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miranda loved to be in control. needed it, was born to it. since her first baby-sized tiara had been placed upon her head, she’d had the world wrapped around a tiny pink finger, ready to be crushed by a chubby fist whenever she so pleased. and this control was not something she gave up easily.
so liam didn’t know why he was at all caught off-kilter by the jut of her delicate chin as she lay back on the mountain of pillows piled on her massive bed, slim fingers working her cunt. despite the flush of her face and the sheen of wetness that coated her hand and inner thighs, her expression was haughty as she watched his exasperated expression. “don’t you know,” she gasped out, fighting to keep her voice steady. “that it’s rude to stare at a lady?”
he just rolled his eyes, though he could feel a fang biting into his bottom lip, threatening to puncture skin with how tight he was clenching his jaw. as if he could remain truly unaffected by the scent of miranda in heat, or the sight of her splayed out in front of him, pretty and pink and downright edible. “i’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you, my lady. ”
miranda’s eyes narrowed, scanning liam up and down as though he weren’t the same person who had helped her sate her heats in the years they had been courting each other. then, with an almost imperceptible tremble of her lower lip, she pushed herself farther up the bed and raised her hands in surrender. “ fine , if you insist.”
but liam was no animal, contrary to the many depictions of his kind that might’ve said otherwise. he took the time to remove has glasses, placing them carefully on the bedside table, and was on his way to removing his suspenders and unbuttoning his shirt when miranda threw her head back, groaning. “are you good for nothing? your princess has demanded your help, and this is how you respond?” despite her haughty tone, the undercurrent of desperation that laced her words coupled with the way she squirmed had liam’s resolve crumbling by the second. he paused above her, watching the way her bright eyes traced his form. “i do apologize.” he murmured, bending down to ghost his cool lips across her bitten, flushed ones. “but your beauty is that which i have not witnessed in millennia. it would be criminal not to admire you the way you deserve.” his accent, something that had fallen out of the common sphere of english ages ago, slipped into his speech and made her shiver. she adored this, being treated as the princess she was in title and in attitude. and even he, a self-professed poet and wordsmith, did her beauty a disservice every time he attempted to describe it. miranda, beautiful and rosy. miranda, cruel and saccharine in turns. miranda, splayed out beneath him, breath coming in shivering puffs to span across his mouth.
miranda, who made the most delicious sound as he at last kissed her, her arms immediately coming up to wrap around his shoulders and tug him down against her. he couldn’t help but groan as her impeccably-manicured nails bit into his skin through his shirt, a promise of what was to come.
she pulled away only to haul him onto the bed proper, his still-clothed thighs trapping her hips between them and his upper weight balanced on his hands as he gazed down at her. his fangs curled over his lips, making fully closing his mouth a near-impossible endeavor, but nevertheless he found himself leaning down to ghost his lips over miranda’s neck. she shivered, squealing in delight as the cruel tips teased her jugular with enough force to keep both of them entertained. “ liam… ”
“my lady?”
“lie back.”
just as she had commanded, liam rolled off of her and into the piles of pillows reeking of her scent. his back had hardly hit the mattress before miranda was crawling over him, knees resting on either side of his head as she gazed down with a mixture of heady desire and what might have passed for affection. “you’re so cute when you’re beneath me.”
in any other circumstance, the insinuation that liam was beneath anyone would have him bristling– but under miranda’s ravenous gaze and dripping cunt, he found himself perfectly happy serving her in any way demanded of him.
she reached down to seize a handful of his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she yanked hard enough to pull several strands free of the hair tie he usually wore. paying no mind to liam’s reedy, pained moan, her lip curled as his breath ghosted across her oversensitive clit. “ well? serve your princess.”
and who was liam to deny her?
careful of his fangs, he reached up to seize her hips, dragging her down to meet his tongue roughly enough that he knew sugarplum-purple bruises would form where his fingertips were. the thought only spurred him on as he dragged the flat of his tongue up miranda’s puffy cunt, relishing the sound of her sighs before he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
his grip on her hips never wavered even as she arched at the sensation, nearly lifting off of liam’s mouth with the force of her movement. he smiled as he moved off of her long enough to sink his fangs into her inner thigh, groaning as he lapped at the magenta blood that prickled from the punctures. miranda’s hand flew to his hair once again, but before she could pull him back he returned to her cunt, licking her clit hard to elicit another shrieking squeal from her before he pulled her higher on his face to press his tongue against her entrance.
with his tongue buried inside her and her clit bumping against his nose, it didn’t take long at all for miranda to drop her hips, thighs clenching around liam’s head as she rolled her hips against his mouth. “ don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–! ”
laughing against her, liam just moved a hand to press his thumb against her clit, drawing gentle figure-eights on the bundle of nerves as miranda’s cries mounted. one hand tightened in his hair as the other dug into her thigh, nails nearly breaking skin as she sobbed out a ye-s-s-s…! in broken syllables. that was the only warning liam got before she came, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes as she drenched his mouth and chin in her unfairly sweet spend.
she hardly had the presence of mind to shuffle off of liam, dropping into the sheets next to him as she caught her breath. he knew better than to assume that she was sated, taking the opportunity to shed his half-unbuttoned shirt.
he was halfway to asking if she wanted water or a snack before she was kissing him, all teeth and tongue as she dragged him atop her. “you love me, don’t you?”
liam hardly managed a breathy of course as she began to paw at his jeans, fumbling to unbutton and unzip them. “then why are you still dressed?”
laughing, he sat up enough to push his jeans and briefs down his hips, leaning down to kiss miranda as she eagerly looped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in disheveled purple hair. “you’re right, my princess.
how can i serve you further?
”