Page 61 of Vampire Soldier

I groan, grinding against her again. She gasps, head falling back. I ache to touch her everywhere, to memorize every inch. She bucks up, wild and beautiful.

My hunger for blood is gone; replaced now by starvation for the woman below me.

I capture that lower lip she loves to nibble between my lips. She moans beneath me. I cup her breast, thumb circling over a peaked nipple. This is what I haven’t been able to forget since the night we kissed.

When I kiss her, she opens as eagerly as that first time, our tongues clashing.

“Malachi,” she gasps when I pull back. Her legs never unlock from around my waist.

“Blake,” I groan, rolling my hips—and we both groan when my cock catches on her entrance.

She shakes her head, as if too lost to know. “Please.”

I kiss her hard, pulling back to growl against her lips, “You never have to beg me.”

Kissing her, consuming her, I drag my hand down, twist, and my fingers slide between her slick folds.

“So fucking wet,” I groan.

Blake’s hips buck as I circle her swollen clit. She cries out and I swallow the sound, greedy for more. She rocks her hips, aching for friction. I give it—sliding a finger inside her, then a second. I pull back, needing to watch her unravel. Her blue eyes are closed, cheeks flushed, head thrown back.

I pump my fingers into her, Blake’s legs tightening around my waist, her hips lifting off the bed. My cock aches trapped between us, but I ignore my own need.

I’m desperate to see her come again. Blake’s head twists, her nails scraping my chest. I revel in the sting. “I need?—”

“I’ve got you,” I promise. I curl my fingers, searching for the spot inside her that will break her open. Blake cries out and I press harder, knowing I’ve found it. “You’re so fucking gorgeous on my fingers, Blake.”

Her walls flutter and she arches, crying my name, hips jerking frantically. I keep going, thrusting and circling, drawing it out—needing, not just wanting, for this to last.

I slow my pace, ignoring her cry of protest. I lower myself, drawing her nipple into my mouth, worshipping the feel of her bare skin under my lips. I savor her with my tongue—slow, worshipful, desperate to make her come undone again.

Her pleasure is mine.

She’s mine.

Blake is babbling, her heels digging into my back. “Mal—please—I can’t?—”

I pull back, needing her eyes. “You can, Blake,” I rasp, rough. “Just feel. Feel everything. You can cum. You’ll cum again for me, won’t you? Will you let me see you fall apart? You’ve been teasing me since that first day. Now it’s my turn. Cum, Blake. Let go.”

She cries out, shuddering, her muscles clenching around my fingers. I keep thrusting, dragging wave after wave from her trembling body. She’s shaking her head, overwhelmed.

“More,” I growl, burying my face at her throat again. “I need more.”

She cries out as I find that spot inside her just as I bite, sucking down her pleasure-drenched blood. Blake screams, body shaking as another orgasm crashes through her.

I lap at the wound, savoring the last trace of her. She’s a feast laid bare before me, and I’ve never been hungrier—for her, for everything.

She’s gasping, limp and shivering. She’s close—so close. Her walls flutter around my fingers; I move, replacing them with my cock, and thrust, burying myself in one smooth, brutal stroke.

Blake cries out, head snapping back, nails biting into my shoulders.

“Malachi,” she gasps, her body arching as she shatters again.

I snarl against her throat, hips rocking, dragging back then driving deep. Her heat envelops me, velvet-tight and pulsing, impossible to leave. I grind into her, returning to her neck, licking and kissing the tender skin. She bucks beneath me, moaning, wild with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” I growl, snapping my hips harder, faster.

Her legs lock around my waist, dragging me deeper. Her hips rise to meet mine, frantic and stunning, her breath stuttering at every thrust.

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