The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 132. Don’t Touch It

Chapter 132: 132. Don’t Touch It

Mauve reached up and wrapped her arms around Jael’s neck. She squirmed as his hand trailed her body. He took his time, slowly edging her on while their lips remained locked. Mauve moaned into his lips and he smiled. She blushed, profusely.

He palmed her thigh and then drew small circles. The circles slowly grew in size and he moved his hands to her waist. He lifted her suddenly, and Mauve gasped.

"Spread your legs," he ordered and she obeyed.

He locked eyes with her and held her over his closed legs as she straddled him. He held her steady as he carefully pushed her down against his manhood.

Mauve’s loud sounds echoed in the room as Jael invaded her. She grabbed his arm at the pressure and simultaneous pleasure. He heard her steady, giving her time to adjust to him.

She opened her eyes to see his twinkling gaze. "That hurt a little," she mumbles.

"Was that all it did, hurt?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Yes," she said glaring at him.

"Sorry," he said but she could tell he was not. He pushed forward a little so she would lean against him. "I assumed your walls were soused enough."

He took one hand off her waist and rubbing her rear, he moved down and touched her dampness.

She whimpered, "Don’t touch it while you’re in there!"

"Why not?" He asked with a straight face.

"Because..." she started but moaned as Jael rubbed her folds.

"I thought you said it hurt," he whispered as she lay against him.

He held her steady as touched her, refusing to make any other movement. Mauve squirmed and placed her hands on his shoulders as she began to move against him.

"Mauve," he said with a husky voice. "If you move like that, I can’t promise to be gentle."

He grabbed her waist and pumped her against him. She felt her front jiggle as she moved. "Jael," she softly called.

He slowed down but only to put one of her nips in his mouth. He held it with his teeth and he grind slightly.

She gripped his hair as she mewled. He licked on the sensitive spot and Mauve felt her walls tighten. She was close.

She cursed and dug her nails into his shoulders as she shuddered at pleasure.

He didn’t stop moving and Mauve felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. She curled her toes as she burst open with a loud cry. He picked up the pace.

"Jael you can’t..." She cried just as he spilled into her.

She leaned against him panting hard. "Let’s wash you up," Jael said and kissed her neck.

She nodded but did not attempt to move from his shoulders. He stood to his feet still holding her and he slipped out of her. She made an incoherent sound.

"Ooh," he said. "I can still go some more if you would like."

"No, I would like to have my bath, please. Thank you."

She felt tired, if they dared do it again, she was afraid she might not wake up by sundown. He placed her into the water and Mauve yelped.

"Jael the water is lukewarm," she cried.

"Is that so? It feels warm to me," he said with a smirk. He joined her and adjusted so she sat between his legs.

"You know it doesn’t," she muttered.

"Let me wash you up, you’ll forget about the temperature in a moment."

"What are you doing?" She yelled as her hand made its way between her legs.

"Washing you clean," he said nonchalantly as if he cannot believe she had just asked him that.

"That’s not where to..." a sound escaped her lips as he pushed his finger in. "Jael," she tried to complain but it sounded different.

"Stay still," he whispered directly into her ears. "I am trying to get everything out."

"That’s not how to..." she cried.

"Really?" He asked, feigning innocence. "What better way to get it out than to use my hands?"

"Jael, it will flow out by itself." She said but she was panting as his fingers moved around her insides, her legs quivering.

"I am speeding the process, you should thank me." He licked her ears and his other hand cupped her chest.

Mauve glared at Jael as she stepped out of the water. She was happy he was in a better mood but her body was starting to regret it. She just wanted to lay in bed and go to sleep, she hoped he would let her but with the way he was looking at her, she highly doubted it.

"Don’t look at me like that," he said with a grin.

She walked past him and he grabbed her. "Where are you going?" He asked.

"I’d like to put on some clothes please." She said,

"That’s a bad idea, Mauve." He chuckled at her glare. "Fine, put on the clothes, okay."

He let go of her hand and slipped into bed. He laid with his hand behind his back as he watched her. "Go on then, get dressed."

She squinted at him.

"Will you stop looking at me so suspiciously? It is getting late." He said sternly. "We have a stressful day tomorrow."

She walked to the wardrobe and picked a simple dress which she slipped over her head. She walked to the bed and got in beside him.

"Go to sleep, Mauve." He said she kept glaring at him.

He kissed her forehead and closed her eyes. Mauve placed her head on his chest and felt her thoughts run rampant. It was easy to get distracted but she was easily reminded by it. She looked up at him, only to see him staring at her.

"I can literally hear your thoughts churning. What are you worried about?" He asked, concerned.

"Nothing. Good night!" She said a little too loudly.

Mauve closed her eyes and emptied her mind. It was no surprise she fell asleep easily. She was both mentally and physically drained.