thinking about your vampire!lover who’s as possessive as they come…
“you know…” he started, trailing off ever so slightly. his eyebrows were tightly-knitted, showcasing his frustration more than his tone did, “i think you like pissing me off.”
you couldn’t hold back your scoff at that. of course that was his role— the brutish man ever provoked by his promiscuous lover.
the way you turned in your heels was every bit of disrespectful, red pumps courting the ground in rapid, powerful steps. he followed closely behind, pulling at his tie that was nearly choking him now.
“oh, please,” you retorted, bitterness lacing your tone, “take some fucking responsibility for yourself.”
you rarely ever swore at him, but tonight was the exception. he had pushed just a little too far.
“watch your tone,” he warned from behind you, voice just a tad bit more menacing and much closer than it had been before.
normally, you would’ve heeded his warning…given into the silence and allowed yourself to calm down. but you just couldn’t. not after the scene he had caused.
“just stop fucking talking to me.”
before you could take your next step, his hand was around your neck, pulling you flush into him. the material of his silk suit cascaded over the exposed skin of your back, outlining every ridge and crook of his body against your’s. he was ripe and hot with anger, his pale skin scorching as much as the obsidian ring that was digging into your jugular.
his other arm snaked to rest across your stomach, limb holding you so firm that even an exhale was a bit difficult. his hair had come undone, failing to his shoulders in unkempt waves that brushed against your’s face and tickled. it would’ve been endearing— this position— had it not been for the his nearly primal snarling.
“let me remind you of something, my love.”
his face dropped towards your neck, nose breathing in your scent first, followed by the linings of his fangs next. your body spasmed in response— a mix of terror and excitement all the same.
“you are an extension of me,” his words were slow and pointed, chaste kisses accompanying them, “i created you with the sheer power of my soul.”
“i have gifted you a strong mind,” a pause, and then a series of small, surface level bites followed suit, “a youthful body, and a bountiful heart.”
his breathing was intense now, ragged and heavy as if the sheer fact that he had to assert himself this way was pissing him off.
“i have given you a life others dream of-“
“i never asked for it-“
“and yet, it’s your’s. that’s all that matters.”
his grip around your neck grew tighter. his presence was all but consuming you like this, weakening every fight you tried to put together under it’s sheer weight.
“you are mine,” he continued, drawing his tongue around a particularly subtle valley on your neck.
“despite all the freedom i afford you, you must not forget this— till the day the world ends— till the day the heavens forgive this curse we’ve been bestowed— i own you…”
he was silent for the next few moments, relishing in how your once stagnant blood began to pulse under the pressure he applied. his other hand slipped from it’s place at your stomach to rest between your thighs, the material of your dress resting over his wrist all the while.
you recoiled instinctively, to no avail, falling further into him in spite of your efforts to get away.
“…and you will not speak to me that way.”
and with that, he finally dug in, teeth accosting your skin like the sharpest of daggers.
you weren’t sure how long it was before the pain morphed to pleasure, but by the time he was finished with you, all that you could remember was the taste of yourself on his tongue. that, and the sentiment he had so readily asserted: you are his.
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