The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

Elizabeth made to touch him again and Bran shook his head while stepping back. “I’ll see you in the living room tomorrow for our discussion.” With those words, he turned away from Elizabeth and made his way over to Maria. Maria, who had just been about to hightail it out of there as fast as she could.

Oh, he was finally coming to her, was he?

How generous of him to bestow the leftovers of his attention on her. How proud he must be of himself that he had somehow managed to fool her into believing she was the only one.

But then she looked at him-really looked-and saw the fierce expression on his face as he stalked towards her, all shinning and rippling muscles, his gait sure and sensual. Perhaps Maria should be falling to her knees in gratitude that he had even decided to acknowledge her in front of-

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, so please don’t bite my tongue off for this,” he breathed when he reached her and Maria was struggling to make sense of the words when he slid one hand around her nape, cupping it, then wrapped the other one around her waist, yanked her the remaining distance to him, then sealed his lips over hers, stealing what remained of her breath and her sanity.

The first thing that came into her head was to push him away, maybe even slap him for daring to kiss her after ignoring her so thoroughly in front of his ex-lover, yet then her entire being seemed to freeze as she registered what was happening.

He was kissing her in front of his ex. Making a statement to the woman that he was hers and hers alone.

There would be no mistaking it after today.

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Gratitude and love-fuc, yes, love-filled Maria’s heart and she slipped her hands around Bran’s neck, kissing him back.

Bran exhaled in relief and his whole body relaxed. Had he been worried that she would push him away? What woman could do such a thing to a man who was making her feel like the most treasured woman in the worlds?

Definitely not her, that was who.

Her glamour fell as she moaned into the kiss, pouring her heart into it. All the words she couldn’t tell him right now, the ones she would probably never be able to say and even the one that was singing in her heart, terrifying her as much as it exhilarated her. She told him everything in the kiss and she heard his response. Felt it as much as she heard it.

A throat cleared behind them.

It was Elizabeth and she had to be very angry and irritated that they were kissing in front of her, that they were disregarding her.

But, fuck, it felt so good.

Maria was surprised that Bran too didn’t even so much as turn to look at the woman. If anything, he deepened the kiss even more, desire soaring inside her as he dipped his hand to her ass, farther down to the hem of her gown, then lifted it.

Cool air brushed Maria’s backside as it was exposed, and was it crazy that knowing that his ex was there and watching them made it just that much more hotter?

Seriously, she had never been this desperate to have Bran inside her.

Pushing back against his exploring hand, thereby encouraging him, Maria chased Bran’s tongue back into his mouth, dominating the kiss from over a foot under. It was hot as hell.

“I need you so bad,” Bran grunted against her lips as he slipped his hand into her panties and pressed a finger inside her, hissing when he felt how wet she was. “So fucking bad.”

A shiver racked Maria’s frame, and she transferred all weight from her body onto his when she leaned against him. “Get us out of here. If I don’t have you inside me soon, I’m going to combust.”

With a pained laugh and a nip to the side of her lips, Bran traced them away from the land and into their room. Away from his ex. Maria couldn’t even feel bad for her if she tried to. Elizabeth would find her way back. Alone.

The moment they appeared in the room, Maria stayed put to adjust to her surroundings-she was starting to get used to tracing-and the moment she did, she pushed Bran onto the bed and climbed in after him, straddling his hips.

She was in the mood to be on top and thankfully, Bran didn’t object.

He gripped her on her waist and made to move her up until she sat on his face, but she smacked his hands away. She loved it, but she loved the feeling of him inside her more and right now, that was what she wanted.

“No foreplay,” she whispered desperately. “I just want you inside me.”

Hell, how could Bran merely giving himself to her in front of his ex make her this horny? Was that even normal?

“Fuck yes,” Bran grunted and Maria lifted her weight off him so that he could push his pants past his erection. “Anything you want.”

She didn’t let him take his sweatpants off completely. She didn’t even have the time to take her gown off.

She simply lifted it, pushed her panties to the side and positioned herself, her mouth falling open as she impaled herself on his hard, throbbing length.

A mewl escaped her lips. Gods, he was so big. And fuck yes, this was what she craved. Him big, thick and long inside her, rubbing against her walls with every movement.

It was like she was reminded anew of his size everytime.

Bracing her hands on his chest, she rode him, chasing her pleasure. The filthy words he grunted in her ears had her tightening around him ever so often, and that too, had him nearing his release quicker than he wanted to.

When she came, he flipped her over onto her back and then started to fuck her in those long, hard stroked that she loved so much.

Soon, she was coming again and her second orgasm triggered his.

“F-f-fuck, you’re squeezing me s-so tightly,” he stammered before he gave one sharp thrust, filling her with his come.

Spent, he collapsed on top of her and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting them to stay that way with him still inside of her.

He was big and heavy and felt like he was crushing her, but she loved it. She loved having his weight on top of her, his head resting on her breasts.

Soon, he fell asleep, and in no time, Maria’s eyes too, started to grow heavy.

They had a lot to talk about. She needed to ask him about his mate and the situation with Elizabeth, but he was sleeping and she, too, was sleepy.

No worries. She would ask him when they woke up.

After telling herself that, she let sleep take her.