Page 46 of The Prodigies
She giggled. “Eat, vampire. You’re starving.”
I was, and not only for her sweet juices but something equally orgasmic. My fangs shot out, and Layla spread her thighs wide open.
I licked a small area on her inner thigh, inhaled, then struck.
She whimpered, latching onto my cock, and froze for a mere second.
Her blood exploded on my tongue, sending me into the stratosphere, and even more so when she swallowed me whole, the head of my cock touching the back of her throat.
Motherfucker. The woman knew exactly how to play me.
While I took long pulls, she found a steady rhythm—sucking and licking. After I had my fill of blood, I retracted my fangs and kissed my way to the soaking folds of her cunt. She smelled of ecstasy and set my balls on fire as I suckled her swollen nub.
As we feasted on each other, moans and groans peppered the air, competing with the crackle of fire. The fragrant sex swirling around us made me high as a fucking kite. A high I never wanted to come down from, but when Layla played with my balls, that tingling in my lower back hit me out of nowhere. I was reaching that point of no return, and as much as I fucking loved her mouth, I had to feel her pussy walls gripping my shaft.
I flipped around in seconds before she could protest and drove inside her. “Legs over my shoulders,” I bit out, holding back as hard as I fucking could.
Once she was splayed open, I fucked her rough and fast, just how she liked it.
She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. “Fangs, vampire. I want to see them while you fuck me.”
Who was I to disappoint?
She angled her neck. “Bite.” Her tone was demanding.
Just as I sank my fangs into her, she clamped her teeth into my neck, breaking skin.
As I drank, fucking her, her love slid through my veins like warm butter, filling every cell in me. I was dizzy, high, and ready to explode.
She released me. “I can feel you so strongly when your blood is in me.” Her voice was breathy. “Come with me, vampire.”
I tucked away my fangs, licked my blood from her lips, and pounded into her like a madman.
“Yes, that’s it, Sam. Harder,” she said between breaths as I rocked and she rolled.
The sound of flesh slapping together, our moans peppering the air, and the crackling of fire was a well-orchestrated symphony of magic and mayhem. Human and vampire. Fire and ice. Two beings twined together by fate, love, and an overwhelming desire to please each other.
My heart was punching my ribs. I was coated in sweat as I climbed higher with every thrust, breath, and groan, locking eyes with the most stunning creature I’d ever seen.
“Liquid silver,” she panted out, reaching up and dragging a finger over one of my eyelids. “Your transformation to vampire sets my clit on fire.”
As if that were my magic button, that tingle in my lower back struck fast and hard, wrapping around my waist. I threw my head back and roared my release while Layla shot up to a sitting position and screamed my name at the top of her lungs.
Fucking mind-blowing ecstasy as I rode out my orgasm, beaming at the beauty who I called my wife, partner, and soulmate.
She smiled from ear to ear, sweat dotting her forehead, her auburn hair damp and wild around her face. “Best sex yet.”
I untangled myself from her when an intrusive ringing sound rudely entered my psyche, faint at first, and as I growled for the noise to stop, it grew louder as Layla’s pretty face vanished.
I jolted awake. Disoriented, I rubbed my eyes, feeling like I’d just run a marathon. The sheets were drenched in sweat, and my crotch was wet. I swiped a hand over boxer briefs. Yep, I actually came from that dream. But fuck if it wasn’t the best ever.
I glanced at my sleeping beauty, who had a smile on her face. I wondered if she’d experienced my erotic fantasy. I’d been the star of hers once before.
I leaned over the bed and snatched my phone from the top of my jeans.
“Sam.”
Layla’s sultry voice gave me goose bumps, and I turned to kiss her on the forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
