Page 52 of My Mr. Vampire

“Both.” I readily admitted. Feeling his lips smile against my skin.

Zand’s mouth traveled upward to my neck until he reached the spot just below my ear. This was the spot that he savored. The spot that was hypersensitive from months of devoted attention.

“Yes.” I breathed, although he never asked a question. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and held him close.

There was a moment of a dreamlike delay before his fangs pierced my skin. The initial pain felt like a sharp lightning strike of sensation that made me gasp. Then there was the rush in my heartbeat. The flood of endorphins transformed my pain into need. Then the pleasure washed through me in waves. It radiated from the puncture site to the tips of my fingers and toes. It soared through the soles of my feet and pooled hot and unrelenting between my thighs.

Zand drank slowly, reverently, one hand cradling the back of my head while his other slid beneath my gown with his palm flat against my stomach. I felt the tremor in his fingers. It took restraint for him not to gulp greedily. Each pull of his mouth drew a soft moan from mine. The sensation made me whimper even when I tried to suppress it.

My body responded to the feeding in ways that were sexual. It wasn’t just arousal. It was a surrender more fulfilling than ordinary sex could ever achieve. Zand was literally taking a vital part of me into himself. He was consuming my essence. This level of intimacy boarded on spiritual.

His hand moved higher, cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my nightgown. My nipple pebbled against his palm, sensitive to the point of almost pain. I arched into his touch, silently begging for more. He obliged by pushing my gown up, exposing me to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

When he finally broke the seal of his mouth against my neck, I felt grief despite knowing it was necessary. Zand was careful never to take too much. His tongue traced over the puncture wounds. His supernatural saliva sealed the wounds instantly. It would still take hours for the fresh wounds to heal.

“You taste like sunshine.” He whispered. His voice was raspy from his blood-induced intoxication. His eyes had changed, glowing with amber fire, pupils dilated.

Now I was smiling. When I reached up to touch his face, he captured my hand in his and turned it to press his lips against my wrist. “This vein I will save for next time.”

Next time can be now!Before I could answer, his mouth claimed mine. The metallic tang of my own blood was on his tongue. His kiss was demanding, almost desperate, as if he’s still hungered for my body despite having fed on my blood. I now understood that blood was only part of what he craved.

My nightgown disappeared over my head. His remaining clothes followed. His body had heated up. Something that happened when he was against me. Where I was soft. He was hard. Paradise was when his hard invaded my soft.

“I need you.” I whispered against his mouth. I needed him to massage this ache building inside me.

Zand’s hand slid down my body. He traced the curve of my hip to the length of my thigh. When he found the wetness between my legs, he groaned.

“Are you ready for me?”

The blood loss had left me light-headed, more sensitive than usual. Each circle of his thumb sent butterflies to my stomach.With each gentle press of his fingers, I bit at my bottom lip to hold my moans inside my throat. My hands clutched at his shoulders, trying desperately to summon him to move faster.

“Please.” I managed to say the word, hoping it would force him out the starting gate.

Zand positioned himself above me. His powerful arms help a push-up beside my head. His eyes locked onto mine. The bond formed through my blood heightened everything between us.

My man, my man, my man slowly pushed inside me. I closed my eyes tightly and gasped at the friction. He filled me completely, stretching me in ways that bordered between pleasure and discomfort. My body yielded to accommodate his size. His first thrust was measured and careful, despite the hunger I knew raged through him.

“Zand.” I begged for more with just one word. I wrapped my legs around his waist, changing the angle of my body to take him deeper inside me.

Something primal flashed across his face—the animal, the monster, the vampire I had seen just one time before. I watched as he pushed that creature down and turned back into the other man, the one that was human-like. What would happen if he let the vampire out—completely?

His next thrust was harder, more insistent. I cried out in approval. His rhythm built steadily. Each movement pushed me further up the bed until my head tapped the headboard. Suddenly, one strong arm hooked beneath me, lifting my hips to meet his. His deep thrusts sent shocks of pleasure through my core.

My vision blurred as the pressure built low in my belly. Each dominant thrust brought me closer to the edge. Zand’s movements became more robotic, more deliberate, more focused, and lustful.

“I’m going to break you in half.” He threatened.

I knew he could actually do it. The fear of the thought made me wetter and warmer inside. My pussy contracted so tightly his slippery thrusts felt like punches to my belly. He turned my head to the side and felt a pool of drool ooze from my mouth.

“You’re mine. Forever.” Zand grumbled against my earlobe.

His words, combined with the skillful movements of his massive dick and the relentless rhythm of his hips, were pushing me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a breaking wave.

I cried out his name. “Zand!” My back arched off the bed. My inner muscles clenched around him in rhythmic pulses.

The intensity of my climax triggered his own. With a guttural sound that was mistakenly animal, Zand pounded deeply inside me one final time. His body shuddered against mine as he found his release. It was a perfect moment of ecstasy. We were connected in ways that even I couldn’t put into words.

Then slowly, he collapsed beside me. He draped his arm possessively across my waist, keeping me close to him. I struggled to catch my breath. My heart pounded frantically while his beat at a much slower pace. I didn’t know how his heartbeat when movies and TV told me otherwise.

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