Page 94 of Craving Her Vampire

“Don’t stop,” he says. “Daddy wants a close-up view.”

I’m going to burst. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He feathers open-mouth kisses up the inside of my leg. “A little longer. I want you to come when I give you my real cock.” He licks the sensitive skin where my thigh meets my pussy, once, twice, and then licks my thumb on the top of the toy.

I melt.

My hand jerks to a halt.

“Pet, I didn’t say to stop,” he warns, his breath floating over my wet fingers. “Yes, love,” he says when I thrust. “Beautiful.”

“Please, Daddy.” He nudges the toy with his nose, and I comply, bending it back. “Micah,” I cry when he sucks on my clit.

“I want you to come,” he says, yanks the toy out, lunges, and slams home. “Now,” he growls.

All the buildup rushes over me with his permission. “Daddy, yes.” I desperately grab his arm as he covers me completely.

“Yes, pet,” he hisses, the slap of our hips pushing me up the bed. His hand palms the top of my head. “Your hot pussy loves my cock.” I thread my fingers through his hair as my orgasm rolls over me, my mouth open in a silent scream.

I have never felt such a consuming desire. He continues to ride me through it, thrusting quickly. My breasts slide against his chest, my nipples rolling across his skin, adding to the pull in my stomach.

“Daddy, Daddy,” I whisper when it eases but doesn’t end, bubbling, ready to erupt again with every slide of his cock.

“My pet,” he whispers back, nipping my jaw. “I want another. Give Daddy another one.” I start to shake my head but stop when it starts to build again.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say instead.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Your pussy is hungry for Daddy.”

“I will always be hungry for you,” I groan as he speeds up.

“Fuck, yes.” He cups my jaw, his fingers on my cheek. “Are you willing to be tied to me forever?”

I look into his eyes. “Yes.”

“You want to complete the bond?”

“I do.”

“You will be mine, and I will be yours,” he says, removing his hand only to bring them to his mouth. “Drink my blood, and come while you do,” he demands, his teeth dropping and tearing into his finger.

“Yes, Micah,” I say eagerly. His hips increase their motion, and he holds his bleeding finger to my mouth. I part my lips and suck the digit inside along with the blood of my vampire mate.

“Good, pet,” he says and drops his head. I revel in his taste and start to come.

The air is electric, the magic of our bond pulsing in the air, and he strikes. His teeth slide into my neck, his beard rubbing against my electrified skin, and a push and pull begins. Iphysically feel his venom flowing into my body while he takes my blood. At the same time, I feel his hot come hitting the walls of my pussy.

So many sensations. The warmth and taste of his blood. The satisfaction from his release inside me, of his come and his venom. A rush of belonging to another begins; his feelings are somehow mine. My coyote is ready to become something new, different, and tied to him.

Micah rips his mouth away, my blood on his teeth, his eyes glowing. He gradually slows his thrusts and then stops. He takes away his finger and opens the cut again, this time dripping his blood into my open mouth. I swallow, and his life rolls down my throat.

Everything is in slow motion.

“I love you, Daisy,” he says, dipping his head again and taking his hand away. This time he bites my breast, sucking and pushing.

My mouth can’t form the words back to him. I watch from under my lashes as he pulls away again and then pulls out. I want to reach out to him, but my arms don’t obey my commands, and he moves down my body.

His teeth enter my thigh. More of the same.

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