The last vow

Chapter 19 - Bulma

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This rock-hard chest against her back. This powerful hand in her hair. This incredibly soft and warm fur that caressed her leg. And that smile he had just displayed while looking straight in her eyes.

An arrogant, presumptuous smile. And full of innuendo.

Holy shit.

Vegeta was driving her crazy.

With his unpredictable moods. With his indecipherable desires. With his haughty and self-confident attitude. With all those magnificent muscles she craved.

And with that fucking smile.

Never had a man affected her this way. Never had she wanted someone so much... never had she wanted to be possessed by someone so much.

He held her prisoner. Physically. And mentally, too. It was impossible for her to free herself from his arms, and even less possible to get rid of this unbearable tension that was building within her as he looked at her.

Seeing him appear in the medical unit had perplexed her. The frustration of hearing him ask, or rather demand, that she redo his bandages had invaded her as soon as he had laid his dark, inquisitive eyes on her. But the feeling had quickly been supplanted by this electrifying sensation his presence provoked. No matter how angry she was with him for acting like a jerk the day before, no matter how much she told herself over and over again that he was just an imbecile, thirsty for control and power, she couldn't ignore this incomprehensible magnetism that animated each of her cells when it came to this man.

She wanted him to be near her. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted his body crushed against hers, his hands in her hair and on her wrists. She wanted to feel his sassy, ​​pretentious lips on her skin.

And even though he had made it clear to her that he still wanted to control everything, Bulma had waited long enough, desired long enough. She couldn't take it anymore. She would let him do as he pleased. Because it was the only way to fulfill this irrational need, and because she simply couldn't do otherwise.

He had been observing her for a few seconds now. With his head held high, a satisfied smile on his lips, he was making her languish, taking advantage of the fact that she had just abandoned herself to him. But Bulma was not patient by nature, and above all, she also liked to be in control. And even though she was aware that physically, she could do absolutely nothing against such a powerful warrior, she knew how to go about attracting the beast.

Without taking her eyes off him, she tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder and expose her neck. She hoped he would understand the silent invitation and be tempted enough to finally put an end to this unbearable tension that was plaguing her.

The message was clear and her tactic worked. Vegeta's cocky smile faded. His black eyes darted towards what she was offering him. Bulma saw him observing with envy this part of her, that he was undoubtedly preparing to conquer.

He tilted his head, slowly. Bulma stopped breathing, excitedly anticipating this physical contact she was dying to see come to fruition. Then, finally, he placed his mouth on her skin. Just below her ear, once, for a long moment, and sticking out his tongue to taste her as much as possible. The young woman held her breath and closed her eyes, cutting herself off from any other external stimuli to make the most of the sensation. The caress was soft, warm and lazy, a beautiful contrast to the electrifying thrill that coursed through her body.

He then stood up and leaned down again to kiss her a second time in the exact same way, under the jaw. This time, the kiss drew a moan from her. The Saiyan also emitted a low growl in response to her complaint, content to feel her throat vibrate with pleasure under his tongue. He opened his mouth and curled his lips to scrape her skin with his sharp teeth. Even though she knew Vegeta's teeth were much more threatening than those of a Human, and that..