Chapter 46: The Vampire
Vivienne was breathless from her release, her chest rising and falling like she had just run a marathon barefoot. Sweat clung to her skin, her lips parted, her face flushed with heat and humiliation. She thought that maybe, finally, it was over. That he had gotten what he wanted, and he would stop torturing her now.
But of course not.
Things didn’t come to an end as she had hoped. Instead, they only got worse. Much worse.
André leaned down again, his lips brushing her skin with the slow patience of a man savoring a last meal. He began kissing her—so, so slowly. Every inch of her trembling body.
Vivienne’s skin crawled and burned at the same time. She wanted to push him off, to scream, to kick his stupidly beautiful face into the wall, but her wrists were tied tight above her head. She was trapped, helpless, nothing but prey under his mouth.
He kissed her stomach slowly, each press of his lips like fire, his tongue warm and soft.
Vivienne’s brain screamed. God, again with the teasing shit. Why. Why do you hate me, Lord? Why did you put this lunatic in my life? Can he just fuck me already? I cannot do this anymore. My body is going to catch fire. My brain is going to explode. My soul is leaving my body. I think I’m going to die. Yes. Death sounds peaceful. Death sounds easier. Maybe if I close my eyes, maybe if I stop breathing, I’ll just die right here. But no—knowing this bastard, he’ll still keep kissing my corpse. He’ll probably whisper "I love you" to my dead face while licking my tits. God help me.
On the outside, though, she didn’t say a word. She moaned softly. Her voice came out sweet and needy, betraying her true feelings.
André’s mouth traveled back upward, kissing her chest, circling her breasts, worshipping her like she was a goddess on an altar. Then higher, her collarbone, her neck, and finally her lips again.
Vivienne kissed him back desperately, almost violently, like she wanted to eat him alive. Their lips clashed, their tongues tangled. She kissed him so much, so wildly, she thought she might swallow his teeth. Their kiss turned wet, messy, and unhinged.
Both of them pulled apart at the same time, gasping for air.
Vivienne’s chest rose fast, her head spinning.
André smirked and leaned down again, his mouth trailing back to her breasts. He kissed her there tenderly, then lower and lower until his lips pressed between her legs.
Vivienne froze.
He kissed her so gently there, like he was cherishing a secret treasure. Then, without warning, his mouth fastened on her clit and he began sucking, licking, teasing with merciless precision.
Vivienne’s head slammed back against the pillow. Her brain went nuclear. He is definitely after my life. He is trying to kill me. Why did I ever get involved with this lunatic? Why did you have to attract this madman? Why did you agree to steal the damn horse? Why, Vivienne, why? Now look at you. Tied like a pig, moaning like a whore, and this bastard is fucking you with his mouth. Wasn’t fingering enough? Wasn’t it enough, God? Is this punishment for all my sins? Am I a three-course meal to him? Is he a vampire that feeds on orgasms? What is this? Someone stop him. Someone shoot him with a rifle. Someone—
Her thoughts shattered as another wave of moans tore out of her. She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t hold it back.
On the outside, she was a mess. Moaning softly, gasping, trembling.
On the inside, she was shouting, fainting, screaming.
André didn’t stop. He licked her again and again, his tongue ruthless, his lips pressing, his teeth grazing lightly, teasing her, tormenting her. He kissed her, sucked her, worshipped her like she was the only source of life in the universe.
Vivienne clutched at nothing, her tied wrists aching from pulling so hard against the bedpost. Her body shook, her thighs trembled, her back arched helplessly. She was losing herself, drowning in sensation, spiraling downward with no rope to cling to.
And then, with one more relentless flick of his tongue, she came undone.
She trembled violently, her voice breaking in gasps, her body shaking under him like she had been struck by lightning. Her orgasm ripped through her like a storm she couldn’t control.
When it finally passed, she lay there in a daze, her chest rising and falling, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded. She was barely holding on to consciousness.
André lifted his head, his lips glistening with her. He moved up her body and pressed his mouth to hers.
Vivienne kissed him back automatically, but her brain screamed. You’ve lost your mind, Vivienne. What are you doing? Do you realize what you’re tasting? You can literally taste yourself on his mouth. This is the most humiliating, insane thing you’ve ever done. God, what is this life? What is this? Why didn’t I just become a nun?
André broke the kiss slowly, watching her face, watching her fall apart beneath him. He stood up and began undressing.
Vivienne’s eyes widened. "He still wants to fuck me," she whispered in horror.
Her brain went wild. What is he trying to do? Why is he undressing so calmly, like he’s preparing for a picnic? Why are you calm as fuck, André? This isn’t tea time, this is hell. You should be foaming at the mouth, not folding your damn shirt neatly. And why, Vivienne, why are you not screaming? Why are you staring at him like you’re waiting? Why are you enjoying this? What the hell is wrong with my own body? Am I possessed? Did a horny demon crawl inside me?
André finished undressing and climbed back onto the bed. His body hovered over hers, strong and commanding. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm, his eyes locked on hers with terrifying tenderness.
"Let’s make love, Vivienne," he whispered, his voice deep and sincere. "Till sunset."
Vivienne’s eyes almost popped out of her skull.
Her mind shrieked. What? What is this bastard saying? Till sunset? Sunset?! That’s hours away! He has to be joking. He has to be. Nobody makes love till sunset. That’s not love, that’s torture. That’s murder. God, he’s actually insane. I’m going to die here. I’m going to die tied to this bed with this maniac on top of me. And the worst part? My body is going to enjoy it. God, kill me now.