Chapter 402: A pretty title
Sensing her conscious slipping away, Silas bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before bending down to put his tongue inside her mouth.
As he had hoped, Arabella ingested the drops of blood, immediately yielding the desired effect.
Her gemstones turned as sharp as they brightened, locking onto his diamonds with renewed vigor.
Her arms fought for freedom once anew, but that remained unchanged. Silas did not allow her hands to roam outside of his grasp.
The lungs in her chest awoke from the slumber they threatened to fall into, pumping air in and out of her to keep up with the demands of her heart, brain as well as the rest of her organs.
The whimpering resumed with a higher intensity as her body bounced up and down due to the drilling he subjected her to.
As it seemed, Arabella regained her senses just in time to become aware of the throbbing his cock did while ravishing her hole.
"Oh my god!" she screamed.
"Keep it together for me, can you do that, my love?" he articulated without stopping.
In response she nodded, offering him a little pout that did nothing but fuel his itch to further batter her bottom.
Seconds turned to minutes that stretched their perception of time. Not that they cared much for that since they were too busy melting in each other’s warmth.
But soon Silas’ crazed frenzy reached its peak when the tension governing his muscles grew near impossible to regulate.
The man brought his face close to hers once more, but so suddenly that she flinched. His hand gripped her throat again, prohibiting just the perfect amount of air to push her over the edge with him.
In the heat of things, he decided that it wasn’t enough, that he needed to go further and so her bouncing tits looked like the perfect tool to reach his goal.
He sucked her nipple in his mouth and abused it to his heart’s desire before moving to the second and repeating the same dance again.
It took him a lot of willpower to hold off until she squirted all over him for the second time in a row.
That stood as his signal that he was finally free to release his seed inside her with one final, strong thrust.
Time was for breathing after that. Silas allowed himself to fall over her without putting his full weight on her chest.
"Care to explain yourself now?" he whispered in her ear.
To which she simply replied, "I was upset,"
"Are you still upset?"
"No," she shook her head, effectively rubbing her face and hair in his neck.
"Can you stand on your feet?" he asked after putting delicate kisses on her temple and forehead.
Silas rose to his full height, lifting her along with himself.
"Yes, I think I can, especially since I still have your blood in my system," her eyes focused on her legs as she tried to balance herself.
"Turn around," he ordered, "I’d like to see if I left any bruises on you,"
"Oh...," but she froze in place, eyes open wide.
"What is it? Are you in pain?"
"No, it’s leaking," she looked down at herself.
"Good!" he grinned, "Now, turn around and bend over the desk for me,"
Arabella obeyed, but not without pouting which got a chuckle out of him.
"The sight of my semen dripping down your legs is...," he groped her ass cheek and pulled it apart from its twin in order to get a better, fuller view of the slit between them.
Silas never finished his sentence, but his front teeth got a hold of his bottom lip.
His finger then traveled down then came back up, wiping the line of white cream that trickled along her inner thigh, "There is no bruising. That is good," he sighed before putting his lips right on her butt for a kiss.
"You do not wish to see bruises of your making on my body," she half asked after the shudder he’d stolen from her.
At those words, Silas straightened his stance, lifted her from the desk for the second time to look her in the eyes, "Why would I want that?"
Her right shoulder rose to display a shrug, "My trainer stated that some men get more aroused either by inflicting such marks onto their partners or at least, by the prospects of doing so,"
"Would you like to see bruises of my making on your body?" he threw the question back at her.
"No," she said simply, shaking her head.
"Then neither do I,"
The vampire maintained eye contact while taking his vest off and wrapping it around her shoulders.
"I will send for another dress to be brought here. This one is... Slightly out of commission," he picked at the torn fabric that still hung around her sleeve.
"Well, that would be something to explain," her eyebrows shot up her forehead.
"You are the Lady of this house," he looked her dead in the eyes, "You don’t owe anybody any explanation,"
Arabella could do but smile. Those were the exact words Ada had uttered that same morning. She was the Lady of the house, and it wasn’t just a pretty title.
Though speaking of Ada, "Yes, perhaps not to servants, but to friends, yes," she chuckled.
"I cannot help you with that then, but," his hand went around and gave her ass a little tap, "I still would like to know what it was you were so upset about that you... Started this,"
"I...," she looked away, "I suppose we can talk about this once I am fully, appropriately clothed and also stop leaking,"
True that. It was a tad hard to take her seriously in that thrice oversized vest wrapping her. The semen escaping down her legs did not help that effect one bit.
Cloth in hand, Silas bent onto one knee to wipe at the mess he left in her. From time to time, his eyes would flicker up to meet hers.
In pure silence they remained all the while waiting until his order for undefiled garments was fulfilled.