Chapter 18

Chapter 18

He closed his eyes and, from her entrance to her clitoris, dragged his tongue in one long lick, collecting her taste completely. She closed her legs around his head, moaning again.

Vlad groaned against her skin, a deep, animal sound that reverberated straight into her swollen clitoris. He lost the last bit of control he had still pretended to have.

With his tongue flattened, he pressed against her entire clitoris, licking in slow circles. He sucked hard, pulling the sensitive bud into his hot mouth, releasing it, sucking again, as if he wanted to devour it.

She screamed with pleasure, burying her hands in his hair, gripping him desperately. Her fingers dug into the dark strands, pulling him closer.

"Vlad… please…"

His tongue slid inside her, imitating what his cock would do later, fucking her slowly while his nose brushed her clitoris with every thrust. Then he moved back up, sucking hard, his lips sealed around her clitoris, his tongue flicking rapidly against the exposed tip.

Her whole body trembled; she was close. Her thighs tightened against the sides of his face, trying to close, but he held them open with force. The sound was extremely obscene: the wet suction, his muffled groans against her flesh, her screams she could no longer hold back. He was losing his mind down there.

Her scent intoxicated him. Her taste made him dizzy. He growled low against her pussy. Elena’s hips lifted on their own, grinding against his face, using him shamelessly.

He let her. Let her fuck his mouth while he sucked harder, his tongue relentless, his teeth grazing lightly, just enough to tear another sharp cry from her.

"That… that…" Elena babbled, her eyes rolling back. "Don’t stop… don’t stop…"

Vlad thrust two fingers inside her at once, curling them upward, finding the spot that made her see stars.

The orgasm hit hard. She screamed his name. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, pulsing, squirting a bit of warm pleasure against the palm of his hand. Vlad didn’t stop. He kept sucking slowly, licking every drop that spilled, stretching out the ecstasy until she trembled from oversensitivity and tried to push his head away with shaking hands.

Only then did he lift his face.

His chin and lips glistened with her release. His black eyes were nearly feral, dilated, hungry. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the result of what he had done to her.

Elena lay with her eyes closed against the pillows, panting, her entire body limp, her legs still open and trembling. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes from the intensity of the pleasure.

Vlad slowly moved up her body, bracing himself on his forearms. He stopped with his face inches from hers.

"You came in my mouth," he said hoarsely. "And I’m not done with you yet."

He brushed his wet lips against hers.

"Now breathe," he murmured against her mouth. "Because this was only the beginning."

Elena closed her eyes, imagining what would come next. He remained kneeling between her legs for a few more seconds, his gaze fixed on her exposed, glistening intimacy. Then, slowly, he brought his hands to the belt of his black dress pants. He unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper in an unhurried motion.

She held her breath.

He pulled his boxer briefs down just enough to free his fully erect member. It was thick, long, veins pulsing beneath taut skin, the head swollen and wet at the tip.

She opened her mouth, eyes wide.

"My God…" she murmured, almost voiceless, impressed and a little frightened.

Vlad let out a crooked, predatory smile, pleased with her reaction. He grasped the base of his cock with one hand, giving it a slight upward stroke, shamelessly displaying himself, letting her see exactly what awaited her.

But before he could move any closer, a distant sound reached them: persistent barking. Two enormous Rottweilers patrolling the perimeter of the mansion.

Vlad froze. His head turned slightly to the side, his senses sharpening like a predator’s. He listened beyond the bedroom, beyond the house. The barking wasn’t random; it was focused. Someone—or something—was approaching.

The desire burning in his black eyes turned into something cold and lethal. His smile vanished. His jaw muscles tightened.

He looked at Elena, his face now serious, almost dark. The desire was still there, blazing, but contained beneath layers of fury at being interrupted.

"Sleep, my dear," he said softly, his low, gentle voice clashing with the murderous expression he wore. "I’ll take care of this."

He tucked himself back into his boxer briefs, zipped up, and buttoned his pants. Elena closed her eyes, exhausted by the recent orgasm and the intensity of everything they had experienced.

Vlad stepped off the bed in a supernatural way. Pure hatred crackled in his gaze.

The bedroom door opened on its own as he approached, the old hinges not making a sound. He passed through, and the door closed behind him; the lock turned by itself, sealing the room. The windows and heavy curtains moved as if alive, closing completely, blocking any light or intruder.

He crossed his arms, his body straightening, motionless for a second. Then he began to levitate, his feet slowly lifting from the Persian rug. He descended the wide staircase of the mansion floating, like a shadow, his eyes scanning every corner of the house. He stopped in the entrance hall.

The scent reached him: human sweat mixed with fear, cheap leather from a jacket, gun metal, and something else… sick excitement. A stalker. Someone who had dared to approach the property. Someone who had dared to interrupt that moment.

Vlad tilted his head, his lips curling into a smile that was nothing human.

"You chose the wrong night," he murmured to the emptiness.

The dogs’ barking grew closer and more ferocious. And Vlad began to walk toward the source of the scent, the air around him growing colder.

Whoever was out there had just signed their own death sentence.