Page 63 of Fighting for Her Heart
Once he’s fully seated, he lies on top of me, his heavier body immobilizing mine, and he stays there, completely still with his cock deep inside and his finger pressing hard against my clit. The only part of me I can move are my inner muscles and I squeeze them around him, over and over.
“Please,” he whispers next to my ear. “Don’t do that if you can control it. Please let me go slowly.”
I nod, concentrating, letting myself relax as his mouth slides against my throat, his hot breath making me moan.
“May I now take your vein?”
“Yes,” I say with barely any air, and then feel the sharp, hot prick of pleasure as his fangs pierce my throat.
He groans as my blood hits his lips, but he doesn’t suck. Instead, he licks the pair of dripping wounds to heal them, and then his hips start to move, sliding his cock slowly inside me.
I cry out, unsure if I’ve ever felt so much pleasure, and loving how each of the men are capable of bringing me to places the others can’t.
Staying buried inside me, Zuben adjusts his position, moving his legs to the outside of my hips, which pushes my legs closer together, then he crosses his lower legs under my thighs, trapping them between the bend in his legs. I’m fully immobilized, pinned by his powerful legs, and the weight of his upper body heavy against my back.
Even though I can’t move a muscle, I feel free, free to indulge in my pleasure and not think about his anymore. My blood is racing through my veins, as if it’s equally eager to move in two directions at once, both up to my throat, coaxing his fangs to pierce me again, and also flooding my pussy, surrounding his cock that’s deep but remaining perfectly still inside me.
And then he finally thrusts, tipping his pelvis forward and back. Slowly, deliberately his body stabs his long cock inside me, creating delicious friction that just makes me crave more. It’s like his entire powerful body is contracting over top of mine, like with each thrust he’s trying to curl himself into a tight ball, but I’m in the way. With each slow drive, his cock goes so deep it’s like he hopes to force himself all the way through me. But nothing about it is painful. Each thrust feels better than the last, and each one continues to make me want them to come faster and more forcefully.
Zuben licks my throat as he continues to fill me—so well—and my body feels every part of him inside me with each pass.
I’m desperate for him to feed from me now, and desperate for him to fuck me harder, but he continues this torturously slow penetration, along with the slow nips and licks at my throat, this never-ending tease that’s driving me crazy.
His finger lets up some of the pressure over my clit, but then he pushes hard against it again, pulsing it over my sensitive nub in time with his long thrusts, as he buries himself deep inside me over and over and over again.
He groans against my throat, and then his fangs finally pierce my vein again. But just like the first time, all he does is create the wounds and then lick off the spilled blood, sealing the punctures and swallowing the small taste of blood, as he continues to pin me down and thrust into me slowly from behind.
I’ve lost count of how many times he’s drunk from me like this, when his finger over my clit slides and swirls and an orgasm takes over my body—and my mind.
As I come, he latches his mouth over my throat and drinks fully this time. Blood flows from my vein into his throat as my lower body convulses, tightening hard around his cock that’s finally accelerating, giving me some of the satisfaction I’ve been so badly craving.
Although I’m still completely trapped, immobilized by his body—a body that’s now stabbing both into my cunt and my throat, I feel like I’m flying. I’m weightless, unable to see or hear or feel anything beyond my blood, racing to gift itself to him. And the intense pleasure keeps lifting me higher and higher.
I’m still cresting on the wave of my orgasm, when his fangs and cock both pull out at the same time, and the pressure of his weight over me lessens.
Whimpering at the loss, I writhe, but before I fully register that I can now move, he flips me onto my back. Lifting my hips, he impales me again from his knees, and then he lays us back down, stretching out on top of me, but this time hip-to-hip, face-to-face.
Licking the last of my blood from his lips, he takes my face in his hands and begins to thrust.
Faster and faster, Zuben drives into me, never once breaking eye contact, and never once making me fear that he’ll hurt me.
“Zuben.” I reach up to stroke the soft skin on his cheek. “I love you so much.”
He gasps, and his hips pause on a backstroke, his tip just barely inside me, and his eyes fill with terror and shock.
I bite my lip, terrified I’ve ruined everything. “You don’t need to say it back,” I tell him. “It’s okay. I just wanted you to know.”
The expression in his eyes shifts, the fear replaced with so much joy that I’m flooded with even more emotions. But before I can process it all, his hips move forward slowly, until he’s buried deep inside me again, and every millimeter of his progress as he fills me brings so much pleasure I can’t think.
“Ember.” His face nuzzles my neck, and then he raises his head to look into my eyes again. “I am very sorry, but I have never been capable of experiencing love.”
My throat tightens, but I reach up to touch his lips. “That’s okay. I understand.”
“No, you do not.” He shakes his head. “I am not even certain I understand what I mean myself. But…in spite of my shortcoming, I have only one hypothesis for what I am feeling right now.” His cock twitches inside me.
“Sexual arousal?” My voice trembles. “Pleasure?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I am feeling those things, yes, but also something else. It is…I am feeling a very deep…affectionfor you. My chest seems to be tightening and expanding at the same time…” He looks away.
