Yvette's Haven
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“Go away,” Haven yelled back and withdrew from Yvette’s sheath only to plunge deeper with his second thrust. Fuck, she was tight.
“If you’re not coming out, I’m coming in there!” Wesley’s threat made him stop for a second and stare at Yvette.
“Your choice,” Yvette said in a low voice only for him to hear. “But if you stop now, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever get another chance at fucking me.” Despite her nonchalant look, Haven knew she wasn’t indifferent about the outcome of their little tryst. She wanted this to continue just as much as he did, and she wasn’t fooling him or anybody else.
He tsked. “I’ve made you spread your legs once, I can do it again,” he teased. Her reaction to him had been so passionate, he’d never been so certain in his life that they would continue what they’d started.
Suddenly she pushed against him, his cock dislodging in the process. Her eyes narrowed, and she dropped her legs to the floor before pushing him away from her in earnest. “You arrogant prick! I spread my legs when I want to, not when you decide it.”
She tugged on her dress, shimming it down her thighs. “We’re coming out,” she yelled toward the door and turned away from him, reaching for the handle.
“No, we’re not!” Haven’s hand slammed against the door, just as Yvette had turned the handle.
Her furious glare hit him as she pivoted to face him. “You can’t keep me in here against my will!”
Haven took one step and pressed her back against the door once more. “Can’t I?”
Before she could answer, he captured her lips and kissed her. This time, there was nothing gentle about the kiss, nothing tentative. He’d establish right now that she wasn’t going to escape him.
***
Screw him! Damn Haven that he could make her body turn traitor even when she was mad at him. And she was hopping mad. The arrogant prick thought just because she’d allowed him inside her, he was suddenly in charge. As if he believed himself superior. Like she was simply the weak woman, who’d submit as soon as the big bad bounty hunter and vampire slayer willed it so. Who did he think he was? He had no right to demand anything of her—and she alone would decide if he could fuck her later or not. Haven was not the boss of her.
Unfortunately, he was doing a pretty good job with kissing her into submission. But she wouldn’t let him get the upper hand. She would fight with everything she had. She couldn’t allow him to have any power over her, because she knew how things like that ended. Particularly in their case: Haven already had a low opinion of her, and his callous words that he could make her spread her legs for him whenever he wanted only confirmed that he had no respect for her. He would use her and then toss her aside like a used candy wrapper. But she wouldn’t allow it. No, she would be the one tossing him aside when the time came, but not until she’d made him completely and utterly besotted with her. Payback was a bitch, and Yvette knew a lot about bitches.
There was only one way to achieve her goal of turning the tables on him: give him ultimate ecstasy and make him hunger for more, then deny him what he wanted most. He wasn’t the first man she’d turned into putty in her hands, and he wouldn’t be the last.
Ripping her mouth from his, she pulled out of his embrace. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips full and moist. When she dropped her gaze to his groin, she saw his magnificent cock still standing erect. With vampire speed she grabbed his shoulders, turned him and pressed him against the door. Starting now, she’d be in charge.
“What the—”
But Yvette didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead she dropped to her knees, bringing her mouth level with his cock. A glance up at Haven’s face brought her in contact with his surprise, which in an instant turned to red hot desire.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered.
Yvette took his heavy shaft into her palm and stroked along its smooth underside, before she guided it to her mouth and licked over the purple head. Pre-cum had already oozed from him, and she lapped up the salty drops, flattening her tongue over the slit, pressing gently.
Haven’s head dropped back against the door as he hissed out a low breath. Yvette let a smile curve her lips. It wouldn’t take much to make him pussy-whipped. Her only problem now was how she’d stop herself from enjoying this so much. Because licking pre-cum off him was making her womb clench with desire.
Yvette gripped his cock by the root and, forming a perfect o with her lips, she slid down on him to take him into her mouth. He was big, his erection instantly hitting the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles, trying not to gag and pulled back an inch until she felt Haven’s hands on her head.
“If you’re not coming out, I’m coming in there!” Wesley’s threat made him stop for a second and stare at Yvette.
“Your choice,” Yvette said in a low voice only for him to hear. “But if you stop now, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever get another chance at fucking me.” Despite her nonchalant look, Haven knew she wasn’t indifferent about the outcome of their little tryst. She wanted this to continue just as much as he did, and she wasn’t fooling him or anybody else.
He tsked. “I’ve made you spread your legs once, I can do it again,” he teased. Her reaction to him had been so passionate, he’d never been so certain in his life that they would continue what they’d started.
Suddenly she pushed against him, his cock dislodging in the process. Her eyes narrowed, and she dropped her legs to the floor before pushing him away from her in earnest. “You arrogant prick! I spread my legs when I want to, not when you decide it.”
She tugged on her dress, shimming it down her thighs. “We’re coming out,” she yelled toward the door and turned away from him, reaching for the handle.
“No, we’re not!” Haven’s hand slammed against the door, just as Yvette had turned the handle.
Her furious glare hit him as she pivoted to face him. “You can’t keep me in here against my will!”
Haven took one step and pressed her back against the door once more. “Can’t I?”
Before she could answer, he captured her lips and kissed her. This time, there was nothing gentle about the kiss, nothing tentative. He’d establish right now that she wasn’t going to escape him.
***
Screw him! Damn Haven that he could make her body turn traitor even when she was mad at him. And she was hopping mad. The arrogant prick thought just because she’d allowed him inside her, he was suddenly in charge. As if he believed himself superior. Like she was simply the weak woman, who’d submit as soon as the big bad bounty hunter and vampire slayer willed it so. Who did he think he was? He had no right to demand anything of her—and she alone would decide if he could fuck her later or not. Haven was not the boss of her.
Unfortunately, he was doing a pretty good job with kissing her into submission. But she wouldn’t let him get the upper hand. She would fight with everything she had. She couldn’t allow him to have any power over her, because she knew how things like that ended. Particularly in their case: Haven already had a low opinion of her, and his callous words that he could make her spread her legs for him whenever he wanted only confirmed that he had no respect for her. He would use her and then toss her aside like a used candy wrapper. But she wouldn’t allow it. No, she would be the one tossing him aside when the time came, but not until she’d made him completely and utterly besotted with her. Payback was a bitch, and Yvette knew a lot about bitches.
There was only one way to achieve her goal of turning the tables on him: give him ultimate ecstasy and make him hunger for more, then deny him what he wanted most. He wasn’t the first man she’d turned into putty in her hands, and he wouldn’t be the last.
Ripping her mouth from his, she pulled out of his embrace. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips full and moist. When she dropped her gaze to his groin, she saw his magnificent cock still standing erect. With vampire speed she grabbed his shoulders, turned him and pressed him against the door. Starting now, she’d be in charge.
“What the—”
But Yvette didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead she dropped to her knees, bringing her mouth level with his cock. A glance up at Haven’s face brought her in contact with his surprise, which in an instant turned to red hot desire.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered.
Yvette took his heavy shaft into her palm and stroked along its smooth underside, before she guided it to her mouth and licked over the purple head. Pre-cum had already oozed from him, and she lapped up the salty drops, flattening her tongue over the slit, pressing gently.
Haven’s head dropped back against the door as he hissed out a low breath. Yvette let a smile curve her lips. It wouldn’t take much to make him pussy-whipped. Her only problem now was how she’d stop herself from enjoying this so much. Because licking pre-cum off him was making her womb clench with desire.
Yvette gripped his cock by the root and, forming a perfect o with her lips, she slid down on him to take him into her mouth. He was big, his erection instantly hitting the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles, trying not to gag and pulled back an inch until she felt Haven’s hands on her head.
