Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3) (16 page)

Trusting him.

Antoine slowly raised his hips and then eased back into her mouth, setting a pace that wouldn’t hurt her but would have him coming undone before long. She moaned with each deep thrust of his cock, throat vibrating against the sensitive head, and he groaned with her, breathless and lost to the sensations. He tried to keep his movements steady and gentle, but faltered at times. She groaned whenever he thrust deeper and it was hard to resist the urge to keep that rougher pace rather than return to a softer one.

He stared down at her. The sight of her beneath him, eyes closed as she sucked his cock and grasped the chains of her restraints, added to the potent pleasure flowing in his blood. The occasional scrape of her teeth over his length tore deep rumbling groans from him and had him closing his eyes and hanging his head, shaking all over and his breath trembling as he fucked her pretty mouth.

His hands shook against the headboard, claws puncturing the black wood, and he pumped into her, backside tensing with each slow careful thrust.

He couldn’t take any more.

His balls tightened, drawing up, and he groaned. “Sera.”

He jerked to a halt and the heat in his blood burst into flames that engulfed him, sending hot sparks skittering over his skin. The rush of his seed leaving him, the thought of it filling Sera’s mouth as she swallowed around him, had him crying out her name and collapsing into the headboard. He struggled to hold himself above her, weak from his climax, hazy with it and the gentle way that Sera lapped at him.

Antoine rolled to one side, landing on the mattress with his back against her arm and breathed hard to gather himself. His cock twitched, still hard and aching for more. Aching for Sera. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had pumped his seed into her, claiming her in the most primal of ways.

She gasped when he shifted between her legs, nothing more than a flash of cold air, hooked her knees over his shoulders and plunged his cock into her slick core.

“Antoine,” she moaned as he slowly withdrew, letting her feel the full length of him and what she did to him.

He wanted to be gentle with her but he couldn’t. The need to claim her was too fierce. He grasped her hips, buried his face against her knee and thrust into her, long and deep, rough and fast. She curled her pelvis and hooked her feet around his neck. Antoine growled. His beautifully wicked girl.

She moaned with each hard plunge of his body into hers, quivering beneath him, tempting him to surrender completely to his true nature. He could claim more than her body.

He could claim all of her.

His eyes flicked open. Her pale slender neck was within easy reach if he thrust a little deeper. She cried out when he did, burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, and her legs fell down his arms again, freeing him and allowing him to reach her throat. He leaned over her, hands planted either side of her breasts, gaze locked on the pulse flickering just above her left collarbone. He drove into her, grunting with each meeting of their hips, possessing her just as he had wanted.

“Please, Antoine,” she whispered and he was lost in her, in the feel of her body straining against his, their sweat sticking their skin together as he pumped her, pushing her towards another climax.

He would make this one the best she had ever had.

He would ruin her to all others.

Antoine’s lips peeled back off his fangs and he stared at her throat, thrust harder and faster into her, savouring her moans and breathy sighs, waiting for the right moment.

She clenched him, her body squeezing and releasing, driving him on. She was made for him. Whether it would be as his downfall or as his saviour was yet to be seen, but she was made for him.

He growled and pumped her deeper, hips pistoning, his grunts a dark sound compared with her softer moans.

“Antoine,” she murmured and thrashed her head away from him, the muscles in her arms straining as she pulled on her restraints. “Yes... oh, yes.”

Antoine sucked in a deep breath and sank his fangs hard into her throat at the same moment as his cock thrust to the hilt inside her.

Sera screamed his name at the top of her lungs, the sound like Heaven to his ears, and her body tensed and then exploded into a wild throbbing around him, discordant to the pulses and tremors of his own orgasm. He drank deeply as he spilled himself inside her, claiming all of her. She belonged to him now. Her bliss ran through the connection between them and he knew she would feel his own as their minds joined. Tiny pinpricks of glowing light, a dazzling array of colours, punctured the usual darkness of his mind and grew to illuminate the endless gloom.

