Niklaus's touch was pure magic, a firestorm igniting a symphony of sensations deep within. Pleasure, unlike anything ever experienced, bloomed where his thumb danced. This, this was what Florian had whispered about in hushed tones, forbidden acts exchanged between lovers. Never, in her wildest dreams, could she have imagined this would be with Niklaus, her master, the man who held her life in his cold, powerful hands.
A gasp escaped her lips as his thumb ventured beyond the sensitive bud, gently rubbing the entrance to her most intimate folds. Discomfort flickered, a fleeting sensation overpowered by the blossoming bud. He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Tight, little flower," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "A virgin bloom for the taking."
Suddenly, a sharp prick on her bottom sent a jolt through her. Niklaus's fangs had sunk into her soft flesh, drawing forth a gasp. But even the pain was laced with a strange sense of pleasure, a tingling warmth spreading from the bite. He continued his ministrations, his thumb moving with a practiced ease inside her, a hard, fast rhythm that banished the initial discomfort.
A wave of pleasure, unlike anything ever imagined, crashed over her. Her body convulsed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she arched back, clawing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor herself. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors, Niklaus's thumb a beacon guiding her towards a blissful oblivion.
The climax hit her in a glorious crescendo, a shuddering wave that ripped through her core. Niklaus retracted his fangs, a scarlet bead clinging to his pale lips. He sucked it clean, his obsidian eyes burning with an intensity that both terrified and excited her. His thumb continued its relentless dance, even as the tremors subsided, a single scarlet bead adorning its tip.
"Turn around, little flower," he commanded, his voice a husky whisper against her ear. "Two fingers this time. It'll hurt less, but we need some preparation before I claim you fully."
The thought of two fingers sent a wave of panic through her. One had been… different, a new kind of pain intertwined with an intoxicating pleasure. Two? How could he possibly fit two inside?
As instructed, she turned, offering her back to him. Niklaus widened her legs, his dark gaze scanning her exposed vulnerability. His fingers, cool against her hot skin, circled the entrance to her core.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice laced with a hint of impatience. "The tighter you are, the more it will hurt."
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His tongue, bold and demanding, mirrored the forceful intrusion of his finger. It pushed inside, not all the way, but enough to send a fresh wave of pain and pleasure arcing through her.
He teased the second finger, slowly easing it towards the entrance. A gasp escaped her lips as it breached her, the sharp pain causing her to bite down on his bottom lip. He swore under his breath, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Easy there, little flower," he growled, a low rumble in his chest. "Don't draw blood yet. We haven't even begun."
He continued with his exploration, one finger moving within her slowly, the other teasing at the entrance. The pain morphed, becoming a dull ache overshadowed by a building pressure deep within. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears mixed with a strange, intoxicating pleasure.
The bite wound on Niklaus's lip vanished in a blink, a testament to his vampiric nature. His breath hitched as he pushed the second finger inside, a low growl escaping his throat. "So tight, little flower," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Like a velvet vise."
The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious agony that stole her breath. Images flooded her mind, stolen glances of Florian's anatomy fueling a blush that burned across her cheeks. Could Niklaus, with his imposing presence, truly fit something so… immense inside her?
A shiver ran down her spine as Niklaus whispered reassurances into her ear, his voice a soothing balm against the storm of emotions raging within. He continued his ministrations, a slow, deliberate dance that stretched the boundaries of her pleasure and pain. Each withdrawal left her yearning for his touch, each insertion a jolt that sent shivers cascading through her.
He captured a bud in his mouth, his lips warm and surprisingly gentle against her sensitive skin. A gasp escaped her lips as he suckled with a fierce intensity, mirroring the tormenting rhythm of his fingers.
"Come for me, little rose," he growled, his voice a husky command laced with a hint of desperation. "Show me how much you crave me."
Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of pain and an overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her whole. His words, a possessive claim disguised as an order, sent a jolt through her. Niklaus, this powerful, terrifying man, desired her? The thought was intoxicating, a forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach.
And then, it happened. A dam within her seemed to burst, a wave of pleasure so intense it ripped a scream from her lips. Her body convulsed, arching off the bed as her core pulsed with an echoing satisfaction. Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of release and the fear of what was to come next.
Niklaus stilled, his fingers hovering at the entrance. Her fear must have been evident on her face, for a flicker of amusement crossed his features. "Worried about the big bad wolf, little flower?" he teased, his voice surprisingly gentle as he brushed away a stray tear.
The fear gave way to confusion. He was letting her… lead? This powerful man, used to giving orders, was surrendering control for her sake? It was a gesture so unexpected, so tender, that it brought fresh tears to her eyes.
"There's no need to rush, sweet thing," he continued, his voice a low rumble. "We have all night. Tell me when you're ready."
His words held a surprising tenderness, a stark contrast to his usual arrogance. And in that moment, a seed of something new, something unexpected, blossomed within her – a feeling that went beyond fear and desire, a nascent trust in the man who held her heart, quite literally, in his hands.
A hesitant nod escaped her lips, a silent plea wrapped in a veil of vulnerability. Niklaus chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "That won't do, little flower," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Tell me you're ready. Speak the words."
His gaze held hers, a dark intensity that both terrified and excited her. The air crackled with unspoken desires, a silent battle between her fear and a burgeoning sense of trust. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, "I'm ready, Niklaus."
The sound of his name on her lips, a name once uttered in hushed tones of fear, now held a new meaning. It was a surrender, an offering of her innocence to the man who had become the center of her world.
A predatory glint flickered in his obsidian eyes. "Good girl," he rasped, his voice a caress against her ear. "But whispers won't do. Shout it, little flower. Let me hear your desire echo in this room."
Her cheeks burned with a blush, but a newfound boldness replaced her usual shyness. Leaning into him, she met his gaze, her emerald eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. "I want you, Niklaus," she declared, her voice stronger than she ever thought possible.
His lips curved into a predatory smile, a flicker of possessiveness crossing his features. "That's what I like to hear," he purred, his voice laced with a dark amusement. "But wanting and having are two different things, little rose. Are you sure you're ready for what comes next?"
His question hung heavy in the air, a challenge disguised as concern. Her fingers tightened on the sheets, the memory of the exquisite torture his fingers had inflicted both terrifying and exhilarating.
"I… I feel so full with your fingers inside me," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
He chuckled, a low, sensual sound that sent a jolt through her. "Full, but not complete, little flower," he countered, his voice a husky promise. "Trust me, you'll feel a whole lot more… satisfied once I'm truly inside you."
His words, laced with a possessive edge, sent a heat wave through her core. The thought of him, filling the emptiness within her, was both terrifying and undeniably appealing. In that moment, she knew she was no longer the innocent girl who had arrived at his doorstep. This man, this powerful, arrogant vampire, had awakened a fire within her, a yearning for a connection that transcended fear. With a trembling breath, she nodded, a silent surrender to the intoxicating storm brewing within her.
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