The War Lord's Prize

Chapter Twenty Eight

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Neither did he offer a response.

His lips came down on mine fast and hungry, robbing me of breath. I felt his firm grip on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His tongue explored the depths of my mouth, igniting a fire within me.

I broke away from the kiss, pressing my lips against his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that i was glad elicited a low moan from him. The electricity between us intensified, and he swiftly lifted me onto the table, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from our bodies. With a sense of urgency, he continued to kiss me, his lips moving hungrily against mine.

And then I felt the evidence of his desire, just as Mistress Elena had taught me. I had also felt it the first time we kissed, right before he had ordered me to leave, I wasn't sure of the other times, but I was sure of now.

I moved away from the kiss, gazing into his eyes. "You desire me."

He pressed his pelvis against mine, and a moan escaped my lips. "Isn't it obvious?" His voice was gruff and deeper.

"Mistress Elena told me that a master's desires should always be fulfilled. I would like to pleasure you like you did to me at the lake," I confessed. I felt thrilled that he truly desired me. That was the answer to my second question.

He closed his eyes briefly, as if in pain, and then stepped away from me. His back turned towards me.

"I don't want to hurt you," he admitted. He faced me, his hands in his pockets. "You're definitely not ready for any of that."

"I have practiced," I assured him. When his eyes grew darker, I quickly fell silent.

"With whom?"

I shook my head, quickly clarifying. "Mistress Elena used various toys and cucumbers to teach me how to please a man. And I am good at whatever I do, it's part of the blessing."

His head dropped to the floor, and he muttered something under his breath that I couldn't hear.

"I just want to please you."

He lifted his head. "You already do. More than you'll ever know."

Although his words warmed my heart...

"You mentioned that vampires need blood for their bodies to function, yet you haven't fed from me."

"Do you want me to feed from you?"

"I don't want you to get weak. I want to be good to you."

"You are good to me."

"I want to fulfill your true desires. Those rules you gave me," I shook my head, "They didn't sound like your true desires."

He crossed his arms.

"I wouldn't have given those rules if I didn't want you to follow them."

I pouted.

"But you're partly right," he began moving closer to me. "I have other desires." He stopped when he was standing between my legs, his gaze locked with mine. "And trust me, they will be fulfilled. Your blood is unlike anything I've ever smelled or tasted," he traced a finger along the veins on the inside of my wrist, and I watched as his eyes turned crimson and his canines transformed into fangs.

I should have been frightened, but instead, I was captivated.

"It drives one mad, and drinking directly from you could led to me unintentionally draining you, which would kill you," his eyes and fangs returned to normal, "Until I can control the madness, I won't harm you by feeding from you."