Page 101 of Crossing Between
His eyes locked with mine, the crimson now completely overtaking the grey. "Cum for me, Zoey."
His words pushed me over the edge, my inner walls clamping down on him as pleasure crashed through me. As I convulsed around him, I felt Varon sit up, one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me steady. The other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head to the side to expose my neck.
"Mine," he growled, and then his fangs pierced my skin.
The initial pain gave way to an indescribable pleasurethat amplified my orgasm, prolonging it until I was sobbing his name. I could feel him drinking from me, each pull of his mouth sending fresh waves of ecstasy through my body.
When he finally withdrew his fangs, his tongue lapped at the puncture wounds, sealing them. His eyes were wild, and blood, my blood, stained his lips crimson.
Without warning, he flipped us again, this time turning me onto my hands and knees. One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as his cock pressed against my entrance once more.
"I'm not done with you yet," he growled in my ear as he thrust back inside me.
His pace was punishing from this angle, each stroke hitting spots that made me see stars. I pushed back into his thrusts, meeting him with equal force. His free hand snaked around to continue playing with my clit, determined to wring another orgasm from my oversensitized body.
I felt him shift behind me, his rhythm changing. Without warning, his slick thumb pressed against my other entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle. The unexpected sensation made me jump, but his grip on my hair held me in place.
"Trust me."
I did.
Slowly, carefully, his thumb breached me, the slight burn quickly giving way to a new kind of pleasure. I moaned, surprised by how good it felt.
"That's it," Varon encouraged, his voice strained. He was close too, I could feel it in the way his cock was throbbing inside me.
His thumb withdrew, replaced by a finger slick with what I assumed was his saliva. He worked me open carefully, adding a second finger when I began pushing back against him. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure spiralingthrough me.
When his fingers withdrew, I whimpered at the loss, only to feel something larger pressing against my back entrance. Varon leaned forward, his chest against my back, his voice rough in my ear.
"Relax for me, little one. I want all of you."
I took a deep breath, consciously relaxing my muscles as he began to push forward. The pressure was intense, bordering on painful, but he moved with excruciating slowness, giving my body time to adjust.
"Fuck," I gasped as the head of his cock finally breached me.
"Too much?" he immediately stilled.
"No," I shook my head. "Don't stop. Please."
He continued his careful advance until he was fully inside me, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. The feeling was unlike anything I'd experienced before, fuller, more intense, a heady mix of pleasure and pain that had me gasping his name.
"So tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against my shoulder. "So perfect."
When he began to move, it was with shallow, gentle thrusts that gradually deepened as my body adjusted. His hand snaked beneath me, fingers finding my clit again as he established a rhythm that had me moaning uncontrollably.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me to cum a third time that I wasn't sure I could survive. Varon's movements became more erratic, his control slipping as his own release approached.
"Cum with me," his fingers worked my clit faster and he started to grunt.
When my orgasm hit, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before, starting at my core and radiating outward until my entire body was seized by pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.I loved it.
I felt Varon stiffen behind me, his cock pulsing as he found his own release, filling me with his cum.
We collapsed onto the rug in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us breathing as if we'd run a marathon. Varon immediately pulled me against his chest, his arms wrapping protectively around me as he pressed gentle kisses to my shoulder, my neck, the top of my head.
Chapter 55: Elias
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The kraken inside me thrashed against my control, desperate to break free and wreak havoc. Every word from the council meeting replayed in my head, fueling my rage.
