Page 27 of Blood Slumberm

“That’s right, Celandine. Worship your body on me.”

She stimulated herself faster, rocking on his cock. Her eyes rolled back. But before she let herself fly, she eased off to prolong the moment. Each time she took up the rhythm again, the waves of pleasure grew more intense, the looming crest higher.

“Keep going,” he said. “You deserve more pleasure than you can hold.”

“I can’t take any more,” she cried.

“Are you ready to come, Celandine?”

“I want you to make me come.”

“I’ll turn you over and show you how good it is to have a Hesperine for a lover.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

He moved so fast his body was a blur. The world flipped. She was suddenly on her back beneath his weight, pinned by his cock and his feral gaze. The strength of his body on hers felt so good…so inescapable. She lay trembling under him with need and uncertainty.

“You are still in command,” he breathed against her breasts. “Do you understand?”

“You’ll let me go if I ask?” She needed to hear him say it.

He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Of course. My power is nothing but your instrument of pleasure tonight.”

“I want to feel your power,” she whispered.

He pinned her wrists above her head in one of his big hands. Now he went still, his body taut with tension. Like a man struggling to master himself.

He was not in command at all.

What would happen if he lost control completely?

A rush traveled through her. Better to court death with her legs wrapped around a Hesperine than to waste away in a shroud.

“I want your fangs and your cock inside me,” she demanded.

With a growl, he struck her throat. The pain was too good, the pleasure, too much. She bowed under him, and with a firm thrust, he held her down.

He clamped his other hand around her knee and pushed her leg up. Seating himself even deeper in her, he adjusted the angle of his hips. Sensation blazed through her clitoris, and she hissed.

He sucked her throat in time with his thrusts. Every move built friction along her most sensitive nerves. Curses ran through her mind, all the filthiest, most profane oaths she hadever heard against the gods who had denied her this divine experience. But she was speechless, lying beneath him in utter surrender as he worked her body.

He drove her relentlessly to her peak and brought her crashing down. She screamed into the muffled shadows of his veil spells. He kept thrusting, letting out a long groan as if savoring the most exquisite delicacy.

He didn’t stop. He rode her clitoris until her climax turned into another. She bit down on his jugular while she spasmed under him.

A tremor moved through his whole, beautiful body. His fangs clamped tighter on her throat, and he surged between her legs. She watched him, felt him spiral into that moment when even an immortal could fall under a human’s power. He lost himself inside her in long, hard pulses.

He collapsed on top of her, his fangs still embedded in her neck. His grip slackened on her wrists. She freed her hands and stroked his body, along his strong shoulders, down the contours of his back, over his taut buttocks.

He lapped at her neck, then kissed his way across to the other side again. Oh, gods. He was still hungry. How much blood did it really take to revive a Hesperine after one hundred years of starvation? She was willing to find out.

“Shall I turn you over again?” he purred.

“Cover me.”

He dragged a fat pillow over and turned her onto her belly, propping her hips where he wanted her. He spread her legs wider with his strong hands. She lay splayed with a Hesperine behind her, closing in on her where she couldn’t see. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin, and her core throbbed.

Troi sank his fangs in slowly this time and began to suckle her gently. She arched on a wave of pleasure. Her sigh turned to a gasp as the head of his cock pressed firmly into her cleft. Herblood had already engorged him. She panted into the darkness as his thickness filled her to her limit once more.

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