The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 292. Handle it.

Chapter 292: 292. Handle it.

"Lift your hands," she ordered.

Jael’s eyes twinkled but he did not attempt to take his hands from her body.

"Jael," she called in annoyance. "I can’t take your shirt off, it will be your fault we will be late.

"Sourpuss," he whispered under his breath.

"I am not," Mauve said, somehow the word annoyed her more than it should and she knew it was because he had called her this in a similar situation.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes glinting. Mauve could tell he was up to no good.

"I already said I am not, I don’t have to repeat..." The rest of her words drowned out as a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft moan.

Jael’s hand grabbing her bum slipped downward and up her front, his fingers grazing her sensitive parts.

"Jael," she cried, letting go of his shirt as she leaned against him for support.

He rubbed his fingers around her folds and she closed her legs, his fingers sending jolts of electricity all around her body.

She grabbed onto him as tightly as she could as her legs were failing her and if this went on, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own.

"Jael," she gasped out.

He scoffed and his hand retreated, pulling away from her body.

"How are you going to take off my clothes if you keep hanging onto me like that?"

Mauve jerked her head in his direction, "And whose fault do you think that is?" She asked sternly.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Jael smirked with his hands hanging halfway in the air.

Mauve glared at him and pulling away from him, she proceeded to lift his shirt again. He did not make any attempt to help her even though it was pretty obvious her hands would not be able to lift the shirt past the top of his head.

"You don’t have to make it unnecessarily hard, Jael," she whined, sounding exasperated. She didn’t like the fact that he looked very amused.

"I suppose I could help you," he said with a shrug.

"Thank you," she said with a stiff smile.

Bending his arms, he grabbed the edges of his shirt from her hands and she let go of it. Winking at her before he pulled it off his head.

He tossed it to the side without looking at where it landed. He gestured to his pants with his eyes. "Get on with it."

"Jael," she cried. "We are going to be late."

"Only if you don’t get moving," he replied with defiance.

She could see the glint in his eyes, she knew he would not make a move if she did not do as he requested.

She moved her eyes lower and her eyes involuntarily widened, she could clearly see his bulge. If his fangs were not enough to let her know he was ready, all she needed to do was take one look downward.

"Scared?" Jael asked with pride in his voice. "Don’t be so hesitant, I assure you, it will fit. Have I not confirmed this enough times already?"

Mauve reddened from her forehead to her soles. How can anyone say that out loud? "I am not scared," she said and stretched out her hand to undo his pants.

"Are you saying you can handle it?"

Mauve kept her gaze downwards and her mouth sealed, answering his questions would only fuel more questions.

She took her time and undid it, the pant falling to his feet as soon as the ropes came undone. That was a relief.

"One more to go, Mauve." He sounded very excited as if she needed any indication that he was totally entertained by this.

His undergarment was the only clothing remaining. She put her hand around the band and pulled downward. He shot out of it like a freaking slingshot. Mauve yelped as it flew up in her face.

Jael chuckled, "I thought you said you could handle it."

"Could you not be amused by this situation?" She asked, raising her head and standing to her full height to glare at him.

He smirked and took a step forward, stepping out of his clothes that lay at his feet. He closed the gap between them easily and without giving her a moment he lifted her off the ground.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he ordered, his voice even more hoarse.

The command killed whatever complaints were at the tip of her lips and she did as he ordered.

Mauve swore as their skin collided. Using one hand he guided her waist as he carefully pushed into her. Mauve gasped at the intrusion, the familiar feeling followed by a rush of pleasure as he pushed into her sensitive folds.

"Too soon?" He asked.

She shook her head as hid her face on his shoulder. There was no way it could be too soon, she had been quite ready for some time now.

"I’ll start to move now."

Mauve nodded and he lifted her gently and pushed her down against himself. Mauve grabbed onto his neck, covering her mouth with the side of his neck as she fought the urge to scream.

He picked up the pace quickly, thrusting in and out of her. Mauve gasped against him, her nipples rubbing his chest as he moved her.

Mauve tightened her grip around his waist as she could feel herself nearing the edge. Sensing this, Jael pushed all the way in and Mauve screamed as to why she erupted.

The waves of the fast pleasure crashed against her body and she fell against its forces, climaxing hard. Jael gave her time to recover before he started moving.

He stopped suddenly and she heard him grunt like a wounded animal as he let out his seed into her. Mauve clung to him as her breathing slowed down.

"Are you okay?" He asked her as he rubbed her back slowly.

"I am fine, thank you." She blushed, her head still buried in his neck.