Page 74 of The Hunted
“Say it,” he commanded, leaning down until his mouth was an inch from mine.
I squeezed around his dick tightly, hoping that would energize him, but the vampire was stubborn even though his eyes rolled back in his head. And as much as I hated to give in to the bullheaded vampire, I had to orgasm or else I would die.
“I’myours, Sam Mason. Nowplease fuck me.” I put as much feeling into those two statements as I could.
He began fucking me like a wild man.
I matched him thrust for thrust. Then he stopped again.
I growled like an animal.Not again.
But he had other plans. “On your knees.”
I smiled wide and gladly obeyed. I think my compliance threw him off his game because he tilted his head. Once I was on all fours with my ass facing him, he gripped my hip with one hand and guided his cock into my pussy with the other.
I pushed back into him, urging him to hurry the hell up. Then he wrapped my long locks around one hand, gripped my hip with his other, and fucked me hard and fast.
Skin slapped on skin. Sweat poured off my body as we fucked like rabbits. Moans, groans, and grunts peppered the air.
“Sit on me,” he commanded.
We adjusted ourselves so I was seated on his dick with my legs around him. He dug his fingers into my waist, helping me move up and down. The friction was glorious as my tits bounced with every thrust.
I held on to his head, helping him move from one breast to the other, never losing speed as we rocked and rolled. Then, taking a play out of his book, I pulled on his hair, his head lolling backward. I kissed his chin, his mouth, and his jaw as I reached the precipice of my orgasm.
“Fuck me harder, Sam. I’m almost there.”
He obeyed me and flipped me over, not breaking our connection, and kept pounding into me.
I whimpered, squealed, and got caught up in a world I never wanted to leave. I was lost in him and what he was doing to me. I knew I would never be the same. I knew he was mine, and I dared any woman, human or vampire, to touch the one man who ripped my soul from me and pieced it back together.
“You’re mine, Sam Mason,” I said in a breathy tone. “Say it.” I sounded like a different person.
His fangs grazed my chin. “I’m yours for eternity, Layla. You can count on that.”
I didn’t comprehend the eternity part but didn’t give a damn at the moment. My orgasm hit me, and I shot up and sunk my teeth into his shoulder, holding on to him as a small amount of his blood exploded on my tongue.
He roared like a lion as he thrust hard one last time, pulsing, throbbing as we rode out our orgasms in sync.
We stayed tethered to each other for maybe seconds or minutes—I wasn’t sure. What I was sure of, though, was I would never be the same when I walked out of his room. In what way? I wasn’t certain.
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SAM
Iuntangled my body from hers and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth. When I returned, Layla was fast asleep.
I grinned at the sleeping beauty. She was curled up with one hand beneath the pillow and the other tucked under her chin. I thought of waking her. My dick was still rock hard and ready to go a few more rounds or all night, and I was too amped up to sleep, but she looked peaceful, and I wanted to check in to see if Kraft and Ben had eyes on Roman.
I pulled the blankets over her then kissed her on the head. “Sleep well.”
She moaned, wiggling into the pillow.
“Dream of me,” I whispered in her ear.
I gathered a clean uniform and left, closing the soundproofed steel door softly. No one could hear us, and no one was getting through unless they came in through the window. Even then, my enemy would have a difficult time with the thick bulletproof glass.
As I showered and dressed, I replayed the last hour between Layla and me. The sex had been intense as fuck, and every one of her emotions had been mine and mine hers. The orgasm was out-of-this-world. I felt both of ours at the same time. Maybe I should thank the gods for giving me my empath ability.
