Bloodless Desire

Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Seduction of Ink

The following evening brought a suffocating, dense quiet back to the stone halls of Katariz. Analaya spent the day trapped inside her chambers, the memory of their intense friction by the stone pillar echoing behind her eyelids like a persistent fever. Her lower lip still felt incredibly sensitive, deeply retaining the phantom coolness of his index finger. Her stubborn, defiant pride refused to let her cower in the east wing like a beaten animal. She had explicitly proven she could stand her ground, and tonight, she wanted to show the vampire king that his predatory presence could no longer scare her away from his domain.

She slipped into the hand sewn black gothic dress once more, the heavy black velvet bodice grounding her waist with absolute, flawless precision. The rustle of her layered lace skirts cut a confident, slow rhythm as she marched directly toward the master tower.

She found him exactly where she expected. Alejandro sat behind his massive carved desk in the private study, the blue firelight throwing long, sharp angles across his porcelain features. He was completely focused, compiling his historical journals with a smooth, rhythmic scratching of his pen, his short jet black bob framing his face perfectly. When she pushed the heavy mahogany door open, he didn't order her back to her room. Instead, his glowing crimson eyes rose slowly, a captivated, dangerous smirk playing at the corners of his plush lips as he tracked the elegant movement of his own creation draped over her human curves.

"You return to the snake's nest quite early, little bird," Alejandro murmured smoothly, his deep velvet voice rich with that warm, melodic Caribbean lilt. He set his pen down, gesturing toward the open workspace beside his large leather chair. "If you possess this much restless energy, you might as well make yourself useful to my lineage. Sit."

Analaya didn't back down. Instead of walking to the separate chair he had indicated, a sudden, intoxicating surge of absolute confidence took hold of her limbs. She bypassed the leather seat entirely, gliding directly to his side. Before he could even calculate her trajectory, she turned her body and sat directly down onto his lap, her sprawling lace skirts draping over his long, dark silk clad thighs.

The immediate proximity turned the air instantly freezing, yet beneath the silk wrapped stone of his frame, a violent heat ignited. Alejandro went completely rigid, his pen slipping from his pale hand and clattering onto the mahogany desk. His short jet black hair fell slightly over his brow as his crimson eyes flared with a sudden, chaotic shock. He was completely accustomed to total control, but her sudden counterstrike left him trapped in the sheer weight of her gravity.

Analaya liked it. A deep, shameless thrill rushed down her spine as she realized she was entirely dominating the situation, reducing the ancient king to a breathless standstill. She shifted her weight, deliberately wrapping her arms around the broad line of his neck, her green eyes wide and locking onto his plush lips. With a slow, torturous momentum, she began rubbing and rocking her pelvis back and forward against his lap, the heavy velvet of her gown sliding with a desperate friction over his thighs.

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from Alejandro's chest. His large pale hands twitched at his sides, instinctively rising to grip the fabric of her velvet bodice to ground himself against the agonizing pleasure of her movement. As she continued to rock against him, setting a deliberate, punishing rhythm, his head fell back against the high leather of the chair. A deep, guttural groan escaped the back of his throat, dipping into a low, breathless hiss that vibrated straight through her chest.

"Analaya," he choked out, his velvet voice completely unraveled, his Caribbean cadence breaking under the sheer physical torment of her temptation. His plush lips parted fully, revealing the long, sharp white tips of his fangs as they pricked behind his lip out of pure, unadulterated desire.

"Your thesis seems flawed tonight, scholar," she whispered, leaning down until her mouth was mere inches from his ear, her breath a hot contrast against his cool skin. She didn't let up the slow pacing of her movements, her body leaning harder into his chest as she continued to tempt his immortal restraint. No physical boundaries were crossed, no clothes were discarded, yet the absolute authority of her touch held him completely captive in his own tower.