Looking into her eyes, Remi ran his finger along Michelle’s mouth.

“I took all your husband’s money, and then I took you from him, too.”

He allowed his gaze to fall to her naked breasts, down her body, to her stomach and farther below.

“To the victor goes the spoils,” she whispered, panting.

“Mmmm… Such a pretty thing, you are,” he said, as his fingertips swirled towards her navel. When he passed it, she inhaled a sharp breath. Her bare pussy lips shone with her juices, and her scent drifted up from the delta of her thighs. “I think I’m going to like playing with you. You’ll come so easily for me, my prize for winning the hands I was dealt tonight. You were chosen for me to indulge in.”

“Remi!”

“Should I do that? Do whatever I want with my beautiful new toy? Oui ou non?” She nodded, as her breathing began to hitch higher. “Open for me, chér,” he growled, as he slid down her body. “Show me what I won.”

Michelle eased her legs apart, as he settled himself between them.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, grasping her by her calves. He pressed them back to make her knees bend. “Like that. See? That’s how I want you, and now you know.”

“Yes, Remi!”

“Do I need to restrain you, or will you stay there?” he asked, trailing a finger to her weeping channel, teasing her with just the tip. “Some of my past lovers were unable to meet my demands...” He flicked his gaze to her face. “...without help.”

“I can handle it!”

Sliding his tongue over her clit, he felt her pulse pounding through her engorged pink flesh.

“We’ll see, chér,” he murmured, before closing his lips around it.

She trembled underneath him when he sucked on her, pulling her deeper into his mouth.

“Ahh!” she cried out, grasping the iron rails of the headboard, clutching them until her knuckles were white.

“Mmmm…”

He closed his eyes, reveling in the sweet taste on his tongue. It was the second-best thing a woman could give him. The first, being her blood, of course. But since The Directive quashed feasts of the sanguinary kind, ordering vampires to limit their intake or suffer the consequences, he satisfied his other urge to the fullest to make up for it.

His cock had been hard since Michelle set his whiskey in front of him at the card table. Brad’s face had reddened in such anger that Remi thought his head might actually explode. Then again, his pat to her ass, as she swished away, didn’t help Brad’s state of mind, either.

All part of the game.

Bringing Michelle home with him? The ultimate victory, and he intended to revel in it.

Michelle thrashed her head left and right, as he increased his assault on her. Plunging two fingers inside her channel, he lifted his face to look at her, as he quickened the pace of his thrusting.

“Shift your hips up a bit and open your eyes.”

She obeyed, showing him her dilated pupils, as he continued pounding inside of her. Her large breasts, with raised erect tips, jostled with each plunge, and her breathing matched his movements in short bursts of air.

“Ahh!” she cried, as her walls clenched, and her thighs shook.

Letting go of the rails, she slapped her hands on the insides of her knees, pressing them against the mattress.

Dropping his head, he flicked the tip of his tongue over her and said, “Don’t let go.”

“Please! Remi!”

“Begging won’t help you, chér.” He withdrew his fingers, which glistened with her wetness, and wagged them at her strained face. “You’re here for my pleasure.” He dipped his head to rub her with the flat of his tongue. “For me to play with until I’m finished.” He descended again. “However long that might take. But it won’t be quick.”

“Oh! God!”

“Lucky for you, what I want right now is for you to come.”

With that, he shoved them back inside her, pummeling her at his vampire speed, as his head lowered, and he ate her with the same fervor. Cupping her ass in his hands, he moved her up and down against his face, pausing to look at her pink flesh as he licked up what she gave to him.

A moment later, her nails dug into her flesh, as she screamed out her climax. Not giving her any chance of recovery, he flipped her over onto her stomach.

“Up on your hands and knees, chér.”

She struggled to get into position, so he lifted her with one hand and grasped her hair in the other, arching her neck back with it. After taking a second to line his cock to her core, he slammed inside her in one thrust to the hilt. Using her bunched-up tresses to secure her in place, he eased himself in and out of her in an undulation of his hips to hers.

“Ahhh!”

“Oui. Nobody’s fucked you as well as I am, have they?”

“No!”

“Brad ever spread you like that, devour you, and make you scream that loudly?”

“No! Just you, Remi!”

She gushed around his length, the sound of their joining a wet one, with some of her juices hitting his skin at the impact of his thighs to hers.

“Yes! God, yes!”

Jazz from the club below his apartment filtered up to mix with the sound of their coupling. A horn blew a strained and forlorn note, as he focused on the feel of his cock inside Michelle’s tightness, watching her response to him. Hardening further, the muscles in his thighs clenched, and he withdrew from her, as he guided her around to face him.

“I drank you, and now you’ll do the same for me.”

She nodded and opened her mouth, taking him inside, and began bobbing up and down. Michelle looked up at him wide-eyed, as she sucked him, while he watched his cock disappear and come back out tinted with the shade of her lipstick.

“Oui, chér! Oui!” he cried, as his climax hit, and his come erupted inside her warm mouth.

He had let go of her before he came, not wanting to force her to do something if she changed her mind. But she stayed where she was, licking over him until his cock softened.

Falling to the mattress, he gathered her into his arms, smoothing the wisps of hair back from her face. Her chest rose and fell with her speeding heartbeat. Remi looked out the window, as thunder rolled in the distance and lightning flashed in the sky. Squeezing her ass, he tipped her chin up.

“Go get me a whiskey.”

“Is it in the kitchen?”

He nodded, and she sat up and stretched her arms out, before standing and padding out of the room. Placing his arms behind his head, he listened to the noises of cupboards opening and closing, as Michelle searched for the liquor and glasses.

Remi hadn’t had a companion for many years. He wasn’t certain whether he would send Michelle back to Brad, like he’d begrudgingly agreed to, or hold onto her for a while. He didn’t blame her for wanting to be with him instead of that sorry excuse of a man. To him, her actions didn’t speak of disloyalty to Brad, but more the recognition of and the taking of what she wanted once she found it. Her years were short. She was smart not to waste them.

She was a sexy thing, perfect to have on his arm when he went out gambling. If she ran off with some other guy, so be it. He wasn’t looking for love.

Turning over the decision to luck, he reached for his jacket, pulled out his deck, and began shuffling, as Michelle came back holding two tumblers filled with amber liquid.

“What’re you doing?”

“Nothing, chér.” He patted the bed. “Come here.”

“You really take your games seriously,” she said, as she climbed in beside him and handed him the glass.

“Lie on your stomach across the bed.”

“Um… okay.”

He scooted over so that her backside was in front of him and dealt two cards, placing one face down on each of her cheeks.

High on that side, she goes. Low, she stays.

Shrugging, unsure if he’d actually follow their dictate, he flipped the one on the left, revealing a ten of spades.

“Hmm…”

In his mind, he began calculating the odds of the opposite being the winner. Slim, but not impossible. More curious as to how it would play out than the bare skin in front of him, he tossed the other over.

Queen of Diamonds

Picking them up, he returned them to the deck and then smacked her behind.

“It’s done.”

Michelle sat up and took a sip of her drink.

“What is?”

“I’m keeping you a bit longer than tonight. That okay with you?”

She nodded, smiling. Leaning in towards her, he brushed her lips with his.

“I’ll take care of you. That, I promise. But don’t fall in love, chér. The cards have my heart.”