Page 46 of Love Bites

Intense fear.

Desperate need.

Endless starvation.

I stole the negative emotions, pumping him with the power racing through my veins.

And like a dam breaking, I felt his control snap.

He snarled against my throat, digging his fangs in fully.

I moaned at the wave of need that accompanied it, feeling his demanding grip moving across my bare thighs, over my ass, sliding between my legs. His fingers moved through my slickness, and my desperation reached new heights.

“I need you,” I breathed.

My sister and I all had implants that prevented us from getting pregnant, just to be safe, so that wasn’t a concern. And magical beings couldn’t get diseases, so condoms were unnecessary.

Unlike the last time, Damian didn’t have the control to refuse me.

He released me long enough to free his cock, and I felt the head of him against my opening for the briefest moment before he yanked me down over him.

I let out a choked gasp as every massive inch of him filled me, stretching me and hitting every nerve ending I possessed.

I’d had sex before, but this was something else.

Something bigger.

Somethingso much better.

I lost hold of my magic as he moved my hips, helping me ride him harder and faster than I could’ve on my own.

He was still drinking from me, his magic hot and heavy even as it made me feel like I’d finally found the place I belonged.

My first climax built up quickly, and I cried out as I lost control around him.

He made a noise of animalistic satisfaction against me, not releasing my hips or slowing my motions. The man wanted more—demanded more—and I wouldn’t have turned him down if I could.

I was the one who started this.

I was the one who set him off.

And I would enjoy every minute of the ride.

Damian dragged me to the edge of another orgasm quickly, and my gasps of pleasure earned me another sound of satisfaction from the man.

His fangs began retracting from my skin slowly as I approached my third climax, and he fucked me harder and faster.

When I lost control with a scream, he roared against my throat, flooding my channel with his release.

His fangs finally disappeared as we caught our breath together, the electric magic between us fading slowly as we came down from the high.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Damian said, his voice low as he spoke against my ear. His forehead was pressed to my shoulder, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s exactly what a girl wants to hear after the best sex of her life,” I panted, my eyes closed. He was still buried inside me, but I could feel our combined release starting to slide slowly down the insides of my thighs.

It wasn’t a pleasant feeling—but damn, it was an erotic one.

His grip on my bare ass tightened. “That’s not…” He let out a harsh breath. “Not the sex. That was great. But I drank way too much from you. How are you still conscious? How are you feeling?”

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