Page 141 of My Solemn Vow
Then he switches to long thrusts and peppers my ass with swift smacks.
I don’t count, I don’t even bother trying to remember howmany times his hand brings a sting of pain. The pleasure I’m getting is too much.
My pussy throbs, the deep angle rubbing against my sensitive spot on each withdraw and thrust.
“Valor, I’m close,” I moan, praying he doesn’t stop.
He untangles his fingers from my hair. His hips stop pounding into me, and on one last push, he withdraws.
This fuckin’ asshole.I press up hard with my hands until I’m more or less standing.
Valor smiles smugly as he runs his tongue over his teeth. “What’s wrong, darling? Too good?”
I grind my ass against him, needing more, needing him to come. This time, my antagonization doesn’t work. I shove off the vanity and spin to face him.
Like he’s done nothing wrong, Valor leans forward and kisses me, in that possessive way he does so well, placing his hand up alongside my neck. He runs his finger along my throat, and I forget how to breathe at the feel of it.
In a smooth movement, he raises me up onto the vanity. Instinctually, I spread my legs, putting him between them, but then the fear of him withdrawing again has me wrapping them tight around him. The head of his cock presses against my clit. All it would take is a small adjustment, and he’d be back inside me.
Our lips part, and he murmurs against them, “So needy.”
“I’ll handle it myself if you don’t finish the job.” I bite his bottom lip.
He pulls back, releasing his lip from between my teeth, and then adjusts us. Until we’re just right, and he slides back inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me as he finds a new rhythm, taking me harder, faster, and deeper than before.
I squeeze my legs around him, the desire to be one with him settling in like none other.
Bite,the voice in my head whispers.
I roll my head to the side as Valor kisses my neck.
Bite,the voice says louder this time.
With my nose at Valor’s ear, I nip at the lobe.
Bite!the voice screams, and I have no real reason not to obey.
I grab hold of the base of his neck near his shoulder with my teeth, and it alleviates some of the intense desire.
Again, I bite but a little harder.
Valor groans, his hips pistoning in and out. “Fuck. Antonella, darling, that’s it.”
He cups the back of my head, pressing my face closer to him, and I bite harder.
Claim him,the voice, my wolf, demands. But I don’t know what she wants from me.
Two more thrusts and I’m screaming, my body tight and rigid in his hands.
A strong urge overcomes me, my mouth feeling oddly full. I bite down with all my strength until the coppery taste of blood coats my tongue.
Satisfied with my orgasm, Valor chases his release until he’s coming, his fingers bruising into the skin of my hips. His snarl echoes off the solid surfaces of the bathroom.
The pain of Valor’s teeth cutting through the flesh of my shoulder sends fireworks across my vision. But it passes as quickly as it comes, the pleasure, aftershocks of an orgasm, overtaking the unpleasantness.
The weird feelings leave my body, but the taste of blood remains in my mouth.
At least five minutes pass before we’re able to move. The exhilaration subsides, and we’re left drawing slow inhales, looking into each other’s eyes.
