Page 18 of Midnight Reign
Zaiah tilts his head, offering his neck. “Take what you need, Adelaide.”
I don’t hesitate. My fangs sink into his flesh, and I drink deeply, moaning at the explosion of flavour. Zaiah’s blood is like liquid fire, filling me with an intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. He groans, his body writhing beneath me as I drink.
His hips buck, and I feel his hard cock pressing into me. I release his arms, and he wraps them around me, pulling me closer as I continue to drink from him. My hand finds its way between us, and I grip his cock tightly. He growls, his hips jerking in response as I tug on him.
I pull away, my fangs retracting as I lick the remaining blood from my lips. Zaiah’s eyes are half-lidded, his breathing ragged. I can see the desire burning in his gaze, and it sends a thrill through me.
“Fuck me, Adelaide,” he moans.
With a swift motion, I discard my clothing, never once breaking eye contact with Zaiah. His gaze devours me, hungry and eager as I climb back on top of him. The air around us sizzles with electricity, our bodies intertwined in a firework display of desire. Every inch of skin tingles with anticipation as we melt into each other.
I grip him again, feeling his cock jerk wildly at my touch. I guide him inside my wet pussy, and we both groan at thesensation. He feels amazing, filling me completely. I move my hips, rocking back and forth as I ride him. Zaiah’s hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrusts deeply.
“That’s it, Mistress. Make me come for you.”
“Fuck,” I gasp as his words sends rockets of pure pleasure shooting through me.
I grab his wrists, pinning them above his head again. “Who’s in control here?” I growl. The power surging through me is heady.
“You are, Mistress,” Zaiah gasps, his voice filled with lust and submission. “You’re in control. I’m yours.”
I lean down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as I ride him faster. Zaiah’s blood still lingers on my tongue, a potent reminder of the connection between us. My power grows, fuelled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
As I release his wrists, Zaiah’s hands immediately find my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples. I moan into his mouth, my movements becoming more erratic as I chase the mounting pleasure.
With a loud cry, I climax hard around his cock, my pussy clenching him tightly, fiercely, claiming him.
Before I’ve come down from my high, Zaiah flips us over, taking control with an animalistic growl. He drives into me with furious intensity, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire being, stoking the fire back to life. I claw at his back and wrap my legs around him, desperate to hold on as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge again.
“Fuck, Adelaide, you feel so good,” Zaiah groans, his pace relentless.
My nails dig deeper into his skin, drawing blood, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. He just keeps thrusting, driving me wild with desire. The scent of his blood mingling with oursweat and lust is out of this world, pushing me over the edge of the cliff.
As I come apart beneath him, Zaiah buries his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I feel him stiffen, his hips slamming against mine as he follows me into oblivion. We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entangled and hearts racing.
After a few moments, Zaiah rolls off me, his breathing finally starting to return to normal. He pulls me close, holding me tightly as we both come down from our shared high. “Well, that was certainly real.”
I laugh breathlessly, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment. “Fuck, yeah, it was.”
“How rude,” Ignatius mutters from the corner of the room, where, at some point, he must’ve flamed back in and sat down to watch us.
I gasp and look over at him, but he is anything but annoyed. He is rabidly turned on. “You like to watch?” I murmur as I see his cock in his hand.
“I prefer to act,” he says.
With the ball firmly in my court, as he just sits there, I crawl away from Zaiah and across the bed. Climbing off, I get back on my knees and crawl to him. He watches me with those hawk-like eyes of his, deep lust building with each second I get closer. When I reach him, I nestle between his legs and take his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding his hand into my hair. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Ignatius’ fingers thread through my hair, guiding me as I take him deeper into my mouth. His cock is hot and thick, and I can taste the salty precum on my tongue. I moan, the vibrations making his cock jerk.
I work my mouth up and down his shaft, relishing the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He groans, bucking his hips slightly as I find a rhythm that drives him wild.
My movements become more erratic. His cock twitches in my mouth, and he groans, his release imminent. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to taste him. Swallow every last drop he has to give me.
His cock swells in my mouth. I moan, the vibrations sending him over the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he orgasms, filling my mouth with his hot cum. I swallow it greedily, savouring the taste as I continue to suck him until he’s completely drained.
Breathing heavily, Ignatius pulls me away from his cock and crushes his lips to mine in a searing kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. He pulls away, his gaze intense and filled with desire.
