Page 43 of Auctioned for Her Blood
I gasp, shocked at its size, at its color—so much deeper and redder than the rest of his skin—and at the sight of the thick veins that trace down its sides. His hand strokes its length, and a damp, even redder, tip appears from beneath the shroud of skin at the top.
His eyes are wild now, his face distorted as if he’s fighting some invisible force. “Ember, you…Last chance to back out. I can’t control…” His voice is strained.
He turns away. “I should leave. If I stay a second longer, I will fuck you. I can’t bear this…”
Trembling, I inhale a ragged breath. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me against him, and his erection presses against my body, hot and pulsing as if it has a life of its own.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“You won’t. I trust you.”
He shrugs out of his jacket, so fast it seems magic, and the leather slaps against the wall on the other side of the room, pushing a painting ajar while he pulls his shirt off over his head. It’s more like a blouse than a typical men’s shirt, and I love how he has his own style, so unusual and high fashion, even though everything about him shouts male.
Taking my hand, he leads me to the sofa and then kisses me as he guides me onto my back. My legs fall open, one foot dropping to the carpet and he positions himself between my legs.
His face is bright red now, almost as dark as his penis, and his expression is distorted as if he’s in pain. “I want to take you slow and gentle,” he says, “but after tasting you…I’m not sure I can.”
Reaching up, I stroke his face, my urge to comfort him overwhelming, even though it’s me who’s the virgin. My insides are aching with the memory of his fingers, and I’m pulsing and yearning to have that feeling again.
“You.” His eyes close as his hand slides between us. “I’ve never tasted…” His voice trails off into a groan, and I feel the thick head of his erection parting my slick folds, and then pressing against my opening, now more sensitive than I imagined possible.
Eyes still closed, he pauses there, panting so rapidly that his chest convulses. If he weren’t a virile young man, I’d fear he was having a heart attack.
I touch his cheek, and he opens his eyes, filled with anguish.
“Forgive me.” His hips thrust forward, hard and fast, and I cry out as he tears me in half.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryker
My brain explodeswith gratification as I ram into her for the first time—harder and deeper than I intended—farharder and deeper.
She cries out in pain, and I freeze, holding myself still inside her, and it takes every ounce of power contained in my muscles to hold myself back as she adjusts to the massive intrusion. She’s a fucking virgin and I just violated her with as much force as I’ve used on any wench. As much force as I’d use on a vampire, capable of quickly healing from tears or bruises.
Finding the will to open my eyes against the utter pleasure that’s sealed them shut, I gaze into her violet ones. Her cheeks are bright red, her lush lips open, and she takes in shallow, ragged breaths as she looks back at me with wonder and surprise.
Relief floods through me as I see something in those magical eyes that goes beyond pain, but still, I don’t dare move. Not yet. I don’t trust myself. Not only is she human and fragile, it’s her first time. I need to take her slowly, gently, but my body has other ideas.
Fuck. Her cunny is so tight, but also so slick with arousal, and it’s pulsing around me as her body works to adjust to my cock’s rude invasion.
“I’m sorry.” I press a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Sorry?” Her forehead wrinkles and her eyes fill with confusion. “Why? Am I doing it wrong?”
“No.” My heart snaps at her misunderstanding. “I meant—I should I have entered you slowly.” My voice is tight. “I hurt you. That was not my intention.”
Her tongue slides out to wet her lower lip, and my cock throbs in response.
“It only hurt for a second.” Her eyes flutter shut and reopen as she tightens, hard, around my stiff cock.
Holy fuck.The breath vacates my chest.
“But it feels good now,” she says touching my cheek as she massages me with her cunt. “I like how you’re…fillingme. And I’m glad that...that I finally know how sex feels.”
Her hips shift under me, and I moan, the slight friction too much to bear.
