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to please him, so I nodded frantically.
He released my hands, and I clung to the headboard so that I could
keep my promise. Closing my eyes, I waited to see what Philippe
would do. Seconds later, Philippe s lips resumed their exploration of
my body, kissing and nipping down my chest, all the way to my
abdomen. His hands were never idle, sweeping over every part of me
they could reach.
Much to my dismay, he didn t touch me below the waist, at least
not immediately. I should have become even more frustrated because
of that, but oddly, his calm and natural progression steadied me a
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little. Oh, that didn t mean I was more coherent or in any way less
needy. However, I had the certainty that Philippe would give me what
I craved, and that pushed back the panic that had gripped me.
When I calmed down, Philippe finally proceeded to undress me.
He removed my boots first, but he did so slowly, his fingers lingering
over my soles once the footwear was discarded on the floor. He
massaged both my feet, a caress that should have been platonic but,
somehow, managed to be just as seductive as his kisses and his more
intimate touches. In spite of myself, I found myself relaxing on the
pillows, some of my tension draining out of me at his skilled touch.
And then, Philippe reached for the bindings of my breeches. I held my
breath as he undid them and at last released my aching cock from its
confines.
A few moments passed while nothing happened. I could hear
Philippe breathing, still on the bed with me, his thigh hot against my
leg. And yet, he didn t move. I wondered what he was thinking, what
he expected of me.
I got my answer when he moved over me once more.  You re so
beautiful, Red, he said.  I wish you could see yourself through my
eyes.
I wanted to reply, to tell him that however beautiful I might be, I
would never compare to him. But I couldn t express what I felt in
words, and Philippe didn t wait for me to find coherence. His hand
engulfed my hard cock in a tight, decisive, but careful hold.
He rubbed this thumb over the tip, gathering the pre-cum already
generously leaking from the tip. I whimpered, aching to bury my
hands in his hair, but by some miracle, managing to restrain myself.
My reward came when Philippe lowered his mouth over my dick.
He licked my hard cock from the base to the tip, then stopped over the
glans, drinking in the seeping liquid with a pleased grunt. Slowly, he
started bobbing his head up and down my shaft.
I tightened my hold on the headboard, hoping against all hope that
it would provide me with an anchor in a world that had ceased making
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sense. His mouth, his grunts of enjoyment, and the vibrations they
sent through me coupled with the lazy flicks of tongue and soft,
worshipful suction to form a unique experience I could hardly even
process. It was passionate, carnal, raw, and yet, just as gentle as the
butterfly-light kisses he had given me. It was like our relationship
passionate, but filled with more affection than the time we d spent
together could have warranted.
When my orgasm came, it took me completely by surprise. It
shouldn t have, not with Philippe s ministrations driving me wild. But
it did, perhaps because it flowed over me smoothly, like a hot cascade
of lava that nonetheless managed to soothe away my fiery need. I
couldn t even have explained it myself. All I knew was that the
pleasure reached out to a part of me I hadn t even known existed, one
I d never allowed anyone, not even Philippe, to touch.
As I shuddered through the waves of my climax, Philippe drank
down every drop of my cum. His throat worked my dick convulsively,
making me moan and twitch in response. The flicks of his tongue felt
nearly unbearable on my oversensitive cock, but still, I found myself
hard again or rather, I never became soft in the first place.
Some of the urgency and the panic had faded, though, like the
orgasm had given me a stability I hadn t grasped before. For that
reason, I barely made a sound when Philippe reached for the
nightstand and started rummaging through it. In my experience,
vampires were pretty well stocked in terms of erotic supplies. I d
never actually used any of it, but I was not surprised when Philippe
came back with a vial of oil.
The meaning behind the action wasn t lost on me, though, and I
craved what Philippe wordlessly offered. Oh, I craved it so much.
Gathering every single bit of my remaining strength, I lifted my legs
and exposed my nether opening to Philippe.
My mate made another one of those half-growls, half-grunts, once
more sounding like he was in pain. For all I knew, that could possibly
be the case. So far, he d only focused on me, and not on his own
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