Her Vampire Knight by Ines Johnson

Author:Ines Johnson [Johnson, Ines]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Romance, LLC
Published: 2021-02-23T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Virius

It is the please that does it. No one has ever begged me for anything. Except for their life.

Zahara knows I will never harm a hair on her head. I have proven to her that I only seek her happiness, her security, her well-being. Hell, I laid my fortune at her feet within a few hours of meeting her. And still, all she has asked of me is the one thing I am loath to give to her.

Please, let me touch you.

No one has ever asked. All my life, things have only been taken from me. And the thing most taken has been what lies between my thighs. So, I hesitate when Zahara asks permission. Being the warrior that she is, she takes my hesitation for compliance. With the first touch of her fingertip against the beast, he strikes out.

My body is sent careening in two diverging directions. My back arches as though I’ve been struck by lightning. But the rod is coming from me. It’s the beast crash landing in the other direction. It bolts right into Zahara’s palm.

My mind explodes as I try to put the pieces of my shattered consciousness back together. A thick fog settles all around me as sensations pour down from a thunderstorm of emotions. I try to move my legs, to lift my arms. It feels impossible.

The only thing that I can feel is a heatwave of pressure coming from my groin area. Looking down, I expect to see that my cock is on fire. The thought of my cock being burned off doesn’t concern me. It’ll take a while for the organ to regenerate. In that time, I can have peace of mind as I lie with Zahara, knowing that for a few days, it can’t harm her.

As the fog in my mind slowly clears, I see that there are no flames between my thighs. There is golden flesh against my own. A hand.

The fingers of that hand are long, but not slender. The nails are chipped and ragged, entirely unlike the manicured hands of my regular clientele. But the fingers are female.

Zahara.

She’s touching me with those working woman’s hands. I feel the calluses on her thumb as she strokes downward. That rough piece of skin lags and catches on my glans at the tip. The contact causes my balls to tighten. As they do, a coil of heat tightens in them, pulling at the skin around the beast, causing it to tighten and I gasp.

“Oh Fates, did I hurt you?” Zahara moves her hand from my cock.

I let out a harsh breath. Not one of relief. One of need. For once, both the beast and I are in agreement. We need her hand back on our flesh.

“I’ve never done this before. Am I doing it wrong? I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

Her words are all a jumble. It will take too much concentration to try and understand them. I don’t have enough blood to divert to my head.

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