The Vampire King’s Captive

MARIA

Her head was spinning.

Her heart was beating a fast rhythm and her body was burning up. She felt so hot, she wondered how the water running down her body wasn’t producing steam on contact.

And, gods, she was so horny she couldn’t think straight. She felt like she was going out of her mind with lust and the longer Bran watched her with those hot green eyes filled with the promise of every filthy thing he wanted to do to her, the hotter she burned.

She felt like she was going to combust from how horny she was. And if her captor was not going to do anything about it-if he was just going to sit over there and watch her-then she was going to get herself off and if he wanted front row seats to the show, then he was free to get them.

Who was she to say no anyway?

Especially when it was so obvious that he wanted it even though he would probably cut his arm off than admit that he wanted to watch her touch herself.

The water sliding down her body, Maria followed the path of the water with her right hand. Her left hand moved to her breasts and cupped them, the weight of them heavy in her palm. She would very much prefer it if her hand was replaced by his hand-or his mouth-but since she couldn’t have that right now, she would have to settle for her own hands.

From the distance, she could see her captor’s lips part as he watched her, his hands dropping on either sides of him. She suspected he did that because he didn’t want to reach out to her and the thought caused a moan to slip out of her lips.

It was low and long and from the distance, he shouldn’t have been able to hear her, but he did because of his vampire hearing and when he did, his eyes flashed with hunger.

When her hand brushed her pussy lips, he leaned forward and she heard a sharp crack. She almost whimpered when she realised that it was the rock splintering underneath his fingers.

Was the pull to come to her so strong that he fought it down with equally strong force? Was it so strong that a rock cracked under his hands?

Maria was more turned on than ever and that was probably why she was not thinking twice about doing something like this. She was not an exhibitionist or a voyeur by any means, so she was quite puzzled as to why she wasn’t hesitant about doing something like this.

Touching herself in front of a man was something Maria had never done before. She might act all experienced and bold generally, but when it came to things like this, she was a lot less experienced than people usually thought. She didn’t have confidence issues or whatever, but making herself come in front of a man was another level of confidence and Maria would have never guessed that she had gotten to that point.

Especially with a man she considered her captor. A man she didn’t even know his name.

Yet this didn’t deter her. She was too horny to care. She was too far gone to stop now.

Besides if he really didn’t want to watch, he would have turned away by now, but he hadn’t. That told her enough.

She broke eye contact with him, her head falling back on a moan as her hand brushed her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut as pleasure thrummed through her, lighting her up and making her nerve endings go haywire.

Making herself come had never been this exhilarating for her. It had always been mid at most. But right now, she felt like every brush of her finger on her clit sent fireworks shooting out of her. And she knew that it was all because he was watching her.

Having his eyes on her was a heady, intoxicating feeling and if she had a say in it, she would demand that he always looked at her, just so that she would continue to feel this way.

She dropped her head and looked at him, saw him watching her with jaws hard as granite. He wanted to touch her-that much was obvious-and it was the knowledge that had her dipping a finger into herself.

She held his eyes the entire time as she did it and she could see the exact moment when he realised what she was doing. His nostrils flared and his green eyes burned hotter, looking for all the world like he was about to throw caution to the wind and come to her.

She wasn’t surprised, however, when he didn’t.

His loss.

She would show him what he was missing.

The water coursing down her body-along with his heavy gaze-heightened the feeling and what would have been an ordinary session for her, was turned into more.

Every swipe of her fingers, every rotation, every slight curl inside herself, every move she’d come to perfect over the years in the exact way she liked it, turned into more and it felt like she was riding the waves of pleasure as she had never known it.

As she drew closer to her release, she pried her heavy lids open and glanced at her captor, surprised to see him now running his hand over the crotch of his jeans. He wasn’t just running his hand over it-he was rubbing it. Furiously, from the look of it and from the way his lips were parted, his jaw hanging open and a dazed expression on his face, she wondered if he was nearing his release too.

Gods, he was touching himself!

He couldn’t bear the torture of watching her get herself off anymore and since he didn’t want to come to her, he had taken the next available option. He’d started touching himself.

She wasn’t sure that she had seen a hotter sight in all her life.

The look of abandon on his face, tight and strained with his lust as he watched her touch herself, while he rubbed himself through his jeans was too much for her to bear and before she knew it, she was staggering towards the cliff and hurtling over it.

When her realise crashed over her, her knees buckled and she almost fell to the ground with the force of her release.

Her eyes never left him all through so that she would not miss the look on his face when he did finally come. To her shock, he unzipped his jeans so fast she almost missed it and brought his dick out, jacking it off, his hand a blur on it, and in less than five seconds, he came.

His head fell back slightly, his face lax with satisfaction as he worked his length through the release until it subsided and slowly, he tucked himself back in, holding her eyes.

Maria was so startled by what he’d just did, that she had not been able to take in his size or the look of him, before he zipped his jeans back up.

They stared at each other for a while and she wondered what was going through his head at that moment.

Now that she had eased herself and she could finally think, she realised the full meaning of what she’d just done. Her captor had always pushed her away whenever she got too close or whenever the moment got too intense, but he probably had not been able to help himself today because the lust had been too much for him to bear.

Maria had felt it too, after all. Mad he was a man. It had to have been worse for him.

The issue right now was that things were going to get awkward between them on top of everything else.

Just as she’d expected, his face shuttered, his eyes going dead before her not-so-astonished ones and he turned away, his fingers stiff. Just to tell how bad things were, he didn’t even give her a throwaway comment over his shoulder like he usually did. Instead, he simply turned away, grabbed his sword and rose.

She took that to mean that he was prepared to leave. Her five minutes had long expired anyway.

Her mood now ruined, she stepped out from under the spray of water, her legs still rubbery from her orgasm, and made her way as fast as she could to her pile of clothes waiting for her on the dry rock.

She donned her shirt quickly, then bent down to shove her shorts up her legs. She didn’t bother with her panties-they had long given up at this point and no way was she going to keep wearing a dirty bra.

She was going to have to go the remainder of the journey without them.

Without wasting any more time, she hurried after her captor, trying-and failing-not no notice how good he looked from the back with his long, lazy-yet-sensual strides and his broad shoulders.

Her breaths shallowed as her eyes dropped to his ass. The way those jeans hugged him had to be illegal-Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Maria had just made herself come, but less than four minutes later, the sight of this big, sexy man was getting her hot again.

Was there any help for her?