A Night in the Vampire's Embrace (Paranormal BDSM) Read Online Free PDF

on. After all I didn't want to leave you alone for very long." Now it's his turn to tease me because he just slipped that I could have escaped.
    If only I'd woken up or been smart enough to stay awake and feign sleep, then I could've been running back to my circle. I could've called in every caster and we could've come storming in to the vampire's den.
    Raymond smiled at me with his trademark condescension, "Don’t worry. You were very cute as you slept. And I'm not going to do anything as silly as make you beg for food. But I will be feeding you." He made that last part sounds so mundane, as though I would be irrational and silly to argue. "Set up. Keep your hands at your sides. Break these two very simple rules and I might need to spank you." I gritted my teeth at the thought.
    Reluctantly, I did what he wanted. I sat up and kept my hands in my lap. Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly what he ordered, but it was about as much rebellion as I could offer up.
    "Close your eyes."
    I chewed my lower lip for a moment, uncertain about whether or not I should speak. Ultimately, I went ahead with, “You’re going to make me like this, aren’t you?”
    "Absolutely," he said without practiced, wry amusement.
    A hiss of aggravation passed between my lips, but again I did as he asked. I closed my eyes and waited with my lips parted. Deep down, I try to console myself with thoughts of escape. I had to keep my strength up. If I refuse to eat because of pride or vanity, my chances of getting away from this vampire's embrace went down exponentially.
    Being a bastard, Raymond must've felt compelled to start with strawberries. He didn't just feed me though. With those cool and strong hands of his, he touched the first strawberry’s tip to that spot just between my breasts. Then he split it up the length of my throat, letting the trail of cool, clean condensation trickle up my skin. When he got to my mouth, he split it around my mouth. With my eyes closed, I longed to simply bite for the piece of fruit, but something about this man and what he'd already done to me precluded that possibility.
    Finally, Raymond pressed the strawberry against my mouth ever so lightly. Somehow, I felt nervous about this all of a sudden. But it wasn't fear of the creature before me. Instead this trepidation felt like the nervousness that came from being with the lover and worrying about doing something wrong.
    Stupid. That was stupid. I shouldn't have been thinking about what he thought of me. Tightening my resolve, I tried to think about how my fellow spell casters would complete the ritual tonight and how this vampire would have to flee or die.
    I bit down into the strawberry. My teeth into it in the flood of fresh juice rushed down along my tongue. It tasted sweet and tangy and dangerous all the same time. I chewed and swallowed and felt some of my strength returned.
    For the next few minutes, Raymond continued to feed me. More than once, he teased me with those pieces of fruit. It went on until I regain my strength, the skin around his eyes crinkled, and he asked in a perilously low note, “Are you ready to have me inside of you?”
    For a little while there, I have actually felt fairly composed despite having my eyes shut and the order to keep my hands to myself. I was still naked and completely at this man's mercy, yet it somehow started to feel normal. Then he asked that question.
    I didn't open my eyes, but my whole body responded nonetheless. My breathing caught in my throat and my heart must've jumped three beats. More humiliating, I felt the pulse of desire between my legs. My nipples hardened and goosebumps ran up the length of my arms. Distantly, I have to imagined sparkles of desire fizzing along every one of my nerve endings.
    "Why are you doing this?"
    "You're very beautiful," he told me with perfect sincerity. Of course, I didn't believe him. There had to be another reason, only this time he didn't make me wait. "And I need to complete spell