Page 44 of Auctioned for Her Blood
“My little dove.” My voice is so strained, I can barely talk. “You thinkthisis sex? That a few hard pokes constitutes making love?”
Her eyes fill with worry, or possibly embarrassment. “There’s more?” She tightens around me again.
Choking back a moan, I nod. “So much more. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” The word comes out on a thread of air.
Bracing myself, I press a light kiss on her lips. “Tell me if I hurt you. I will try to be gentle, but you…” I shake my head, unable to find the right words. “There is something about you…”
“What?” Her forehead wrinkles with worry again. “Iamdoing something wrong. Please. Tell me what to do.”
“Ember.” I kiss her softly. “You are the opposite of wrong. In fact, there is something about you. Something I can’t seem to resist.” My ass muscles release and tighten a few times, moving me ever so slightly inside her as I fight to hold my rod back. “I’m not sure I can be as gentle as I want to be.”
Her lips part on a thready exhale that’s clearly powered both by fear and pleasure. “That’s okay,” she says softly. “Make love to me. Please.”
Unable to maintain my resistance, I pull back, sliding out through her tight channel as slowly as I can, and grimacing with the effort of keeping control.
“Does it hurt you?” she asks as she cups my cheek.
“Hurt?” I freeze with only my cock’s head inside her.
“Your face…” She strokes my cheek. “I can tell that it hurts you.”
“No.” I swallow. “It’s not pain you’re seeing in my face, little dove. Quite the opposite.” I thrust into her, hard.
She cries out, her breath shuddering as I hit home.
“Fuck!” I did it again, and my cock throbs inside her, even as I command it to be still again. It’s like her body has some magic spice driving me wild. I’ve had more wenches than I could begin to count, but I’ve never felt anything like this.
“What’s wrong?” she asks her voice full of concern.
“I’m trying to go slow…” I shake my head.
“It’s okay.” Her hips pulse, and she licks her lips, unaware of the seductive power of her tongue.
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.” I withdraw slowly again as she nods. I can take away her pain if I feed. But I want her awake…
My body takes over my thoughts, ignoring my intentions and moving of its own volition. My back and ass muscles are no longer interested in intentions, they’re only interested in giving me what my cock craves, giving me what her tight, soft cunt can offer, taking what my body demands.
Powered by more lust and passion than I’ve felt in my life, I drive into her, as hard and fast as I take female vampires, who have the ability to heal from the friction and force of the most punishing and rapid thrusts.
A high keening sound flows from her lips, and I open my eyes, unaware that I’d closed them and hoping to discover whether her sound is driven by pleasure or pain. But her eyes are closed, her cheeks bright red, her lips open, her head to the side, exposing her throat.
And my hips refuse to still, thrusting my cock inside her delicious tight cunt over and over and over. It’s driving me mad. I should stop, at least slow down. I should check to see how she’s doing, but my hips won’t listen to reason and they drive with a force and pace I fear might break her.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, bobbing so fast and hard they must hurt too, and so I take one tit in my palm to support it.
She moans.
Encouraged, my thumb strums her nipple as my cock continues its plunder, ramming deep with each stroke and relishing the tight muscles responding inside of her, even as I try to convince myself to slow down.
I have no idea how much time has passed when I manage to ease up my unrelenting, inhuman pace.
She opens her eyes, and the sight makes me gasp, her beauty, her very soul on display in the violet depths of her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask hoarsely.
“I’m not sure, I—”
