Page 21 of Princess Claimed

Crusher moans deeply, and one of his hands shifts to cup my bare ass. Shaking his other arm out of his jacket, that hand slides to my head, and he threads his fingers into my hair. It feels good, sexy, but my focus is on his vein, as my body absorbs energy from this powerful vampire.

His blood tastes better than the richest meat, better than the finest wine, and my body pulses, moving against his chest in pace with my long sucking draughts on his vein. His hand on my ass pulses too, squeezing me, clearly reacting to my feeding, and defying his claims of self-control.

Need builds in my sex, and joy flashes through me, banishing the last trace of my nightmares. Rasputin hurt me, and threatened to do much worse, but he did not kill my desire. He was not able to steal that from me before Phil drove a stake through his heart.

Reaching down, I stroke Crusher through his leather pants, finding his hardness thicker, hotter, and heavier than I ever expected. It moves in my hand, and he groans.

I release my fangs. I want to leave enough blood in his system to power that king-sized cock. My body throbs in anticipation, unsure whether my small body will be able to accept such a large tool. But I want to try, and if we don’t succeed, Blade or Flame will quickly step in to give me what I need.

Fumbling, I struggle to open Crusher’s fly, but his powerful hands lift and turn me, setting me down on all fours. Before I can blink, his fingers are stroking me, probing me, testing my dampness, and I revel in his touch—careful, yet firm, and giving me hints of what other parts of him might deliver.

Crusher’s not just checking whether I’m physically ready—one quick dip of his fingers would demonstrate that. He’s going way beyond appraising my body’s lubrication. He’s paying attention to me, tuning into my reactions and whether or not I’m emotionally ready for this, regardless of what my body is revealing.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy. “Are you certain, after?—?”

“Yes.” His question makes me want him even more, because it’s further evidence that he’s not as detached as he pretends. I am more than a hole to him.

His hot, thick fingers are delivering delicious pleasure, and I moan, rocking back against his touch.

As if annoyed by my rocking, one of his hands stills my hips, as the other explores my sex, touching me everywhere, like he wants to be certain he doesn’t leave a single skin cell unattended. I’m desperate to have a cock inside me but can’t deny that this prelude is beyond fantastic.

But soon, I realize his fingers are avoiding the one place most desperate for attention. Tipping my pelvis against his tight hold, I push myself forward and back, trying to get some pressure against my clit, even the merest touch, but Crusher continues to stroke through my folds, twirling his fingers, making tiny dips into my entrance, but never going where I most want.

He’s driving me insane with need. It’s time to take matters into my own hands.

Bending my arms, I rest my head against the mattress and reach my hand between my legs, touching myself where my body needs.

Crusher’s hands fly off me.

Dropping my hand from my clit, I freeze in shock. Did I ruin this?

Both of his hands grab my hips, and his cock stabs me, pulling my body back and going impossibly deep.

My back arches, and I cry out at the intense pressure, at the fullness and burning pain of his abrupt penetration. Barely stopping to let me adjust, he holds me tightly and continues to press his enormous size deeper inside me. I try to move forward to shift my position, but my body is completely under Crusher’s control.

Seemingly satisfied with his depth, he grunts, then starts to thrust.

My knees and head and shoulders dig into the mattress as he pounds into me, going so deep that I can’t even process how it feels, or whether or not I even like it. At any given moment, it’s impossible to notice whether he’s on the way in or the way out. All I feel is unbelievable fullness and pressure that soon morphs into inconceivable pleasure, radiating from my sex to reach every other part of my body. Every nerve ending inside me is sparking, overwhelmed and exploding with ecstasy as my body yields to his huge size.

“Slower,” Blade calls out, and Crusher reduces his pace.

This feels good too, even more intense now I can differentiate each of his strokes.

The mattress dips. Kneeling around my legs, his solid thighs sandwich mine, pushing my legs tightly together, even as he continues to force my sex open wide with his thickness. I can barely comprehend the contrasting sensations of my sex being squeezed tightly closed by his legs, at the same time I’m being split apart by his cock.

The angle of penetration changes making me moan. His hands and body shift forward as he folds himself right over me. His much bigger body is completely encasing mine now, and I’m certain an outside observer wouldn’t be able to detect my presence under his, or even guess what it is he might be pounding his hips against.

“Slower.” “Be gentle.” “Remember what happened to her.”

Voices drift into the humming inside my head, and my mind barely registers that Blade and Flame are appealing to Crusher, trying to keep him from pulverizing me, destroying me inside and out. But I’m already destroyed. The size and power of his massive cock, combined with his weight, is literally crushing me. Demolishing me. I’m simultaneously imploding and exploding.

But I don’t care. I don’t want Crusher to listen to their voices because, now that the shock has worn off, I’m able to process how my body feels, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. And no way am I ready for it to end. The initial penetration stretched me in ways I never imagined, and now, as he’s compressing and stretching me at the same time, now that he’s squeezing my legs together and stealing my breath with his weight and his thickness, Crusher has claimed me. Fully.

There is no part of me Crusher doesn’t own, no nerve or cell that isn’t fully under his powerful control. Crusher has infiltrated not only my sex, but every part of me, stuffing me beyond capacity, forever changing me, forcing my body to expand to accommodate his size. I know I can’t move. I know I have zero control over what’s happening to me, and yet I’ve never felt so strong. Fresh from the feeding, Crusher’s blood flows inside me, and I’m absorbing the power of this massive vampire who’s above, around, and fully inside me.

His rapid thrusts stop without warning, and his cock stills inside me. Draped over me, his motionless body gives my nerves and muscles a chance to catch up with all the powerful, overwhelming sensations. And although he is still, barely even breathing, his cock is pulsing inside me, seeming to grow larger, and it’s shifting, stimulating me as it presses out against my walls.

“I need to pull out!” he yells, his voice tight.

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