The amount of pleasure she got just from imagining it alone, had her wondering how much more she would get from the actual act.

She’d settled for him picking her outfit instead and Bran had walked into their shared closet-yes, they now shared a closet-with an excited glint in his eyes.

She’d laughed when he’d come out of the closet with a short bright sundress-sans panties and bra. When she’d sampled it, she saw that the spaghetti strap didn’t make for a bra, so she’d reached for panties instead but Bran had stopped her, telling her that he had deliberately not included them.

And that was how she’d found herself standing in front of the mirror in a bright blue gown with nothing underneath. It was risqué, considering that the sundress could blow up at any moment and expose her, and maybe that was what made it all the more interesting.

She flicked a hand in his general direction. “Like that.”

He had not been able to take his eyes off her ever since she’d worn the gown and if he wasn’t careful, he might really start to make her believe that she was the prettiest woman in the worlds.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Bran said as he shoved his legs into sweats. It seemed almost unbelievable, but she had never seen the man wearing one even though he had a closet full of them.

Maria huffed and sauntered over to him, loving the way his eyes stayed glued to her movements, her hips, as though he could see through the material. “You’ve been watching me. I know it.”

“You’re dressed for me,” he said simply, shrugging. “Am I not allowed to look?”

“Only if you do something for me in return.”

His eyes flashed and she knew that he was probably thinking about something sexual. If only he knew. “Something like what?”

“Smile.”

His expression shuttered and he stared at her blankly.

She reached where he was standing and rose to pull his cheeks into a forced smile. When he still continued to look at her like that, she shoved her thumb into his mouth. She didn’t know why she did it, honestly, but when he bit down on her finger, she yelled and tried to withdraw it, smacking him on the arm.

A hint of a smile touched his face but he didn’t let her finger go. He swirled his tongue around it in a bid to soothe the ache, then sucked on it. Hard.

Maria gasped at the shot of desire that fired into her, and withdrew her finger quickly, wondering how her thumb was now suddenly connected to her core.

Was that even possible?

He knew what that little action had done to her, knew that it was why she was pulling back, and he grinned wickedly, indirectly giving her the smile she’d asked for and she’d be damned if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

Those clean white teeth and the sexy fangs-she had never thought that they were sexy before, until now-showcased in his equally sexy grin.

Really, how was she supposed to handle all this hotness?

Speaking of hotness, her eyes fell to the bracelet around his upper bicep and she touched it, marvelling at the feel of it.

“What’s this?” She’d asked him in the bathroom but they’d both had way more important things on their mind.

His eyes dropped to it as though he was just now noticing it and when he looked back up at her, the playful glint in his eyes was gone and his expression was now hard, reminding her of the man he’d been before.

“It’s nothing,” he said quickly and stepped back but she followed, wrapping her hands around his neck.

Why was he suddenly tense?

Did she say anything wrong?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked with her heart in her throat.

She hated that the playful Bran was gone, and she wanted him back. If there was anything she didn’t like seeing, it was that stern look he wore. Sure, it could be hot at times, but not when he was shutting her out.

“Nothing.”

“Bran,” she refused to let him go even though he wouldn’t look at her. “Is it something I said?”

He sighed. Deep and heavy, and his shoulders went slack, the tension in his posture dissapearing.

“It’s nothing, really.”

She watched him through narrowed eyes. “Are you sure?”

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He bent and pressed a kiss to her lips. Well, it was supposed to be a quick kiss but she should have known that Bran didn’t do pecks. He slid one hand around her waist and dropped the other to her ass, grabbing it as he deepened the kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, her head swimming with desire when he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He was getting hard again; she could feel it against her stomach and if they continued like this, she would be on her back on the bed in no time.

And she couldn’t have that.

They had plans.

With great effort, she broke the kiss and turned away, breathing hard with her head against his chest. His breathing was just as laboured as hers and when he tried to kiss her again, she shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?” He scowled.

“Because,” she started, wanting to put space between them, but his hands tightened around her. She glared up at him. “You promised to show me your portraits, remember?”

“Shit,” his scowl deepened, but then he shrugged. “We can always do it another time.”

“No. Now.”

He sighed exasperatedly. “Okay, how about this? Sex now, portraits later.”

Was he serious?

She looked down and saw that yep, he was still hard. The man obviously had incredible stamina.