Fifty-Two

The actual curse wasn’t the blood, much less the damnation. Liz was my actual curse, she’s been my hell and heaven all these years. She had been my angel back then, but now she was my personal little devil, taking my demon to the seventh heaven, if that was possible, as he got his match. The bastard would coo like a freaking dove every time she was close to us.
Liz’s words still burnt in my mind, and the only thought lingering in my brain was to punish her. I took her soft lips, and there was nothing sweet about my kiss since anger clouded my judgment. It was harsh and rough, meant to punish. I wanted her to feel the pain I felt in my heart, but when she circled my neck and in the middle of all that havoc going on in my head, she pushed herself up, wrapping her legs around my middle, all my rage vanished and I walked with her to the living room, sitting Liz on a counter in front of shelves full of bottles. Even though a firestorm engulfed us, Liz needed some source of heat, and the fireplace had warmed up the place.
“Liz, you may be the light in my soul, but I won’t think twice, before I turn into your darkness if you dare to disobey me again.” I warned, holding her face between my hands and staring at her eyes without a drop of mercy. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Don’t think you have a place to run from me, you don’t! I’ll chase you, find you, drag you back kicking and screaming, and shackle you to my bed.” Listening to my threat, her eyes darkened, almost leaving no room for those sinful lavender irises. The scent of her arousal hit my nostrils full-blown, and my demon wanted her so much I had to leash him.
“I’m not sure about the rest, but I wouldn’t mind the screaming and shackles, Grizzly,” she whispered to me with a devilish smirk on those full, luscious lips. She sneaked her hands under my sweater, touching my skin. My temperature went up, and suddenly my pants were so damn uncomfortable.
“Dragă, I’m being serious.” A groan escaped my throat as I tried to control myself. I was on the verge of losing it, and she knew it. She was a tease.
“Who said I’m not?” The grin on her face was priceless. “You gave me interesting ideas, Grizzly!” The low sultry tone she used altogether with her warm breath on my neck, the way she sucked and pulled at my earlobe with her teeth, was too much for me to handle.
I captured her mouth back in a ravenous, ruthless, and possessive kiss. I had no more duties, no revenge. My focus was on this little devil in my hands, this disrespectful woman making me go up in flames and escalating my fears in a few notches. Liz kissed me back with the same possessiveness, letting me know I was hers, the same way as she was mine. She pressed me closer, grinding herself on me, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, and in the next second. It laid on the floor. Her fingers traveled all over my chest and back, exploring, kneading, playing. My control dissipated when she raked her nails down my back and shudders assaulted me, hardening my cock to the point of torture.
“Liz, I want you so bad I’m beyond pain already…” I ripped her sweater off, and the rags of it ended up close to mine on the floor. The only thing between us was that piece of scrap she wore, hiding those enticing breasts from my view.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry.” She was having a hard time catching her breath as her eyes glinted with emotion. She cupped my face, nuzzling my beard. There were so many emotions in those shining eyes fixed on me I didn’t have words for. “Sorry…” She choked on the word, and I held her to me, trailing soft kisses all over her face, drying the unshed tears from her lavenders.
“I will not lie, dragă, I was so furious with you, I wanted to bend you over my knees and slap that beautiful round ass of yours!” My confession caught her by surprise, but what she said after took my breath away.
“Do it then, I’ve been bad...” I didn’t think I heard it right, and when she unbuttoned her jeans, I saw the gold in my eyes reflecting in her violet ones.
“Don’t you give me ideas, Liz…” A low growl slipped my strained lips.
“I mean it, Vlad.” My blood rolled in thick waves in my veins. “I’ve been disrespectful to you, Grizzly. I deserve it.”
God, I loved that woman. I held my control by a thin thread, and I didn’t know where I got the strength from, but I gripped her to me, and when she realized we were in her bedroom. I put her down, but I claimed her mouth again and again, ravishing it, making love to it. She needed to remember she was mine before I let her be. She was gorgeous, hot and flushed, panting, and staring at me in a way she hadn’t done before.
“Take your pants off and come to me.” I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Her hands flew to the zipper, and without taking her eyes away from me, she pushed them down with excruciating slowness, making me squirm in my place. “If you keep this up, your punishment will be harsher.” She had no shame playing with fire, and she was aware of it. The pants pooled by her feet, and she kicked them away, walking to me only in her panties and bra.
“And now?” She palmed my cheek with such tenderness…
“Lie down, right here.” I tapped on my knees, and she obeyed me, just like a meek lamb.
A beautiful siren laid on my lap. The alluring smell of flowers and berries engulfed me. Electricity ran up my fingers, up to my very own skin when I touched that gorgeous creamy skin. My jeans became a nuisance, and I couldn’t wait to get rid of them. I brushed my palm over her delicate butt cheeks, and my demon purred without a stitch of shame. It was a bitter-sweet torture I was going through…
“Do you know why you are being punished, dragă?” She nodded and tensed in anticipation while my fingers teased her warm flesh. “Tell me.”
“I’ve been disobedient.”
I smacked her hard. She whimpered, and I caressed the mark stamped there, appeasing the pain a bit. That shade of pink suited her, contrasting beautifully with the tattoos on her thighs.
“And…” I managed out in a grunt.
“I’ve been disrespectful to you.”
I swatted her again. Even though she gasped with the pain, her scent became stronger, permeating the room. I soothed it again, brushing my lips over the red area. I scraped my canines on her burning flesh, and goosebumps took over her entire skin. Only then I noticed my canines had lengthened in excitement. She enjoyed what I was doing to her, my naughty little devil.
“Do you want to say something else?” My tongue swiped at the tip of my fangs, and a roar filled my mind when she raised her bottom to me.
“Sorry I said those hurtful things to you, I didn’t mean it.”
I smacked hard into her delightful round butt three more times. She gasped and glanced at me over her shoulders. Those lavenders, bright with tears, stared at my golden ones, straight to my demon. I bent my head to her rosy red cheeks, licking at the swollen marks of my hands at a soothing pace. I grazed my beard on her bruised skin, and uncontrolled shivers took her body.
“Will you obey me from now on?” My tongue traveled along the entire mounds as my hand lazily skimmed up her bare legs. “Are you already wet for me, dragă?” It was a mere whisper in her ear as I kept going up and found that moist haven of hers.
“Vlad…” She writhed, and her desperate moan worked like a bolt of lightning on me.
“Will you follow my rules?” I showered her flushed skin with open-mouth kisses, the tip of my tongue swirling on the hot flesh, sucking and letting go with a pop only to give her a small bite. My fingers found their way to her soft center, reaching for her little bundle of nerves, playing with it and torturing her even more than I was already tortured.
“Yes… Yes, I will… Please!”
“I’ll take that as a promise.” I told her, planting kisses up her spine. Paving a path of fire with the tip of my tongue up to her sinful neck, savoring each of her ragged breaths while I teased her soft folds. Moans filled the room, and her body glowed. Lavender and berries spread in the surrounding air, driving me insane.
“Grizzly!” Liz cried out. Ecstasy flushed her body, and Liz shuddered with pleasure under my wicked ministrations, but I stopped when she was about to tip over the edge. She fell limp on my lap, panting. She peeked at me, frustration and mischief glinting in those eyes as she found her way to my constricted self in my pants, giving a light squeeze. I groaned aloud.
“Naughty woman!” I couldn’t take the jeans on me anymore. I needed out of that confinement.