Page 48 of Blood Submission

With a growl of denial, he untied them and yanked them off, along with her shoes and socks, until she was gloriously nude beneath him. Skipping over the disturbing stretch marks, he looked his fill of the rest of her, something he hadn’t done last time because he’d been too distracted by the horror of thinking he’d taken her from her child.

And if you had, would you have released her to mother that child?

No. He would have gone for the child and brought him back, also. For he would’ve been his now, just like his mother.

To have a child again. The words filled him with joy, and sadness because he knew it would never happen.

Pushing the thought aside, Dante spread her legs wide, revealing the damp folds of her womanhood nestled beneath soft dark curls. She tried to bring them back together, to cover herself and hide from him, but he wouldn’t allow it. His mouth watered just looking at her, and unable to resist, he leaned over and ran his tongue from back to front, enjoying the way her hips jumped when he hit her sensitive spot. The skin within the folds was as soft as satin, and tasted nearly as good as her blood. Her hands landed on his skull, and she couldn’t seem to decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He gave the hard bud one last flick, and then unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down off his hips. Sitting down, he yanked off his boots and pulled his pants off. This was done so fast, Laney had no time to sit up or move before he laid back down beside her and pulled her up against him. His fingers tangled in her long, dark hair as his other hand gripped her lush ass and pulled her tight into his hips. He took her mouth in a hungry kiss, groaning with need when his fangs nicked her lips and her blood trickled into his mouth.

His skin felt too tight, and not just on his swollen sex, but everywhere. He tried to pull her in closer still, and was about to roll her onto her back when she threw one shapely leg over his hips and pushed hard against his shoulder. He broke off the kiss and rolled onto his back, instantly missing the feel of her flesh on his. But he didn’t have long to wait. His little mouse climbed over him, straddling his hips as she had when she’d attempted to stab him. The wet heat between her legs coated his manhood. She moaned as she rocked herhips.

Placing her palms on his chest, she sat up, a Madonna with her long hair partially hiding her breasts and the curve of her hips flaring out from her waistline. Laney let her eyes roam over him much as he had her. With shy fingers, she traced his tattoos, following the pattern from his shoulder down to his hip until she ran into her own thigh and could go no further. He lifted his head to watch as she trailed her fingertips over his hipbone to lightly touch the swollen head jutting from between herlegs.

Dante gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into her legs. He went to sit up, but she pushed him back down and shook herhead.

“No,” she commanded.

He fell back onto the mattress, helpless to disobey her. Playing the submissive had never been a turn on for him, not even in his human life, but giving up his power to Laney excited him to no end. Dante didn’t understand it, but she didn’t give him any time to stress aboutit.

Going back to what she was doing, she gripped the head of his sex, her small hand unable to wrap completely around it. “You’re so big,” she said withawe.

He almost came in her hand. “Ah! Laney…take me.” He was begging her now. His instincts were screaming at him to throw her down and make her his completely, but he was afraid that he would hurt her. And he found he was unable to take the chance of doing so. He was in her small hands to do with what she would. “Take me,” he growled. His upper lip lifted off his fangs, showing her how much he wantedher.

Slowly, she leaned down over him, but instead of kissing him like he thought, she brought one dangling breast to his mouth. He rose to meet the full globe, sucking her nipple into his mouth and holding her where he wanted her with his hands around her ribcage. Her hips lifted up and off him, and he moaned with disappointment even as he opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs into the soft flesh. Laney cried out and pressed her breast closer. Dante drank greedily, and then she gave him the other side to do thesame.

He kissed the wounds clean. “I want to taste all of you, little mouse.” Urging her to move up over him, she quickly caught on, crawling up his body until her pussy was poised over his mouth. Dante breathed in the earthy scent and dove in with a rumble of pleasure. She was wet and warm and tasted better than any woman he’d ever had before. He pressed his tongue into her opening, fucking her with it before licking his way up to the tight bundle of nerves. It was swollen, begging for his touch. Dante flicked it once, twice, and again. She cried out and tried to press closer, but his hands on her hips held her still above his mouth.

“Dante.” His name was both a plea and a command.

Unable to deny his female, he gave her what she wanted. Swirling his tongue around the hard nub faster until her body tensed above him. When she started to tremble with the strain, he bared his fangs and bit her clit. Blood mixed with her come as she orgasmed, jerking above him, her breathless cries making him so hard he thought he was going to pop from hisskin.

Dante could wait no longer. Lifting her hips from his mouth, he moved her back down his body where his sex was rock hard and ready. He took himself in his hand and found her entrance as soon as she settled back over him. With a thrust of his hips, he plunged deep inside of her with a shout. She was tight, but wet, and he had no worry that he was hurting her. Especially when she immediately tookover.

Taking his hands in hers, she removed them from her hips and pressed them down on either side of his head. She held him there as she rocked above him, her breasts swaying above his face, urging him toward his own orgasm. He rose to meet her with each thrust, his heart pounding, his breath coming in pants.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. Releasing his hands, she rose up above him and took her breasts in her palms. He watched as she pinched the nipples into hard peaks, her hips rocking faster now, her dark hair falling down her back to tickle his thighs as she threw her head back. Her eyes closed, and he was glad, for he felt sure that if she were to look at him now, she would see all the way down to his black soul, raw and exposed and hungering forher.

Gripping her hips again, he held her still as he pounded into her, deep growls tearing from his throat.

“Dante…oh, God…I’m coming!”

Her cries echoed around him as he felt his balls tighten and his own orgasm traveled up his length to explode inside of her with a hoarse cry of his own. He came so hard his head smashed back onto the mattress, and his hips bucked beneath her uncontrollably.

After the longest orgasm of his life, Dante caught his breath as Laney collapsed on top ofhim.

He held her close as she cried.

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