Page 93 of Vampire's Breath

His deep panting filled my ears until I tried pulling more blood from him, only to find none. I dropped my arms beside me, supported only by my lover—mate—at my back, my breaths quick and deep, my entire body on fire, and full of a desire I had never known before. I moaned as he continued to stroke and play, astounded at how skillfully he manipulated my body. I didn’t want him to stop, to take me as he wanted.

He pushed his hands under my shirt and lifted the garment over my head, throwing it to the side before stepping away. I felt myself falling. He caught me, cradling my body against his. “I want your cunt. And your blood.”

He set me on the edge of the table, the cool wood soothing the sting in my ass. “Take my cock out and massage it.” His command called to a hidden ache inside me.

I unbuttoned and opened his pants, pulling his cock through the front of his boxers. I ran my hands along the length, feeling the soft skin, before reaching between his legs and fondling his balls through the cloth. His gaze never left mine, as though his eyes could see straight into my soul.

His hand closed gently around my wrist, stilling me. “If anything becomes too much,” he said, voice low, “touch your fingers to your lips. Just two.” His eyes held mine, dark and knowing. “That’s your stop. Can you remember that?”

I swallowed hard. I never needed a safety signal before. “Yes.”

He put his hand over mine, guiding it back to his cock and pressing into my fingers so I massaged him again. “Without stopping, show me.”

My fingers stroked his hardness with one hand while I brought my middle and index fingers from the other to my lips. My heart pounded, wondering what came next, desiring every bit of the unknown.

“Good girl. Remember that, because you might need it.” He stepped closer to the table. “Now put my cock inside you,” he commanded.

I didn’t hesitate, pulling my heels to the table’s edge. His gaze never wavered as I obeyed. Under his watchful eye, I smeared his precum over my pussy lips before nestling the thick head at my entrance. I urged him forward with my hand, but he didn’t move.

“Look at you,” he murmured, feathering his fingers over my chest. “Beautifully spreading yourself open for me. So eager to be filled, just waiting for me to fuck you until your cunt is raw.”

My heart fluttered at the truth of his words. I needed him inside me, all of him, but he stood still, unmoved. The tension in my core sharpened. I leaned back on my hands, pressing my hips forward, offering more of myself, desperate for him inside of me.

A deep, guttural sound rumbled in his chest. “Such a good girl,” he breathed, reaching forward and tweaking my nipples. “Taking me exactly how you should.” His cock pressed against the edges of my entrance as he watched me ease myself onto his girth, taking in every desperate, trembling breath as I stretched around him.

Without warning, he lurched forward, his deliberate thrust forcing me open, marking me as his. Something between a moan and a scream fell from my lips as my back arched, before I melted back onto the table, his cock filling me.

He closed his eyes as a low groan of approval reverberated through his chest, his forehead resting on mine. “Your cunt is so tight, like it was made for me—like you were made for me.” His lips moved with unabated hunger on mine as he pulled one ankle so my leg hung from the table, angling me just how he wanted. The shift sent a delicious friction against my clit, the contact causing me to gasp around his tongue.

Lorcan’s mouth curved into a knowing smile against my lips as he placed one hand on the small of my back, bracing me as he eased out, leaving me aching with need before his cock filled me again. My body clenched around him, my thighs trembling. I didn’t dare move. I was his to arrange and use—his to fill or to leave me aching. Whatever his desire, I wanted more of it.

His wicked grin widened. “I could keep you like this for hours—open, trembling, desperate for release, just wondering when I’ll let you come.”

A whimper caught in my throat, and my body clenched as I searched for the right words because he could. I relished the edge that he pushed me to, the fullness of him inside me, waiting for his command. The thought alone made something wild thrum inside me.

He pulled his hips back before slamming forward, punching the breath from my lungs. “I love it when your body tells me exactly what you need.” His voice turned thick with satisfaction. “That thought made you even wetter.”

“But…”

His lips devoured my feeble protest as he drove into me again. “I hear and feel everything, wildflower. Every minute detail of how your body reacts to me.” He slid his hand to my shoulder, his thumb pressing into my throat, just enough to remind me he was in control, his gaze primal. “Right now, I will use that to ruin you.”

He looked down between us, watching as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, dragging against my slick, sensitive walls until only the tip remained. A shiver ran up my spine from need, my body glossy with sweat. The slow retreat left me gasping until he drove back into me with a force that skimmed the stinging mark on my ass across the wood. I dropped a hand behind me to help steady myself, to take his brutal strokes, and put the other on his muscular abs, relishing the feeling of them through his shirt as they flexed, his thrusts deepening, claiming me. The pain of his cock stretching me from the front met with the delicious heat of his palm print burning on my backside, every movement a perfect torment.

His thumb pressed against my windpipe, steady and possessive, reminding me I was his to claim. I pushed away the thought that he could cut off my supply of air at any moment, filled with complete trust in him.

I closed my eyes, panting, focusing on the feeling of him inside me, the heat building, the tension growing in my middle with each of his movements. My breath came in tremors as I battled the rising feeling, holding myself there, balancing on the edge, waiting for him—aching for his command.

“Let yourself go, wildflower,” he moaned as he drove into me harder. “Give in to it—give in to me.”

I opened my eyes to his ravenous, glowing gaze. His length pounded into me, hitting the perfect spot again and again, small moans falling from my lips each time our centers crashed together. I bit my lip as my walls clenched around him, the pressure mounting, concentrated flames building in my clit.

“Just like that, wildflower. You’re going to scream for me.” His hand on my shoulder tightened, his thumb pressing deeper into my throat, his other hand pinning me in place as his thrusts turned savage. White-hot fire tore through my core, each thrust unraveling me until the edges of my vision blurred and I burstapart under him. His savage strokes, his brutal claiming of me undid me in the best way—a way I wanted and didn’t know how to ask for. There was nothing else but the relentless pounding of his cock as my walls gripped him and I fell over the edge.

He growled his approval. “Good girl, wildflower. Come for me.” My moan snagged under the weight of his thumb. My body convulsed, wild with need, every pulse of pleasure sharp as it flowed through me. “Your cunt is grasping me like the good fucking girl you are.”

He slid his hand from my throat to my hip, fresh air hitting my lungs. My cunt still throbbed around him, clenching in helpless waves, desperate to hold him even as I quivered from the fire in every nerve. His voice grew darker, his thrusts more intense, the soft material of his pants rubbing against my inner thighs.

“More,” he groaned, his voice cracking. “Again. I need to feel you come on me again.”

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