The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 650. Where are you sore?

Chapter 650: 650. Where are you sore?

Jael’s breath felt hot against her face as he kissed her. Her legs tangled around him, locking him in place as she kissed him as hard as she could. The part where she wanted to go slow was completely forgotten as Jael’s hot tongue seared her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, but right now breath wasn’t important; somewhere else was far hungrier.

Jael broke the kiss and parted her legs. He invaded her warmth, and she arched her back as her legs lifted from the bed, swallowing him whole. Jael looked at her and grinned, his fanged smile and glimmering eyes a sight to behold.

He leaned forward and kissed her lips, slowly moving his hips. He hit hard, and Mauve gasped into his mouth. She moved, breaking the kiss as she tried to escape, but Jael grabbed her waist and held her to the bed, stopping her movements as he drove deeper. Mauve let out a sound at the crushing pleasure as he rubbed against her sweet spot relentlessly.

She grabbed his arms around her waist, "Jael," she moaned.

Suddenly, he unmerged from her and flipped her so she was lying on her stomach. "On your knees," he ordered.

Mauve’s body moved to his command before she could even decipher the words he uttered. He knelt between her legs, and Mauve felt the air against her most private parts. Her eyes widened at the realization that everything was bare for him to see, but she didn’t have time to think about this as Jael plugged right back in, filling her up.

He leaned forward and grabbed her boobs, gently caressing them as he squeezed lightly. He kissed her back, caressing her, and then pulled away. He grabbed her waist and pulled out to the tip before thrusting in as far as he could go.

Mauve’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she fell face forward with her bum in the air as Jael drove in and out of her. This position felt much more intense. Her legs shook, and the only way she could hold her kneeling stance was because he held her. Mauve screamed into the bed, calling his name over and over again. The pleasure was extreme; she couldn’t keep up. Her legs shook some more as she neared the edge.

"Jael!" She screamed his name longer this time as she came undone and climaxed harder than she ever had.

Jael didn’t slow down; he kept going, and Mauve realized she was close again. She twirled her hips, and she felt Jael’s grip tighten on her waist. "Mauve," he grunted her name.

He leaned forward and grabbed her front, putting some of his weight on her before he rolled on his back with her on him. She could feel his heartbeat through his shirt against her naked back before it slowed down. Mauve stared at the ceiling as she took a deep breath. She needed more than a moment to recover.

"Let’s get you cleaned up," Jael said before lifting her off the bed with her in his arms.

She didn’t say anything to this and refused to look at his face. He walked away from the bed to the bath section and carefully placed her into the tub. He took off his shirt, and Mauve’s eyes strayed. There was a matching scar on his arm and on the same side of his legs. Compared to the first time she had gotten glimpses of it, it seemed to have faded a bit, but the scars were still pretty clear.

Jael started to climb into the bath, and Mauve stopped him. "I want to wash alone."

Jael gave her a dumbfounded look and then got into the bath even though she said he shouldn’t. "Are you angry, Mauve?" He asked softly, pulling her to him until her back touched his chest.

She refused to lean on him, and he gently bit her ear. "I told you to have a little patience," she mumbled.

"And I did," he said and started caressing her shoulder blades before moving to her arms. "Your dress is still in one piece, isn’t it? Besides, you’re to blame."

"How am I to blame?" She turned around to look at him and caught the glow in his eyes. He was aroused again. How was that even possible?

"You went after my pants," he whispered and kissed her lips.

Mauve broke the kiss and turned away from him. "Well, I was the only one naked, and it felt as though you were punishing me."

"You’re the one who said I lack patience," he whispered and traced the curve of her neck with his tongue.

"I didn’t say that," she shivered at the sensation.

His fingers moved from her arm to her sensitive nipples, and she could feel him push against her back. He pinched one of them, and she let out a soft moan.

"Jael," she called. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. The words sounded muffled as he had his mouth glued to her neck.

"You can’t intend to do that. I am still sore from earlier."

"Sore, hmm, is that why you’re angry?" He asked.

She could clearly feel his teeth against her nape. Did he want to feed? "I am not angry," she mumbled and leaned back against him so he could comfortably access her neck.

"Then what’s the issue?" He asked as his hands slid down. "You said you were sore, right? Where?" He parted her legs before she could respond. "Here?"

"Jael!" She cried, but it quickly turned to a moan.

"Should I have warmed you up a little more like this?" He moved two fingers in a rotating motion before slipping them in and then simultaneously biting into her neck.

Mauve shook, splashing water out of the bath. He placed an arm around her stomach, holding her in place as he fed and twiddled in her. He pushed his fingers further in, curving it and aiming right for the spot.

"Oh," she cried as she squeezed into him. She tried to keep her legs closed, but he didn’t let her.

Mauve thought she didn’t have it in her to climax again, but she did, calling out his name again. He pulled out the parts he had embedded into her and licked her neck clean until she stopped bleeding.