(Based off of the novel: Bite at First Sight by Brooklyn Ann

yes I read that book shut up

ALsO reader Is FEMALE obviously)

Your fingers intertwine in your formal wear as you prance across the bookshelf in your chambers. You breathe out, feeling Maven's eyes on your mortal form. He scans the laces on your back, imagining himself pulling them loose. 

The rumble of his rough groans makes your legs turn to jelly as you try to focus on the spines before you. The thought of walking out of the door left your mind permanently the week he took you away. Your neck still tingles at the memory of his teeth bared in your flesh. He took you off of the streets of London with the swoop of a vulture and kept you sustained in his room. Why would he keep a mortal? You haven't the clue. But his company lacks the fiery and wrath you once thought. He is gentle, sarcastic yet filled with passion. You can read him easily through his grunts and eye rolls. 

After months of dealing with his treachery, you learned of your kidnapping. You are one of the only mortals who possess the ability to see past mind control and thought manipulation. You are a key to the tribe of vampires, and if converted, you hold the proper attributions to become a fluent lord. This brought you and Maven together and kisses placed on your lips. His passion grew forward and swallowed you whole once he decided this mortal shalln't be killed like he once agreed.

Your spine straightens at the touch of his palms against your back. His hands are warm as they move down your figure. 

"You feel warmer than usual." You feel foolish by commenting. You knew what his warmth meant, but it is precisely why that you were concerned. Did he begin he undressing you to ready you for bed or in preparation to ravage you?

His fingers rush the buttons on the back of your attire, his torso pulsating like a beating heart. You press your hands up against the wall for balance as he tosses your clothes on the carpet, whispering sweet nothings in an unrecognizable yet seductive language. He rubs comfort into your back, his thumbs pressing into the arch and massaging your stress away.

His wicked lips curve into a smile as shrugs out of his coat, his knees stroking just above your stockings. Your heartbeat quickens as his presence overload your senses. His gentle touches feel more intimate as they linger on your skin. 

You turn around, gasping at his wild, blue eyes. He placed your back against the wall, lips curling back to reveal sharp fangs. Your toes squirm from within your stockings as he brushes his scarred fingers against your exposed thighs. 

"You are as cold as ice, dear. I will have to warm you up." Maven lifts your ass, holding you as he swiftly moves to his bed. The soft silk bellow you feels cold against your skin, making you squirm before he places himself against your body. You can feel his breath against your skin as his head travels down, kissing the backs of your thighs, your hips, and even your collarbone and shoulders. His eyelashes drag against your skin and send your spine tingling. 

Your lips past a small moan as his knuckles rush the undersides of your chest and you unconsciously spread your thighs further for invitation. Maven removes one hand and you watch as he unbuttons his dress-shirt. And as his hot chest presses against your back, one of his hands travels down to caress with your sensitive core. His fingers trail up and down your flesh, fingers growing moist with your fluids. His other hand unbuckles his trousers as his breath grows harsh on your neck. His lips brush against your skin. He's hungry for a bite.

Your mind spins as you grip onto his back, trying to pull him as close to you as possible. There are infinite things you wish to say to him, but your brain is too overwhelmed to form words. This is the feeling of desire you longed for, something you never thought you'd be begging for. 

"Please," you murmur softly, closing your eyes against the pleasure. You can feel his smile as he places his tip against your core. Your lungs ail against his chest as he practically drowns you in ecstasy. "Please," you repeat louder. It was almost a cry, etching him closer to you. He slides himself deeper into you, his fingers reaching up and pulling your hair. 

"Do you want me, dear?"

You nod, hair bouncing against his fingers. He grips onto you tighter. 

He groans, "I need a yes."

"Yes!"

He begins slowly penetrating you, your thighs pressed up against his. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the new, intoxicating fullness. His body brings out moans you didn't know you could muster. You gasp as how quickly he increases speed. His white fingertips trail there way against your neck, almost seeking out a pulse. You never thought you'd be taken by such an intriguing monster. 

As you squeal out his name, he removes his lips from your neck and pulls you into a ravishing kiss. He pushes his body against yours, his inhuman speed vibrating your entire being. You can feel your stomach knotting up as sweet formed at your forehead. His lips dance against yours, biting your lip but preventing the summoning of blood. He held back his hunger and focused his time on pleasuring you, the love of his immortal life. 

You release yourself onto his cock, his hips still rocking as he groans against your cheekbones, the warmth, and tightness of your width sending him over the edge. He can feel the ghost of his heart beating, his undying admiration for you quenching his soul. Without warning, he digs his fangs into your neck. He climaxes with a low growl as your blood started pouring into his mouth. He can feel your pulse from your neck and your core as he withdraws himself from you, collapsing next to you.

You put your hand on your neck, seeing the blood drip down your fingers. Your eyes widen in unrecognizable shock. He wraps his tongue around your fingers and then your neck, licking up any last remaining drop. You feel weak against his dominant touch as he pulls you close. 

Your gut flared with a sense of love you never thought you'd feel before. And as you look down at his smiling form, you almost feel comfort in his home. Would this vampire be capable of loving you back? Will he make the perfect husband, or the perfect father of your children? In an off ting of hope, you wish he would. 

"Maven-"

"Please, my dear, all I want to think about is the pleasure of holding you."