Antoine slowed his drinking and frowned.

He hadn’t lost control.

He sealed the cuts with a sweep of his tongue and then drew back and looked down at Sera. She opened her beautiful green eyes, her breathing rough and fast. He stroked her cheek and she met his gaze, hers full of so much affection and warmth. He knew the depth of her feelings. He could see them in her eyes, her heart on display, and feel them in her blood and they didn’t frighten him. They flattered him, humbled him. He had promised that he would never hurt her and she had trusted him even when he had feared that he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.

He had though.

Her deep growing affection for him, the warmth she showed to him in every action, every kiss and smile she gave to him, had given him the strength he needed.

He had subdued his darker side and kept it at bay without even trying.

Antoine lowered his mouth to kiss her.

“Can you take these off now?” Sera rattled the chains.

He had forgotten about them.

“Are they hurting you?” He inspected one of her wrists, running his thumb over the smooth unmarked skin.

“No.”

Antoine looked back at her and she smiled wickedly.

“I just want to use them on you now.”

Antoine grinned and undid her wrist.

Devil, he could go along with that.

S
era was gentle as she settled her palm against his bare chest. Antoine followed her silent instruction, kneeling back on the bed as she rose towards him. She curled her legs around beside her, tucking her feet beneath her bottom, and stroked a line down his chest. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, heart pounding against her palm, nerves rising.

Snow reacted violently whenever Antoine set restraints on him. Antoine wasn’t sure how he would react when Sera closed the heavy steel and leather cuffs around his wrists and secured him to the bed. He refused to listen to the fear at the back of his mind, the whispered poisonous words that said he would react as violently as Snow did and would hurt her.

He wouldn’t.

She had made herself vulnerable in order to show him the depth of her trust and her belief in him, and he wanted to do the same for her.

What if he did have an adverse reaction though? The black carved wooden pillars of his four-poster bed would snap like tinder if he used all of his strength on them. He would easily escape.

“You don’t have to do this,” Sera whispered and ran her fingers over his chest, her eyes soft with understanding and concern. A hint of desire remained in them though. She liked the thought of tying him up, and Devil he liked it too.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to be chained and restrained. He wanted to give over control to someone else.

“I do.” Antoine leaned in, snaked his right hand around the back of Sera’s head, tunnelling his fingers into her hair, and drew her to him. His gaze dropped to her mouth and his heart thudded, a heavy beat that rocked him and made his breath shudder. He closed his eyes, claimed her sweet lips and kissed her as softly as he could manage. When she leaned into the kiss, he pulled away and stared down at her. Her eyelids lifted, revealing deep green irises and wide aroused pupils. “I want to do this.”

She nodded, shifted her hand to his cheek and stroked it, her touch as soft as feathers and teasing his senses. Would she be that gentle with him when she had him chained and at her mercy? Sweet Hell, he hoped that she was. He enjoyed the times when they were rough and wicked with each other, but it was the times when they were gentle and tender that reached right down to his soul and deeply affected him.

“Lie down,” Sera husked, the vixen in her surfacing. Her smile was wicked as he obeyed and sprawled out on his back on the red covers, his head on the pillows.

Antoine drew in a deep steadying breath and stretched his arms across the pillows. His heart continued to pound, blood rushing as his gaze followed Sera’s every move. She knelt next to his right arm, carefully lifted his wrist and placed it in the cradle of the cuff. He inhaled another deep breath as she closed the cuff around his wrist. It fit snugly, no room around his wrist for him to wriggle and get his hand through should he want to escape. His only option would be to smash the bedposts. Easy enough to do. He just hoped it didn’t come to that. He liked his bed.

Panic closed his throat and Sera paused, as though she had sensed the spike in his emotions. She probably had. His blood still flowed in her veins, enough of it that he could feel her emotions clearly but could no longer hear her thoughts. She would be able to feel him through that connection too. She stroked his arm, soft and tender, soothing his panic until he felt he could breathe again.

