He nibbled on her lips like they were his favorite snack, but when his lips moved down to suck gently on her pulse, she couldn't help holding her breath, wondering if he would drink her blood again.
Feeling her tense, Etienne said with a chuckle, "No, mi vavli. It will be different this time."
The words confused her, but they faded soon enough when she felt his lips resume its movement, trailing down lazily until he was able to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. His hands also started moving, and the moment she felt him cup her breasts, she couldn't help lifting her head.
Etienne glanced up the moment he sensed her gaze on him, and his balls tightened in arousal when he saw her wide-eyed gaze. He watched her watch him as he started kneading her breasts, gently at first to have her get used to his touch, and when he heard her sigh, he gripped her breasts hard and was rewarded by the sound of her breath catching as she once again gasped his name.
"Etienne!"
She couldn't help staring as his long, elegant fingers moved up and circle the erect buds of her breasts. The sight was so surreal, the thought that it was her boss, Etienne Hirsche, the man she had been secretly in love with for years...that it was him, fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples---
Her throat tightened at the sheer wonder of it, and when his gaze captured hers while his mouth hovered dangerously close to one tightened tip..oh God...his mouth closed over it, and a shudder of the most exquisite pleasure flamed through her veins. Knowing that he - her Etienne - was watching her, while his tongue circled her nipple, it was just too, too much, and she found herself crying his name out between whimpers and moans.
Etienne. God. Etienne.
It wasn't his first time to have a woman watch him make love to her, but somehow it was different with Spencer. There was something about the way her lips seemed to part unconsciously, something about the way she couldn't take her gaze off the way his lips and tongue were toying with her nipple...just fucking something about it that was too pure and beautiful...
His fangs were out in a flash, and in the next moment, he had her breast plumped up just before his fangs pierced the soft, firm flesh of her tit.
"Aaaaah!"
It was so completely unexpected that for several seconds she could only stare and shudder as he started drinking her blood from her breast while suckling on her nipple...and it felt so, so gooooooooood.
A sob rose out of her throat as he moved to her other breast, and this time he squeezed it hard and made the globe of flesh jiggle in his hand like a toy---
"S-Stop that!"
But he only laughed. "Liar." And he proved this by squeezing her breast harder, and the rough gesture had a wanton cry spilling past her lips.
"Nooooo...."
Fangs flashed out.
And then he was suckling her nipple while once again drinking again her blood.
Oh God.
Her head fell back, and she unconsciously clutched his massively broad shoulders when she felt something inside of her constrict and tighten, like sensations shaping itself into a pulsing, throbbing ball...
"Come for me now, Spencer."
And that ball liquified and exploded into a gush of feminine juices, her helpless cry bouncing against the walls of her bedroom as her body responded to his command. She came, and came, and came, came until she was all emptied out, and when she finally managed to pry her eyes open...
Etienne was smiling down at her, and Spencer was immediately suspicious. "Are you---ah!"
His fingers had started stroking the still-wet triangle between her legs.
"Did you think we were already done?"
Chapter Seven
"The first thing you must understand about my kind," Etienne murmured, "is that we are addicted to pleasure." One finger thrust inside of her as he spoke, and Spencer could only gasp and tremble, her mind once again starting to unravel at the thought that it was Etienne penetrating her with his finger.
"For every Caro, there is always one form of pleasure that will be more addictive over all the others, and for me..." Etienne's finger started to move. "It's all about this." And his finger went deep, so, so deep that she felt he had claimed even parts of her she never knew existed.
"Having sex..."
And his voice grew thick.
"Fucking..."
So, so thick with lust it had her whimpering.
"As for the best type of fucking, I like it a lot when I hear my woman moaning..."
And she did moan, just couldn't help but moan with the way he had punctuated the words with a deep, forceful shove of his finger.
"While telling me..." Another finger thrust inside of her. "She wants me to do all the dirtiest things to her..."
A third finger penetrated her without warning, and she cried out.
"Do you want that, mi vavli?"
Clouded hazel eyes lifted to his as she choked out, "Y-Yes."
"Then say it clearly," Etienne rasped.
"I want...I want you..." Her skin turned pink under his gaze, and he watched her swallow just before whispering shakily, "I want y-you to do all the dirtiest things to me."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yeeeeees."
"Then if I tell you I need you to obey me without question every time I fuck you, will you do it?"
Her body tightened at what he was asking for, and she could only sob out her answer. "I will."
A fiendish smile curved over his lips, and Etienne purred, "Good girl."
Oh God. Those words should've made her feel angered, shouldn't it? But instead she couldn't help moaning, her body deriving such decadent pleasure from Etienne calling her a good girl.
"Shall we start, my little bauble?"
Bauble?
"It's what I've been calling you," Etienne crooned. "That's what mi vavli means. My bauble." Dark eyes glittered down at her. "Because that's what you are. My little bauble. And you don't mind. Do you?"
Spencer could only shake her head. "No." And it was the truth. Maybe if it had been someone else, she would've. She had a feeling that even if it was someone who was as good in bed as that other party, she would still have minded. But there was just something about Etienne Hirsche...just something so sinfully irresistible about him that made her want to yearn to do every possible act of debauchery with him.
"Good girl."
She could only moan and writhe, the pleasure of having three fingers moving inside of her rendering her incapable of doing anything else.
"No, don't close your eyes," Etienne commanded when he saw her eyes start drifting shut. "Lift yourself up on your elbows. Watch what I'm doing."
Spencer could feel herself turning red as she raised herself on her elbows and watch at the way three of his fingers went in and out of her pussy. It had felt achingly good from the very start, but being ordered to watch it happen it and knowing whose fingers those were, oh, the pleasure had just magnified tenfold---
Aaaah....ah...ah!
Her voice came out in gasps and pants when a fourth finger was thrust inside of her, and Etienne now had one hand under her ass while his thrusting fingers were anchored by his thumb, which were slowly rubbing and teasing her clit into arousal.
"Does it hurt?" Before she could answer, he pressed on, saying mockingly, "Maybe you want me to be gentler---"