Page 49 of The Second Sight
“Seven,” she breathed, her hands clutching at my shoulders with nails digging into flesh. “You feel so good.”
I began to move, setting a rhythm that made her eyes flutter closed and her lips part. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my immortal body, sensations I’d thought long dulled by centuries of experience suddenly sharp and new again. This wasn’t merely physical satisfaction. It was something transcendent, something that reached beyond flesh to touch whatever remained of my broken soul.
Her warm taunt hole wrapped around me felt magical, literally. Her fae heritage manifested in subtle ways during our connection. A faint luminescence to her skin that no human would notice, but my vampire vision caught clearly. The scent of ancient magic intensified with her pleasure. The way my own powers seemed to strengthen in her presence, as if her life force fed mine without a blood exchange.
“More,” she demanded, hips rising to meet each thrust. “Harder.”
I complied, gradually increasing the force behind my movements, careful to maintain control despite the hunger that urged me to let go completely. Even with her supernatural heritage, she remained more fragile than I was. I could break her if I truly lost control. This fear kept me reined in even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.
Outside the window, the sky darkened as clouds began to gather. A distant rumble of thunder echoed through the room, as if nature itself responded to our fucking festivals of fucks.
“Turn over,” I commanded, suddenly needing to see her from a different angle, to possess her in a new way.
She complied eagerly, rolling onto her stomach before rising to her hands and knees. The position presented the elegant curve of her spine, the perfect roundness of her ass. I moved behind her, guiding her hands to the ornate headboard of my bed, an antique piece carved by Italian masters centuries ago, now serving as an anchor for our pleasure.
“Hold on tight,” I warned before entering her again. This new angle drew a cry of surprise and delight from her lips.
From this position, I could watch her back arch, could see the way her fingers whitened as they gripped the wooden carvings. My vampire senses heightened every aspect of the experience. When she looked back over her shoulder to meet my gaze, I almost lost it.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, my lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Not to bite, though the temptation was nearly overwhelming, but to taste her skin.
My hands slid around her body, one rising to cup her breast, the other descending between her thighs to find the center of her pleasure.
Her breathing quickened, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that tested my control. Another roll of thunder sounded outside. The storm was approaching just as our own climaxes built.
“Let me see you,” I said, suddenly needing to watch her face, to witness her pleasure directly.
I withdrew from her body, ignoring her sound of protest as I repositioned us. I sat back against the pillows, guiding her to straddle my hips. She sank down onto me with a sigh of satisfaction, her hands bracing against my chest. In this position, we were face to face, eye to eye, the intimacy of the connection as powerful as the physical sensation.
“Perfect,” I breathed, my hands settling on her hips to guide her movements.
She began to ride me, finding her own rhythm, taking control in a way that was both surrendering and commanding. My hands roamed her body freely, tracing patterns across her skin, memorizing every curve, dimple, and mole. Her eyes remained locked with mine. Our connection transcended the physical joining of our bodies.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, casting everything in stark relief for a moment before plunging us back into shadow. The storm outside matched our intensity, building toward its inevitable release just as we built toward ours.
I remembered the old antique mirror that sat adjacent to my bed. “Watch yourself in the mirror.” I instructed, myeyes tracking her reflection. Watching her ride my cock like a professional that had a hundred men's cocks inside her tight little pussy.
Kasi’s gaze fixed on the mirror, fascination blooming in her expression as she watched herself move atop me. I studied her face, captivated by the parting of her lips, the way her eyes would sometimes close before she forced them open again to continue watching herself ride my cock with reckless abandon.
The room grew darker as the storm clouds completely covered the sky outside. Lightning flashed more frequently now, illuminating us in strobing bursts that made the room feel dreamlike, surreal. Thunder crashed directly overhead, the sound vibrating through the walls of my mansion.
I felt powerful and vulnerable in our connection. Powerful in my immortal strength, in my ability to bring her pleasure. Yet vulnerable in the way she made me feel, in the emotions she stirred that I’d thought long dead. My existence suddenly seemed to orbit around her like planets around a sun.
“Seven,” she gasped, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached another climax.
I gripped her hips tighter, helping her maintain rhythm as her control began to falter. My own release built, a gathering pressure that threatened to overwhelm my carefully maintained discipline. I wanted to let go completely. With Kasi, it felt safe.
The storm reached its peak outside. Rain was now lashing against the windows, thunder crashing overhead without pause. Our bodies moved in sync, as if we had summoned it.
Feeling her body tensing above me, I knew she stood on the precipice of release. “Come with me, Kasi.”
Her eyes met mine, wide and filled with wonder as pleasure overtook her. In that moment, I saw something I hadn’t expected, something that, in my mortal days, I would have calledlove. It wasn’t something we just proclaimed. Our love was something that was inherent.
As our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, an ancient hunger rose within me, distinct from but entwined with my sexual desire. My fangs extended without conscious thought. The vampire nature I’d controlled for surged forward with unstoppable force. I pulled back slightly, looking at Kasi’s flushed face, her lips parted in pleasure, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. She must have sensed the change in me, felt the predator rising to the surface, for her eyes opened fully, widening at the sight of my extended fangs gleaming in the storm’s lightning flashes. Instead of fear, I saw curiosity in her gaze.
“May I taste you?” I asked, my voice rough with need.
The question hung between us. I was not asking merely for permission to drink her blood. I was inviting her into the most intimate act vampires could share with another being. Blood-taking during sex transcended physical pleasure, creating a bond that mere words failed to describe.