“We really don’t have—”

“I want to,” Antoine interjected and she nodded but didn’t look sure. He sighed. “I am just concerned that I might not react well. I do not want to hurt you.”

“I know.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to the inside of his elbow, and then worked her way up his arm, paying close attention to any scar she came across.

He loved when she kissed them because he felt the compassion in her with each press of her lips, the deep affection that she hid in her heart, affection that matched the feelings that lurked in his, held beyond the reach of her sight. She drew back and frowned down at him, and he had a hard time not staring at her bare breasts. The dark plum buds of her nipples called to him and he wanted to grab her and drag her down to him so he could suckle them.

“If you panic... Snow will feel you, won’t he?” There was worry in her eyes now.

Antoine smiled. “Most likely, although he does know we have the restraints and your intentions when asking him for them was very clear. There is a chance he would not come bursting through the door and catch us in the act.”

A beautiful deep crimson coloured her cheeks and she cast her gaze downwards, settling it on his chest. Antoine’s smile widened.

“I will do my best to relax. I am sure it is just fear of the unknown and once I am bound, I will be more comfortable.”

Sera nodded again and went to crawl over the top of him. Antoine grabbed her around the back of her neck with his free hand, dragged her down to him and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, her whole body tense, and then relaxed into him. The feel of her soft warm skin on his tore a groan from his throat and he deepened the kiss, claiming her lips and bruising them with his force. He needed to kiss her like this, to taste her and devour her, to dominate her before she dominated him. Everything male in him said to make it clear right now who was in charge and that she was his.

Antoine growled when he tried to wrap his other arm around her and felt the tug of the restraint.

Sera bit his lower lip and then sat back, a smile on her face. “Sucks, doesn’t it? I wanted to touch you so badly when you had me tied up. I ached to place my hands on you.”

He growled again, low and feral, aroused by the thought of desiring something he couldn’t do. She wasn’t exactly encouraging him to go along with letting her tie his other wrist up. The thought of not being able to touch her was torture to him. He wanted to ghost his hands over every inch of her flawless pale skin and kiss her from head to toe, something he couldn’t do with his hands bound.

He went to grab her again but she evaded his hand, caught his wrist, and had it pinned to the pillows next to the cuff before he could blink. Antoine relaxed into the bed and let her have her way. He could easily escape her grasp but part of him didn’t want to—the part that wanted to experience what Sera had said and was aroused by the thought of being bound and helpless.

She took his hand, settled his wrist in the cuff and closed it.

Antoine felt her tense.

He tensed too, waiting to feel something crash over him. Panic. Fear. Rage.

Nothing came.

He looked at his bound left hand and then at his right. The sight of them sent a hot rush of arousal through his veins. His arms were longer than Sera’s so there was some slack in the chains but he could only raise them a few inches off the pillows. He tugged at them, curled his arms as much as he could, testing their strength.

“None of that.” Sera mounted his chest. She knelt astride him, took hold of his forearms and pressed them down into the crimson pillows, forcing him to relax. “You’ll break them and I’m not asking Snow for another set.”

Antoine raised an eyebrow at her. He wouldn’t break the restraints. He’d had them built to withstand Snow’s strength. It was more likely that the bed would snap rather than the chains, and restraints would be useless then.

Unless she locked his hands together behind his back.

Antoine shouldn’t have liked the image that popped into his mind with that thought, but the idea of lying with his hands chained behind his back and Sera on top of him had his desire soaring. His cock twitched and began to harden again. He tugged at his restraints, gentler this time so Sera didn’t reprimand him, and groaned at the feel of them.

Sera giggled.

“I think you’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.” She reached over behind her and ran her hand down his hard length, tearing another moan from him.

The feel of her sitting astride his chest, her heat seeping into him, and her hand on his cock was exquisite. He rolled his eyes closed with the next stroke of her hand down his length and then opened them again, staring deep into hers. She held his gaze, hers soft and full of desire, passionate and intense.