“Stop biting that fucking lip!” With Comte?
le comte rarely cursed. never, really, as he rarely had a reason to and when he did he usually kept it internal to protect his image.
therefore, when he did curse, you knew he was serious. the only problem was, though, that you rarely found it in you to care.
the first warning was a mere hint, a glance at your lips and a shake of his head, but you feigned confusion, slowly scanning his face with your eyes before turning back to your book. the second time, it was a bit clearer, when he leaned over and brushed over your bottom lip with his thumb to move it, which he did, but as soon as he turned away you gently tugged it between your teeth once more.
le comte de saint-germain was a patient man, generally, but he knew you well enough to know that you understood exactly what you were doing, and your only goal was to push him to the limit of his patience. it was working, but he didn’t particularly want to give in to you. he would rather hear you say what you wanted than play the dangerous game of teasing a vampire further than either of you could handle.
“you really shouldn’t bite your lip like that, ma cherie.” he crooned darkly, voice laced with a threat you knew all too well. “you could hurt yourself.” the double meaning in his words had you shuddering, but you once more feigned innocence and looked at him with poured lips; clearly pink and slick from the constant biting.
“i’m not biting my lip, comte. don’t worry.” you smiled a bit before looking back down at your book. you knew exactly what you were doing to him. and therefore, you bit your lip again.
in seconds, you were on your back, your book strewn over the back of his loveseat to land on the floor somewhere. his eyes were blown dark with lust as he narrowed them down at you, fingers pinning your pretty wrists above your head.
“my naughty girl, it seems i’ll have to punish you. maybe this time you’ll learn to use your words for what you want, or face the consequences later.” he wasn’t smiling as he spoke, as his fangs teased the crook of your neck and you shivered. he pulled back, leaning to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“i hope you can handle it, ma cherie. i won’t hold back.”