CHAPTER 13

“How about you? What… is your name?” The question came out before Sela could stop herself. Every time she thought about him after that night three weeks ago, she had been scolding herself for not asking for his name.

She desperately wanted to know his name, especially now that this might really be the last time she'd see him.

However, "I’ll tell you later," was his only reply.

And then he began reading. "‘Come here, baby…’ he uttered as he sat there on the bed, half-naked. His gaze smoldering as he compelled her to approach. And her feet moved. She couldn’t resist. Her heart and body yearned to be near him, consequences be damned. When she stood right before him, he smiled dreamily as he murmured his praises and sweet commands, ‘That’s my good girl. Now, sit on my lap, baby... Yes, I love how obedient you are, Sela.’"

Sela couldn’t stop herself from turning around to look at him. He used her name! Replaced the protagonist’s name with hers! Damn… was he for real?! Could this man get any more fictional!!!

“’I want to touch you… pleasure you… baby,’ he murmured as his fiery lips began to shower kisses on Sela’s nape.” The vampire continued reading, and as he did so, Sela felt him doing exactly what the man in the book was doing. His lips pressed against her nape first and then planted kisses all the way to her shoulders.

It was insane how every little butterfly kiss gives so much pleasure. It was crazy how these words she’d read a few times before sounded a hundred times hotter and sexier now that he was reading it to her. God… they had barely started. They weren’t even passed more than a couple of paragraphs yet and she was already…

“’Do you like this, hm, baby?’ he asked hoarsely as his hand moved to her waist, slipping under her shirt. His palm was so… hot… like magical fire crawling on her skin. ‘Answer me, Sela… tell me you want this…’”

His cold hand was on her bare leg, creeping up under her nightgown and settling on her waist.

Sela shivered at the coldness of his hand against her bare skin. And yet, she wanted more. Her body desired more. So when he read to her that last line, she dumbly answered, uttering the exact same thing the protagonist in the book had replied, “yes, please… don’t stop.”

Her mind and body were already hopelessly seduced, and nothing within her, neither her brain nor her instincts, wanted to protest at this moment. Every part of her just wanted to let loose and savor this dream to her heart's content. This might really be her last opportunity to indulge in such an intensely sensual fantasy, so why hold back?

“’Good girl…’ he praised and then his hand slid higher. He cupped her breasts and when he gently squeezed, Sela let out a soft moan.’”

Sela bit her lip subconsciously as she felt him squeeze her mound ever so gently.

“His skillful fingers teased Sela’s buds, gently at first until he started flicking and pinching. She began to feel her body sing. It hurt a little but she did want him to stop at all. Why was it that she wanted more and more? ‘You like this don’t you, Sela?’ he asked.”

"Yes…" Sela answered once again as if the vampire's words weren't from the book but from himself.

“‘You love the way your pretty little tits are being teased by me, don’t you, Sela?’”

She could no longer hold back the small whimpers as the vampire kept pinching and flicking her nipple. She wanted him to tease the other, neglected bud too, but his other hand was holding the book!

"It appears your other sweet bud is feeling rather neglected," he whispered, and Sela instantly questioned if that line was from the book. "Why don't you hold the book for me, and we can take turns reading? Hm?"

No... those lines weren't in there...

Obediently, her hands rose, and she grasped the book with both hands, eliciting further praise from him.

"Good girl... now proceed and read, Little Dove."

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