You are mine...

Dexter growled deep in his throat as he tasted her release. She had such a sweet succulent taste as she came for him. He continued teasing her with his tongue drawing out her orgasm till he had drank her last drop. He released her from his mouth and placed her hips back down on the bed, his lips wet from her. 

She sat perched on the edge of the chair, nervous, body tensed and ready to spring up at the first sign of trouble despite her earlier resolve to stick around and see what was going on. Even when you could bounce right back from whatever passed for death, self-preservation was a tough habit to kick. 

Dexter sat down the tool he had in his hand and stepped out of the shadows into Corinna's line of sight. "Its a shame you don't remember our last encounter... it was a very pleasant one." His lips curled into a smile as he remembered her moans underneath him. "If you behave this time it could be pleasant once more." 

Dexter smirked nipping her again before flicking his tongue against her clit, he growled against it making his tongue vibrate as he licked. She tasted like his favorite dish as he fed, drinking in her pleasure. Her body practically radiated it as he touched her, if he was hungry before he wouldn't be after tonight. 

Dexter chuckled deep in his throat as he tasted the sweet nectar that came from her body, this was going to be quite a night. Leaning forward he placed a kiss just an inch from her lips not allowing her to taste him as he kissed his way down her body. Once he reached her inner thigh he paused breathing in her sweet arousal. 

Dexter's eyes fixated on hers as he trailed his fingers from her jawline slowly down her body. His fingers brushed against her hardened nipples which begged to be touched all the way down to the moist triangle between her legs. He paused his hand hovering just above her skin as he watched her. He enjoyed playing with his toys, and she was going to be his favorite of the night. 

Dexter's blackened eyes fixated on hers, his hands instantly gripping her wrists pulling her hands from his chest. "Did I say you could touch?" His voice was deep and dark as he spoke. He pulled her hands above her, smirking as rope tied itself around her wrists and pulled her back on the bed. 

Fae’s eyes twinkled as she took in the sight of his magnificent bed. Her eyes caught on the rope tied to the bed posts and her grinned widened, “Looks like you are indeed prepared.” She turned and walked backwards towards the bed watching him, “Now that you have me here what are you planning to do?”

Dexter's eyes turned pitch black as a wicked grin danced across his lips. She had challenged him and invited him to play, and it was his turn. Within seconds he was in front of her his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her close as his lips hovered dangerously close to hers. 

Dexter’s grin broadened, and Corinna had to wonder if it was even possible for him to smile and not have it look sinister. Probably not, she decided; with the resemblance his face bore to that of a skull, she imagined even the most innocent of expressions would come off that way. 

Dexter watched her with keen eyes as she made her way to the chair. Her movements were timid and soft as she sat down unfamiliar with the dark interior of his tent. He enjoyed the darkness and knew instinctively where everything was so he wouldn't have to light a candle to see around.

Relief flooded Corinna when Dex released her, and she took a couple hasty steps backward to a spot that she hoped was out of his reach. 

Dexter grinned from ear to ear as he reached forward and grabbed her arm pulling her towards the large black tent just down the way. "Trust me it will be fun...." His chuckled and pushed the flap aside on his tent showing a dark interior with a single chair in the center.

"I didn't kill anyone, I built in through the centuries of my life." He watched her trail her hands down his chest with a smile dancing at the corner of his lips. She was eager to see the rest of him, and he was eager to be fed. "This way..." He grabbed her hand and led her up a flight of stairs. Once he reached the top he took her down a long beautiful hallway to the door at the end. There he paused and smiled. "Here we are."

Somehow, his insistence that he’d missed her wasn’t at all reassuring. It was the exact opposite, in fact: Corinna didn’t remember much of their other encounter, but wouldn’t have called any of it something that either would be likely to miss. Maybe, then, he was referring to something after, in that blank space in her head where a memory of the event should have been.

Dexter rolled his eyes and released her from his grip. She should be smart enough not to run, but if she did, it would be a fun game of catch the sinner. His muscles rolled under his inked skin as he moved his arm back to his side. 

She had maybe half a minute to sigh in relief, to think she’d gotten away. And then a hand clamped down on her shoulder and dragged her back out of the shadows of her hiding-place. Corinna let out a short, terribly undignified yelp as her feet nearly went out from under her. 

Dexter's sinister smile stretched across his inked lips. Her little yelp had sent a wave of pleasure through his body, he loved making the sinners scared. His grip tightened on her shoulder as he pulled her close, his face now hovering inches from hers.