The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

He hiked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He took her lips in a kiss as he walked out of the bathroom and into his room.

Maria wanted to know what this man’s room looked like but she’d be damned before she stopped kissing him.

She registered her back coming in contact with soft sheets-a bed-and Bran followed. It was almost like he didn’t want to let her go, like he couldn’t. His hands were everywhere on her skin, her face, hands, breasts, legs. It was amazing.

He had only two hands but he was touching her everywhere all at once and Maria thought that she would definitely go crazy from the onslaught of sensations. She felt bombarded with them

When he pulled away from her, she sat up with him and watched as he whipped his shirt over his head, baring that muscle-packed body. The minute his head was clear from it, he dove down and kissed her again. Him on his knees on the mattress, his legs on the outside of hers, and hers, between his thick thighs.

Maria wrenched her lips away from his and spread kisses across his chest, which was directly eye level with her, and Bran’s head tipped back, his jaw slack. The fact that such a simple thing as a kiss could elicit such reaction out of a man as powerful and controlled as Bran, had Maria’s desire sky-diving, and wetness pooled between her thighs.

Her hands went to his jeans and she popped the button, dragging the zipper down. She didn’t even have to go far because his erection was already straining against the jeans, struggling to eacape.

When her hand wrapped around him, the both of them sucked in breaths. Maria’s own filled with surprise and Bran’s, filled with startled pleasure.

He was hard and big and long and so fucking solid in her hand, it was unlike anything she’d ever imagined. Her fantasies couldn’t compare. Veins ran down the enormous length of him and when she felt him jerk in her hand, she almost passed out from excitement.

“Fuck,” Bran cursed, the sound sharp and pained.

She would have thought that she was hurting him had the expression on his face not been one of blissful torture-he was enjoying it too much.

Curious, she dragged her hand down the steel length up and down, then circled the head with her thumb, spreading the moisture she felt there. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip when he hissed in a breath and thrusted into her palm.

Then a thought hit her.

“Can I put it in my mouth?”

She would never have guessed that he would react that way to her question.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

He froze. Completely froze to the point that there wasn’t a part of him moving-not even his chest-then he exhaled a breath so ragged, it had to have hurt his insides, and placed his hand on her stomach, pushing her back gently, until her hand slipped from him and she was lying flat on the mattress.

“Princess, if you put your mouth on me, I wouldn’t last more than two fucking seconds.” He grated through clenched teeth, his jaws bulging as he dragged his jeans off his legs until he was finally naked in front of her.

Impossibly big, hot, hard, so fucking beautiful, and not a single fat on his body.

And that was when Maria realized that he hadn’t been wearing briefs.

Somehow, that made a small smile touch her lips.

Now naked, he settled between her legs and they went back to kissing. The skin-on-skin contact felt so bloody good, Maria considered asking him if she could sleep in his room everyday-naked-just to experience the feeling again. Forever.

His erection brushed her stomach once, twice, and when she moved against him, he brushed directly at her entrance and Maria’s eyes rolled back in her head at the exquisite feeling.

Bran’s big body shook as she did it again and again until he pressed her hips to the mattress and restricted her movement. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose what’s left of my sanity.”

“I need you,” Maria gasped, her body overheated. “Now, Bran. Now.”

The vampire king wasted no time in lifting her legs and wrapping them high on his waist. He poised at her entrance and Maria held her breath, knowing that it would sting at first before it got better.

No amount of preparation, however, could save Maria from the unfathomable pain that gripped her when he pushed the first few inches in.

Her eyes had been firmly shut to block out the pain, but she forced them open when she realized that Bran had stopped moving.

His eyes were filled with shock, surprise, doubt, as he stared down at her. “You’ve never done this before?”

Maria bit down on her lower lip, something making her chest grow tight as she shook her head.

Bran blinked. “You’re a… You’re a virgin?”

Was she supposed to tell him that beforehand?

For all Maria’s confidence, she didn’t really have any experience. And other than that boy she’d kissed when she was still a child, there had been no one else.

Her situation had made sure of that.

“Yes,” she admitted and his nostrils flared.

“I-I…” He shook his head hard. “Princess, I can’t…” He made to move away from her but she tightened her legs around him. “Maria…”

“No.”

He still looked unsure even though his erection hadn’t gone down at all. “You’re sure you want this?”

It hurt like hell, but she’d never been more sure of anything in her life. So she leaned up and brushed her lips against his. “More than anything.”

His throat bobbed on a swallow. “It’s going to hurt alot.”

Still, she whispered, “I don’t care.” and that was all the assurance he needed because he kissed her long and hard, stealing her cries of pain in that kiss as he shoved home.

Oh fuck.

Oh gods.

He was big.

He was so big, she felt every single breath he took, and breathing became hard for her.

But after a few seconds of letting her acclimate to his size, he started moving and the pain was sharp at first but eventually, it dulled to a low throb and she started enjoying it.

And Bran, this beautiful man, kept whispering words of encouragement in her ears, telling me just how beautiful he thought she was. How precious, wonderful and how she fitted him perfectly.

Soon, the pain disappeared completely and she began to move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust and lifting her lower body to meet his and they started moving as one.

Gods, she never thought this would feel so good.

When he brushed a particular spot deep inside her, a moan escaped her lips and she felt something start to unfurl low in her belly. A particular tension started to build and the only thing she could focus on, was freeing herself of it.

Finally, they came together, Bran reaching his peak before hers. Then they fell on the mattress, a heap of sweaty, satisfied, mess.

Maria couldn’t even keep her eyes open a few seconds longer and before she knew it, she was succumbing to sleep.

“Angel,” Bran murmured against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. A kiss that felt a lot like he was thanking her. She smiled softly with her eyes closed.

Sated, Maria slept.