Page 48 of Claim the Twilight
He tore his mouth free of mine, his hand fisting in my hair to yank me away from him. “I didn’t want our first time to be like this.”
“Fuck me, Lorenzo.”
He growled, the sound shooting straight to my core. The next moments were frenzied, his hands on my waistband, tugging and pulling my pants down. I kicked my boots off, twisting and turning so he could help me slide off the offending material thatwas keeping us apart until finally I was free to straddle him again.
He reached down to undo his pants, his gaze locked with mine. But I needed to see. I needed to touch.
I dropped my gaze to his cock. Thick and hard, the tip beaded with arousal. I wanted to taste it.
He fisted my hair again and yanked me up. “Not now. No time. I need inside you.”
Fuck, yes. I pressed a palm to the carriage wall behind him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I inched down, groaning as he stretched me, wriggling and undulating to work him in. “Fuck, Lorenzo.”
He grasped my hips, sucking in a breath. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.”
And he was girthy and long and felt so good. My pussy contracted around him, sucking and drawing him in. My head fell back on a guttural moan as we finally locked in place.
“Look at me,” Lorenzo said gruffly. “I want to watch you come.”
I dropped my chin, meeting his hot gaze as he pinned me to him and began to thrust upward.
I cried out, meeting his thrusts with a snap of my hips, hard, fast, and frantic until I was spiraling, pussy walls contracting around him as I came.
“Fuck…” The word was a strangled cry falling from his lips as he continued to thrust, to give me everything, even though I’d lost control of my body in the throes of release, unable to move in a coordinated fashion. He kept pumping, long, deep strokes—a tempo that kept me locked in the cycle of an orgasm until sobs clawed at my throat, my eyes burned with tears, and my body seized.
I fell against him, spent and weak, and he pulled out his cock, glistening and engorged.
“You didn’t come…” I stared at him in confusion.
“Not yet,” he said tightly. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and fisted himself, pumping twice before his hips jerked with release. He caught the thick ropes of cum in the handkerchief. Fuck, that was hot.
I claimed his mouth, kissing him hard enough to bruise. He groaned, one hand sinking into my hair as he took control of the kiss. Head spinning, thighs quivering, I wanted, needed more.
The carriage jolted and rocked, and a fizz of power ran over my skin, warning me that we’d just crossed the boundary between Old Town and New.
Lorenzo softened, then broke the kiss, his gaze misty as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I needed that,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, so did I.” I kissed his nose.
“But the next time I want you in a bed. I want to taste you, every inch, and then I want to come inside you.”
My stomach flipped hard. “You could have come inside methistime. I’m a vampire, so you can’t get me pregnant, and I’m clean. You can’t catch anything off me or infect me with anything, not that I think that you have…Urgh. I’ll shut up now.”
He smiled and kissed my jaw. “I’m not concerned with any of that. Aside from the mess it would have made, some mageris’ seed is an aphrodisiac. It takes time to recover from it.”
My brows went up. “Wait, so I’d have been…high?”
He kissed my neck. “Uh-huh…So fucking high.”
My pussy throbbed. “You have no idea how sexy the word fuck sounds when you say it.”
He cupped my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple through the material of my shirt.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you trying for round two?”
He wrapped his mouth around my nipple through my shirt and sucked. I arched my back, rubbing myself along the length of his cock, clit throbbing as he sucked harder.
