His kiss crashes against my lips, consuming me.
There is nothing holding Xavier back in the way he devours me. His mouth is hungry, claiming.
I whimper slightly, melting into the warmth of his body on mine. My fingers clutch the lapels of his black velvet coat as if he is the only thing keeping me standing. He deepens his kiss with a low growl, parting my lips gently as he teases me with his tongue.
I moan into his mouth, feeling the hardness of his body up against mine.
The mirror behind me is cool against my back, a stark contrast to the fire inside of me.
"I should take my time," he whispers as his lips slightly pull away from mine, teasing my cheek once more. Then my jaw, as the gentle touch of his fingers raises my chin until I am looking deeply into his eyes. "But I've been thinking about this, about you, for far too long."
I tremble as he trails kisses down my neck, his fangs grazing my skin without piercing.
He gathers me into his arms as my feet leave the floor. I catch my breath as he carries me to my bed. He sets me down with a gentle firmness.
"Lie back, little rose," he commands, his voice velvety wrapped around steel.
I do as he says, reclining against the pillows, heart jumping out of my chest.
He reaches into his coat and pulls out rope. Xavier leans over me, brushing his finger over my lips, as his gaze softens as he looks desirably into my eyes.
"Trust me?" He asks softly.
His silver eyes turn crimson as they glow more red with each passing second. It feels dangerous yet safe at the same time. For a moment, he isn't the Grand Duke, just a man asking for my surrender.
"Yes," I whisper back.
He moves with patience as he continues to tease me while he ties my wrists to the headboard. The ropes are silk, not too tight. Each knot is followed by a kiss to my inner wrist. He leans back to admire me, bound and panting beneath him. A dark smile curves his lips.
"Look at you," he says, taking off his coat slowly, "My beautiful little slave. My prize."
I gasp as he unbuttons his shirt and takes it off. A sculpted chest. Broad shoulders. His skin pale but flawless. His muscles toned and defined. The lower my eyes go, the more the tingling sensation within me becomes stronger.
My thighs squeeze together involuntarily. He notices and smirks.
"Oh, you're already ready for me," he says, crawling onto the bed fully on top of me like a predator. "Let's see how much I can break you."
He pulls the neckline of my gown down, exposing my breasts. His mouth closes over one nipple, sucking gently before teasing it with his tongue. My back arches, the ropes tugging at my wrists as I am unable to move them.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I am asking for.
He moves lower, slowly, kissing his way down to my belly until he reaches the slit in my gown. In one smooth motion, he parts it fully, revealing my shaking thighs and a slick heat between them.
His eyes darken at the sight of it.
"You're perfect," he says, spreading my legs. "And mine. Only mine."
The first lick of his tongue over my folds makes me want to cover my mouth to prevent the unholy sounds coming out. My hips jerk slightly, but he pins them down with strong hands, forcing me to take it all.
He goes at it like a starving man. He is slow at first, teasing me with lazy strokes, then faster, deeper, his tongue circling my clit until I'm trembling on edge. When he sucks it into his mouth and moans, the vibration sends me over the edge.
I break.
Waves of euphoria wash over me as I moan his name out loud. He isn't finished yet.
"Not yet," he whispers in my ear, "I want you wrung out, begging for more."
He kisses me again on my lips.
Then I feel it. His hard length pressing against my entrance.
"You going to take it like a good girl?" he growls as I feel him resisting himself from entering.
"Yes, Master," I reply back as he pushes in slow, stretching me inch by inch.
I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness, of being completely possessed.
"Too much, baby?" he asks as he holds still for a moment.
"No," I pant. "Don't stop."
His eyes flare up with something primal, and then he begins to move. Slow, punishing thrusts that make the ropes creak. Each time he drives into me with so much passion, I see stars.
He leans down further on top of me, lips brushing my ear as his hand keeps me pinned down onto my bed, my wrists still tied to the headboard. "You like this. Being tied. Being used for my sole pleasure."
My cheeks burn, but I don't deny what he says.
I feel his hand slide beneath me.
Smack.
I yelp as he spanks me, sharp and sudden.
The pain melts into pleasure, causing me to moan even more.
"I want you ruined for only myself," he hisses as he pounds into me with a gentle roughness. "You'll never be able to think of another man with my cock inside you."
"Yes! Xavier, please!" I shout, lost in the moment.
He growls something I can't make out. His hips snap forward as he grabs my face and kisses me hard. My second orgasm tears through me like wildfire. My legs wrap around his waist by themselves as I feel him spilling inside of me.
For a long moment, the world is silent except for our heavy breathing.
He gently unties me. My wrists are red but unhurt. Xavier kisses each one, and then wraps me in his arms, pulling the blankets over us. I curl up against his chest. His scent: leather, woodsmoke, etc. wraps around me like a shield. His hand caresses my hair.
"I could've broken you," he whispers. "But you let me in instead. Thank you."
I press a kiss to his collarbone. "You make me feel safe, even when I have no idea what's going on inside your mind."
His chuckle is quiet.
"We can find out together." He holds me tighter. It makes me feel like he wouldn't let another vampire harm me or even come close to me. For once in my life, I feel completely safe.
My eyes close as I fall asleep in his arms.