I can feel your pleasure, Adrien. I can sense how much you’re savoring what I’m doing to you. I love having command of you like this, taking charge of your flesh and doing whatever the hell I want.
She pumped faster now and it hurt but it felt so good.
She sustained the pace and he could feel himself ready to release, then all the pressure was just gone.
He shouted his frustration.
“Not yet,” she said softly.
He groaned.
She turned to straddle his waist this time. She used the same chain-laden hand to rub deep between her legs, to gather her moisture. She put the same hand over his mouth. “Lick the chains.”
He obeyed her without question. Her arousal was a thick, perfumed cloud all around him. The chains were loose against her palm, so he drew them past his lips and sucked on them, taking the flavor of her down his throat.
His c**k throbbed where the chains had rolled over his skin. He ached for her and something more, something so deep inside his soul that he had a sense all his rage at what had been done to him was about to be released.
He sucked harder on the chains. She leaned close and drifted a breast near her hand and his sucking lips. When she removed her fingers and slid her breast closer, he took all that he could in his mouth and sucked hard, muffled cries emanating from his throat. He couldn’t get enough.
Her hands stroked up both of his arms at once, her fingernails digging into his biceps. Her body rolled while he suckled her nipple. Her lashes rested on her cheeks; a pinch of pleasure had formed between her brows.
You smell like heaven, came from her mind to his.
I want to f**k you.
I’d like that. Her eyes opened and her breast came away from between his lips. She met his gaze. But you’re trapped and can’t. You can’t do anything right now.
The words burned like fire through his mind and his soul. She had spoken the reality of his childhood as well as the past year.
She slid down just enough so that his rigid c**k touched her ass. He couldn’t quite define the sensations that split him wide. Rage and lust maybe. He wanted her.
What is it, Adrien? Do you want something? Need something? What could it be?
Oh, God, she lifted up her hips. He could see her clitoris through her spread legs and now he could see his cock. He struggled against the chains as he watched her lower her body onto him. He thrust his hips upward, forging a warm wet pilgrimage into her depths.
His neck arched, his eyes rolled back in his head.
She began to move up and down, slowly at first then faster. Her voice once more penetrated his mind: What are you going to do about it, Adrien? I have you now and you can’t touch me, you can’t do anything except feel this pleasure.
But he wasn’t that child anymore, and he wasn’t just a vampire.
He was an Ancestral.
He had the power now to create the kinds of manacles that now imprisoned him. Understanding flashed through him.
He knew what he could do.
Did she know what he intended?
Somehow he didn’t give a f**k. He summoned his Ancestral power, drawing energy into his legs and arms, wrists and ankles. The table began to shake.
She didn’t seem to care. She planted a hand on his shoulders and moved faster.
What are you going to do about it, Adrien? Are you still afraid? Still chained to this table? Still trapped?
The words ripped through his mind.
Power surged.
The chains exploded off his body.
He caught her at her waist and kept her anchored to him. He spun her midair so that he landed on top of her, holding himself back just enough so that he didn’t crush her as he forced her onto the table beneath him.
He took control, shoving himself into her as he ripped the feathered mask off her head. Through the chains, he sensed the depth of her pleasure, nothing but heady passionate sensation.
She panted in heavy chuffs as he drove into her, pummeling hard. She moaned and cried out as she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck. He thrust hard and fast.
The release came like an explosion, not just from his balls but somewhere deep in his body, rushing through and streaking along his c**k so that he arched and shouted.
Fuck, left his mouth repeatedly, loud, brutal, harsh.
“Oh, God, Adrien, so much pleasure.”
He looked down at her as he thrust, feeling himself moving in and out of her body, watching her head thrash back and forth, her eyes squeezed shut, the orgasm finishing its ride until finally she lay slack and his hips grew quiet.
Her eyes were still shut as he looked down at her, then past her head to the broken shackles hanging open on the old wood. He’d done this. He’d ended something here tonight, some deep wound that had festered for four centuries. Power flowed through him in waves, the extraordinary ability of an Ancestral being born here, in this place that began as one thing and ended as another.
He’d just opened up a new layer of his Ancestral power—maybe not his entire potential, but enough to challenge the suffering of his youth.
“Lily,” he whispered. “Thank you for this.”
She nodded but her eyes remained closed.
As he lay on top of her, satiated, having overpowered his captor, something deep inside Adrien shifted, moved around, expanded, and changed.
Other chains that had held him captive in the past, were broken in this moment, obliterated forever.
CHAPTER 14
Lily was mired in pleasure. She could think of it in no other way. Her body lay trapped beneath Adrien’s, a puddle of sensation, of satisfaction, of contentment.
There had been a frightening moment when the chains had come apart and he’d flipped her. She’d wondered if she would survive what was about to happen.
But as soon as she landed, and she felt that he’d somehow protected her landing, she knew she was completely safe with him. She’d barely registered the impact except for a slight loss of breath. Other than that, the fierce pounding he gave her had been just the right note.
She’d screamed, or she remembered screaming. Pleasure had flowed like an ocean finding a new dip of land to fill. A sense of well-being eased through her veins, relaxing every muscle.
Deeper still was a strange kind of release she hadn’t expected, as though she’d walked from the desert, a long desert of two years, and suddenly stumbled on green plants, sea air, and a ton of welcome humidity. This strange, dominance-based experience had released something and she’d bet all her future happiness that Adrien had gone through something similar.
“Lily, did I hurt you?” He lifted up slightly and met her gaze. She was finally able to open her eyes. “Please tell me I didn’t.”