this."
He pulled cream from her cunt and lifted it to her lips, wiping it across them slowly. "This says otherwise, my light."
He bent and licked the cream from her lips, taking time to kiss her while he was there. Their tongues mated as their bodies soon would. For as defiant as Hannah was, she returned his kiss with passion. He rubbed his cock against her thigh and dry-fucked her leg. She bucked against him, her breathing growing rapid. He wanted to come all over her body and see her glistening with his seed, but he held back.
Her tits bounced, her nipples scraping his chest. The temptation to toy with them was too great to resist. She shook her head as he began kneading her breasts and showering kisses over them. He nipped playfully at her creamy skin, careful not to draw blood for fear of bonding completely with her.
Dragging his hands down her sides, he fought to keep from coming as her body responded to his touch. She whimpered as his face came to just above her pussy. He locked gazes with her. "Submit to me. Tell me that you want me to take you. Show me you'll accept who I truly am, my light."
Shocked by his use of the pet name again and the fact he seemed to be seeking her approval on being born a vampire, Keane moved back onto his knees.
Hannah stared down the length of herself at him and for the first time since he'd tied her down, she smiled. "You don't get it. I want you, but not like this. Not the way you've taken other--" She closed her eyes. "--women."
*
Keane stared around the room and realized he was doing just that. He was trying to objectify her to stay removed from what was happening. He had played this scenario out with human women before, tying them down, fucking and sucking from them. Yes, they enjoyed it, but they rarely lived to tell the tale, and Hannah knew as much. He'd been foolish enough to partially bond with her, allowing her access to his memories.
Parting her legs, he stared down at the sight of her pussy spread out before him. A tiny thatch of hair ran in a strip over her mound. Her clit was swollen and it was easy to see she was excited. He took a deep breath, hoping to regain his focus and do what he did best, use a woman and be done with her.
Her sweet scent filled his head and left his mouth watering with the urge to bite her. His eyes snapped open and he saw how tiny she looked on the oversized bed, how vulnerable she was. It had seemed erotic before, knowing the power he had over the women he bedded. In many ways, it still was, but the difference was he cared how Hannah viewed him.
He glanced at the floor to The Devil coin and knew then it had been a warning to him that this change would occur. Never had he hated himself more. The darkness he carried within wasn't something he could ever rid himself of, nor was Hannah. There would be no disposing of her. No sharing her with his brother.
Tipping his head back, he roared with defeat. She screamed, jerking against her restraints. He sensed her pain as they dug into her tender flesh.
He scrambled forward, leaned over her and touched her bound wrists. He undid them. Lifting Hannah from a bed he and his brothers used often to fuck and suck human women, he drew upon his power, mystically moving himself and Hannah to his personal bedchamber, where no woman had ever been before.
Except for now.
She gasped and he held her closer. "Shhh, you are safe, my light."
Hannah moved her hands down and rubbed her wrists. The red marks on them bothered Keane. He laid her out on his bed and he lifted her wrist, kissing it lightly. "Hannah, I..."
"No," she said, pressing her finger to his lips as she stared around his room. Tears came to her eyes and Keane opened his mouth to speak. She silenced him again and licked her lower lip. "I'm happy, Keane. They're good tears."
He arched a brow. "You are happy I was going to force myself on you?"
“I’m happy you regained control of yourself and didn’t force yourself on me.” She lifted her