Page 62 of Auctioned for Her Blood
It’s exhilarating, terrifying. I’ve never fucked the same woman this often—but still wanting more. Not since… No, not even with Tavi did I feel like this.
“You sure you want it hard?” I stroke my fingers inside Ember. I love how her body undulates against my hand, how her eager nipples reach forward to rub on my chest hairs.
“Are you still feeling…energized from the last time I fed?” I plunge my fingers deep inside her.
Her lips squeeze together, and she inhales raggedly and nods. “Yes. Please. I’m on fire. And I want to feel your power. All of it. Please.”
I don’t understand it, but not only did my drinking her blood give me the ability to take sunlight and steal hers, it also seems to have given her a vampiric-like sex drive and healing ability.
Since neither of us have any idea how long these effects will last, or whether they will ever happen again, we should take every advantage of the time that we have.
Moving quickly, I pull her down the bed, shifting one of her legs over my shoulder. I fill her completely, driving in so fast and hard that my balls crash against her body, and I land so deep that my cock aches, bending at the impact at her tight tunnel’s limit.
She cries out, but then latches her mouth on my shoulder, her teeth biting down. She hasn’t broken my skin, but her suction is strong, as if she wants to draw blood from me too.
My hips plow forward, acting on their own and slamming endlessly, each pass better than the last, each one the best I’ve ever had, but still not enough. And the force of each drive presses her body down into the mattress, even as she struggles to arch into my thrusts.
She wants more. Ineedmore. More than this position and the soft bed allow.
Pulling out, I flip her onto her belly, and kneel as I pull her ass high. Then I drive in from behind, tugging back on her hips for leverage, moving my body against hers so rapidly that I’m thrusting at several strokes per second.
My cock heats from the friction, assisted by what seems like an endless supply of her juices, forcing itself through her muscles that tighten and release, over and over, almost as fast as my thrusts.
She is fucking amazing.
Pausing deep inside her for a split second, I wrap my arms around her body and lift her torso, letting the weight of gravity hold her down onto my cock as I leap off the bed.
Bounding again, I brace her over the arm of an upholstered chair. One of the last sunshine free places I’ve yet to take her.
Leaning forward with bent legs, I trap her body between mine and the chair’s arm and hold still deep inside her.
“Please,” she murmurs. “More.”
“Anything for you, little dove.” Using the full force of my legs, I drive into her hard, and she shouts out her pleasure at the force and depth.
Like a wild animal, I pound mercilessly, pulling back on her shoulders, her hips, her hair, her tits as I struggle to find new ways to get leverage and heighten my pleasure.
A fierce climax is building inside me, but I don’t want to come. Not yet. It’s too soon.
We might not get the chance to fuck again until we reach Montréal, and even if I can carry her there in a few hours of running—that’s a lifetime without being inside her.
Slipping out, I turn her and press her back against the wall, lifting her above me so her legs straddle my shoulders, her sex in my face. Latching onto her love bud, I suck.
Her head slams against the wall behind, and I inhale her, tugging with the power of a vacuum, intermittently breaking the suction to lick and swirl, feasting on her sweet juices.
“Oh, Ryker!” Her hips buck against my face, and I let up on the hard suction, flicking my tongue instead, and then dragging it through her wet folds, lapping up the taste of her, salty with her sweat and so sweet.
I drive my rigid tongue inside of her, wanting to drink her dry in more ways than one, but it seems like she’ll never be dry, her body creating an endless supply of sweet lubrication to please us both. Her hips circle against my mouth, and then she thrusts, pulling my tongue deeper as she comes in another seemingly endless orgasm.
But I need to see her face, and my cock demands to feel her contractions.
Lifting her off my shoulders, I toss her into the air and impale her as she drops.
Gasping, eyes wide, she grabs at my back.
“Shit,” she says. “I nearly hit the ceiling. I felt like I was flying.”
Shaking my head, I look into her eyes. “Now we fly.”
