Page 103 of Kentucky Nights
“Ready so soon?” she asks with wide eyes.
Her nipples bead from the mixture of the breeze and lust. Her hands skim up her body, goosebumps arising across every breathtaking inch of her.
“Darlin’. I’m a vampire. My recovery time is immaculate.” I lift her leg onto my shoulder, kissing the side of her calf, drifting my blunt fingernails down the gorgeous dark skin.
“I could bury myself in the marrow of your bones and it still wouldn’t be close enough.” I pepper kisses down her leg until I’m at the crease of her thigh.
Pushing the small strip of denim covering her pussy to the side, I part her lips as my finger glides up and down. She’s already so wet for me, so warm and ready.
I want to take my time, but my hunger for her blood, for her heat, is beyond the amount of control I have. I’m notdisrespectful. Even though I want her more than my next breath, she needs to be ready for me.
She groans when I insert one finger, her arms stretching out beside her to reach for something to hold onto.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise when she becomes more wet, soaking my hand with her want. “I’m going to fuck you until I hear my name echoing over the hills. You’re going to take every drop of me. I’m going to breed you over and over again, filling you to the point your womb can’t take anymore.”
“I’m already pregnant, Kentucky. You can’t breed me more than that,” she moans when I slip in another finger.
Curling over her, I nip her ear, dragging my lips down her neck where her vein is. My mouth waters when I smell the rush of blood. The scent is divine. It’s sweeter and it has been for a few days.
That’s when I should have known she was pregnant, but I didn’t know. My entire life, I thought I was infertile. I never thought I’d have a mate or children.
“Every single day, I’m going to fill you. Every day, I’m going to push my come so deep into your womb that when you have our baby, you’ll have enough of me inside you to become pregnant again. I’ll breed you every fucking day. I want to smell my come soaking your panties every day. I want to smell your claim every waking moment of my life. Because if I can smell you, others can, and they will know you’re bred by me.”
Another gush of heat floods my hand, and I chuckle. “You love the sound of that, don’t you? What a filthy fucking girl.” I kiss my way down her chest, twirling my tongue around her nipple before licking my way up to her neck.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper, “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You love being finger fucked. Show me how good it feels, Darlin’. Come for me.”
She whines and whimpers, rocking her hips against my hand for more friction.
Wrapping my free hand around my cock, I stroke it in tandem with every thrust I give her with my fingers. My shaft burns for relief.
“Kentucky!” she screams, squirting all over my hand.
My name echoes across the pastures just as I wanted. “Good girl,” I snarl.
She soaks the blankets beneath us, and I lower myself between her legs, cleaning up the mess I made.
“Too much. Oh, god. Kentucky. It’s too much.” Her body becomes warmer when another orgasm begins to build.
I’m too greedy. I need to feel her clench around my cock during her next orgasm.
“You taste so good. I could stay down here all night just feasting.” I tease my fangs over her inner thigh. “I want to bite right here and leave another mark on you.”
“Do it.” She arches her back, kneading her breasts. “Please. I need you. I’m burning up for you, Kentucky. I can’t wait. I need your bite. Let me feel you. Let me feed you.”
Lifting her leg onto my shoulder, I don’t ask her if she’s sure. Faster than the speed of light, I bite, piercing her flesh with my fangs. Blood flows into my mouth, sweet and succulent. I growl, biting harder, my eyes bleeding scarlet, the more intense my need for her blood becomes.
“Kentucky!” she screams my name again, her orgasm drugging her blood with all the feel-good chemicals.
My head becomes light when my own orgasm shoots from my cock just from the taste of her. I soak the blankets under me with ropes of come, and I’m annoyed at myself for not saving it for her tight pussy.
Easing my fangs free, my vision blurs from my high. I lick the bite mark, gathering every drop of blood I can.
Parting her thighs, I grip my cock, and push her shorts to the side.
“Fucking love and hate these shorts. I’ve been driven crazy all night with these damn things. Hiding what I want yet showcasing what belongs to me.”
In one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. My vampire nature takes over. My claws scratch down the back windows, and I roar into the night so loud, the truck shakes.
