Page 94 of Vampire's Breath

He dug his fingers into my hip flesh. “Fuck. Briar—”

“Again.” The word was little more than a feral groan, not a command but a plea. He flicked his hips forward as I clung to his shoulders.

His pace lost all precision, his thrusting wild and relentless. “Again, wildflower. Come for me again.”

His cock thickened inside me, stretching me to the edge of pain. My body jolted, a broken sound escaping my throat as coils of heat gathered again. “I—”

“Take it,” Lorcan growled, his hands drawing me farther onto him.

“Every.”

“Inch.”

My hand twitched as I released his wrist, lifting my fingers toward my lips.

“You can do this.” His fingers trembled on my hips. “You can.” His thrusts slammed into me. I struggled to breathe under his relentless assault of my cunt.

I dropped my hand to the table. I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted all of this—every dark, evocative bit of him.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Such a good girl.”

“Lorcan—” My words broke, his fingers bruising my sides as he slammed my cunt onto him again and again.

“Fuck.” The word ripped from him, his cock ramming into me. “I need you—”

“Come now.” Another vicious thrust. “Please.” His words sounded as though he were begging. He continued to pound my cunt with his cock. His hand brushed my inner thigh, and I braced myself—every nerve aflame, waiting for his touch on my most sensitive, swollen nub to send me over the edge as he fucked me.

“Come hard,” he ordered, his cock and two fingers ramming into me, his fingers curling unrelentingly into my front wall.

“Lorcan!” My scream tore from my lips. “Fuck!” My cunt clenched hard around his cock and fingers, falling into a place of madness where everything but ecstasy fell away. The agony tangled with rapture, every nerve in my body caught in his relentless rhythm—his ruin of me brutal and exquisite.

“God, yes.” With a growl low in his chest, his body shuddered, driving into me with a violent thrust, his hand holding me in place with his hooked fingers. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, unsure if my body hurt or sang—only that I wanted this surrender, wanted to be taken until I couldn’t tell the difference. I shook with abandon, drowning in the euphoria. A raw, feral sound reached me as he drove even deeper, burying his pulsing cock inside me. And then—

Heat. Searing, consuming, tearing through me as his fangs sank into my neck. I screamed, fire ripping through my veins, sensations blurring into a perfect storm I couldn’t control.

His tongue pulled and sucked as mine had, his groan reverberating against my skin. My blood coursed into his mouth, a fresh surge of heat rising inside me, my body his to unravel. He pushed into my center with his cock, his fingers still massaging my wall, setting off a fire I couldn’t stop, as I shattered around him again, my vision going white. I couldn’t tell if I was sobbing or moaning as the flames consumed me, my heart beating rapidly and my cunt pulsing around him. His tongue lashed out again before he raised his head and pulled his fingers from inside me.

Through my tears, I could see his eyes glowing red, and his usually blue irises were ash gray. My blood streaked down his chin. With his cock buried inside me, I saw him. The vampire, the beast, both terrifying and beautiful. And mine. I pulled him to me, his lips slick with my blood as he took my mouth with his.

We parted, both of us gasping for air. I leaned back on my hands, my head hanging back. His mouth fell to my breasts, licking and nipping at my exposed peaks. I tried to pull off him, but he caught my ass, holding me where I was, flexing his hardening cock inside me.

“Wildflower, when I said I am going to fuck your cunt raw, I meant raw.” He took a step back, his cock gliding from my cunt but standing out from his body already. Before my next breath, I was bent over the edge of the table, the head of his cock just inside me. His fingers lay over mine on the edge. My legs threatened to buckle under me.

“You know what to do, wildflower. Keep those nipples on the table.”

A tremor ran through me. I wanted to obey, to take everything he promised me.

“But the wood,” I gasped, not knowing how to take him again so soon.

He kissed my neck just over my collarbone. “You will feel amazing as your nipples slide over it. And this time, if they aren’t there, I won’t stop. I’ll just count. And each one will be another swat across that beautiful ass of yours when I’m done.”

He pushed in half an inch, stretching me again, his words thick with warning and promise. “Can you do that, wildflower? Can you take me?”

I swallowed hard. The ache inside me screamed yes, craving the pain of him inside me again. I lifted my chest without hesitation because I wanted this. I wanted every inch of him, every demand, because I was his.

The cool wood sent a sharp jolt through my nipples as I positioned them. The contrast between it and the heat of my body sent another surge of arousal coating my thighs. I pulled in a deep breath and pushed back on my hands, owning my desires, arching my back as I forced myself onto his cock, taking him in a deliberate, aching, unapproved slide that made him snarl low behind me. I wanted every stretch, every sting he promised.

“Anything.” My breath trembled as I gave myself to him in every way he wanted. “I belong to you.”

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