Page 31 of All Your Bloody Lies

My back pierces as he drives so far into me my body vibrates, and he is not stopping, even if my wall protests. His arm holds me from pulling away, and I’m fucking drowning. I’m unable to catch my breath as every thrust is harder than the last. He is physically knocking the breath out of me with each drive into me, and I’m desperate for more.

I’ve never had a man with piercings on his cock fuck me, and they are hitting in all the right spots. Each pass they are making my body tremble, massaging in all of the right places.

“You can take more,” he croons.

No I fucking can’t, there is absolutely no way, but of course he is going to try.

He lifts my hips and pushes me back, my head resting on the lifted bar top. “There is a prize if you can take all of me.” The smile on his face could make the world burn, and my stomach drops from the feeling it fills me with.

“You’ll break through me you—” He drives deeper, and I truly scream. This mix of pain and pleasure is everything I’ve ever wanted. It hurts sofuckinggood. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Kai!”

I’m so focused on the pleasure that he is providing to me, I’m completely oblivious to how my body is thriving. I only see the manifestation of my own lifeforce pulsing when I peer down to watch him drive into me. Seeing him disappear further and further into my cunt lifts me from my body and settles me into the stars.

He’s right about me taking more of him because he found a means to manipulate to fit all of him. I swear he does break through me, and as I feel his balls slap against my ass, I scream, “Yes!” The small of my back curves, nearly lifting all of me off the countertop.

His hand trails up my stomach, between my breasts and grips my throat. Gods, his thumb is nearly brushing against one ear, and the tip of his middle finger is at the other. It’s no wonder his cock is a monster. All of him is.

He pauses his thrusts, all of him filling me completely, and I can’t help but let out a whimpered moan. “Such a dirty little demon.” At least he didn’t put ‘my’ in front of that damn nickname. “Here is what I promised.”

Using the grip around my neck, he pulls me back to him and when he does,holy shitthat piercing at his pubic area brushes against my clit.

Then he rolls his hips, and I lose all cognitive means to function beyond fucking this man.

What is he?!

I throw my head back and tighten my legs around him, begging him not to move back. I want this, and I will fucking kill him if he stops.

He takes the hand around my neck and fists my hair. Pulling my head back to expose my neck, he holds no hesitation to pierce me with a bite that makes me scream. Smart Vampire, not drawing my blood into his mouth… Still foolish, but so fucking hot.

My nails dig into his shoulder blades and I hear him groan though his own grunts of pleasure. “Fuck, Xera—” He leans slightly to angle me enough to bite down on my chest, and the intoxication the Vampire’s venom brings upon everyone but their own kind, is making me see double.

“Don’t stop,” I huff. “Please…”

I was climbing up the mountain, ready to dive without a means to save myself from the death that would follow.

I taste his defenses falling. It’s as if a physical manifestation of myself, my Amoro, is reaching out, ready to grab hold of him and drain him dry.

His gate is about to open, and I know that I am going to be drowning in his lifeforce.

As his body goes taut, he rips away from biting me. I didn’t realize until this moment that he was biting around my nipple. He leans up to brush his lips against mine and breathes, “Take everything you need, you won’t kill me.”

I wasn’t planning on stopping anyway.

He leans back and takes my hips into his grasp, absolutely devastating me. He is a man that is going to take what he wants and doesn’t care if I break in the process. The sounds of my arousal and his balls slapping against my ass are background noise to my cries and his grunts.

Just as I fall beyond my means to hold on, so does he. My second orgasm is nearly as powerful as the one before, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. The darkness behind it sparks with stars, and my legs tremble. I fear I won’t have the ability to release him with how stiff they are becoming around him.

My natural instinct to the pull of his lifeforce slips, and my Amoro latches onto him. He tastes phenomenal—a blend of cinnamon and another elusive note, reminiscent of apples, yet not potent enough for me to identify until this moment. The subtle hints of tartness that tingles my taste buds. He’s fresh, and beyond the perfection, I can taste a mild acidic tang. He is a killer, a fucking monster.

It’s perfect…

Oh no…

I’ve never had to pull back during a feeding, but if I don’t, I’ll end up dead. My eyes snap open to find him looming over me, breathless, his intense gaze fixed on mine. A sly smirk plays on his lips, but before he can utter a word, I interject.

“Get the fuck out,” I say firmly. I’ve taken enough, and while it absolutely pains me, I physically fight my Amoro to settle. “You’ve given what you promised, and now we’re even. Get out.”

His eyebrows pull together in confusion.

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