Page 42 of Undying Thirst

Stupid tears welled to blur him. I blinked and they rolled down my numb face. His bowlike lips stiffened into a thin line. His hand around my neck flexed, then I went flying and landed on my back with a hard bounce, the mattress squealing with protest upon my landing. He sprang on top of me, sneering into my face.

Weight settled over me and I struggled to expand my chest. Jax took hold of my wrists, slamming them beside my head. I clenched my hands so hard that my fingernails dug into my palm. The furious vampire was so damn large. His wide torso hovered above me, and his chin was pointed down as he sneered at me.

Jax’s weight settled between my legs, so heavy that he forced them to splay apart. Pressure on my clit spiked lust through my veins. I gasped, my eyelids fluttering. Oh God, their violence was an aphrodisiac. Everything about them turned me on. It was a truth I couldn’t hide from after accepting my twisted desires.

He rose higher onto his hands, pinning me more securely as he rose over me. His movement rubbed against my core. A whine crawled up my throat, but I kept it contained. The desire flushing my face and body was embarrassing enough in the face of his demeaning expression. His nostrils flared and a muscle jumped in his jaw.

“You like that? Needy little human?” His teeth flashed, his perpetual fangs extending. “You’re sopping wet, aren’t you.”It was more of a statement. “I can smell you.” His eyelids lowered, blocking half of his deep blues. Ecstasy played over his expression.

His hips moved and the hard bulge at the apex of his thigh flared pleasure through my clit with each of his grinding thrusts. The pants needed to go. I whimpered, still trying to move against him, though it was pointless.

The gyrations curled through my limbs with delicious temptation. I moaned, trying to move, but he kept control of me.

I panted, arching my hips to push my aching clit against him. His sinfully strong body that could fuck me hard. Having his skin against mine—I craved it. I wanted to sink my fingers into his short hair, but he didn’t let me loose despite my attempts.

Submitting to his dominion, I lay limp under him.

“More,” I begged.

His eyes turned red in the blink of an eye. Jax struck his teeth into the swell of my breast with such violence that I screamed. Tears flooded my eyes, but they quickly turned into ones of pleasure. A long suck of my breast had me writhing for more, trying to arch my spine to get him to continue sucking. With him inched over my chest, his torso settled between my legs, my thighs wide.

He hummed, the vibration tingling to my nipple. His weight slightly shifted and he held my ribcage.

I panted and my breasts pushed against the curve of the whalebone adorning the top. One jostle would expose me completely. A shiver trembled up the large vampire’s body as a rush of feminine power heightened my lust. I made him feel that way, not Imogen. His tongue flicked across the bite, the warm lave inciting another gush of moisture. I lifted my hips, grazing my needy core against his hard abdomen. When he lifted, he no longer had the red irises.

“Never speak of Imogen.”

The threat sliced through me and nasty emotions surfaced. My face heated up and I curled my fingers into a fist, desperately trying to yank free from his shackle-like hands that had yet to release me. Unbelievable fucking vampire.

Despite my irritation, his hips slamming against my core flared lust to the forefront. I wanted him to want me like that. To only desire me.

The way he was with me before he thought I betrayed them. At this point, I may as well have done it. It was the cruelest of realities.

“Why?” I said between pants, grinding my wet core against him. The mix of frustration and jealousy melding together to create a perfect storm of I-should-have-kept-that-thought-in-my-head. “She’s dead.” My panties were a damp mess. If only I could get the clothes out from between us to feel his smooth shaft.

He bared his distended fangs then gripped my hips, turning me in a smooth motion. I landed face down on the mattress. My skirt pooled at my waist and in seconds my panties were gone.

I braced my forearms under me. There was a rustling sound behind me and then Jaxon grabbed my thighs, securing them around his hips, simultaneously lifting and spreading my legs to the point that it hurt. He held me suspended and poised.

“What—”

He slammed his cock into my channel and his thighs slapped against mine. I jolted forward, losing balance as my cheek flattened on the mattress. My core clasped onto him like she could keep him inside her forever. He never fucked me while looking me in the face.

The bed muffled my groan. He easily kept my hips high, and with a slow glide, he slid out until only the thick tip remained inside me. The walls of my pussy fluttered around themushroom of his head. The shallow tease of his tip reinforced the overwhelming thickness of his cock.

He pounded forward and another slap rang through the room.

Breath left my lungs with a cry.

“Fuck.Jag kan inte motstå dig.” Whatever he said seemed to spur him on harder. The rhythmic thrusts turned disjointed and volatile. With every thrust, my cheek rubbed across the fabric of the red silk sheets.

I clawed my fingers into the bed, moving my hips to try to meet his rutting, but he kept me still, turning me into a whimpering mess.

“More!” I panted. “Jax!” No sense of self-preservation remained. He snarled and the sound caused my pussy to constrict around him as if in answer. The orgasm crashed into me with suffocating strength. My ears rang with my scream. He continued pounding into me with hard, claiming thrusts, dragging out my release.

I twitched to get away, to get a smidge of relief from the onslaught of his thrusts, but it was a fool’s attempt. His hands flexed around my waist, and he continued owning me.

My arms completely gave out and I slumped against the mattress, taking his attack. The wet smack of his glide in and out of me invaded the bedroom. I whimpered, my sensitive folds constricting around him. Jax angled my hips higher, and the tip of his cock shoved hard against something deep inside me—I could feel him in my throat. A gasp escaped and he continued pounding. Another swell built with a flurry. What was he doing to me? I was so close. So close.

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