Page 33 of Bloodstained
“You make my cock throb hearing you ask for it that way. And smelling that sweet pussy all primed and slick tells me I won’t last once I’m buried deep inside of you.”
She moaned softly. “Ivan… I want you to fuck me.”
I hummed at how fucking good it felt to hear her say those filthy words. “You see how hard you make my cock?” My heart slammed in my chest at the thought of her surrendering to me completely. I shifted back slightly so I could kneel beside her, and wrapped my hand around my length, aching to be inside her. Clara gave a sweet, broken little sound that nearly undid me. “You see what you do to me? You’ve got me so fucking turned on I could spill before I’m even buried in your tight, perfect body.”
She fisted the sheets, muscles taut, her body straining with need. Her gaze locked on my cock, teeth sinking into her bottom lip until it blanched under the pressure.
“Do you want my mouth between your thighs again? Want me to lick your tight little pussy until you’re begging? Do you want my fangs in your skin? My tongue lapping up every drop of blood?”
Her strangled cry split the air as she spread wider, baring her pussy fully to me. The heady sweetness of her arousal hit like a drug, leaving me undone.
“Ivan… yes. I want you.” Her voice was low, thick with heat, and I was on the bed in the next heartbeat.
Clara was as desperate for me as I was for her. I yanked her body flush against mine, one hand wrapping her throat as I crushed my mouth to hers. She molded to me perfectly, nails digging deep enough I prayed she broke skin, that she marked me with blood.
I devoured her mouth—licking, sucking, letting my fangs drag across her lip before pulling back, hungry for the sight of her. My hand slid from her throat to her jaw, thumb smearing across her bottom lip, tugging it down. I pressed the pad inside, making her suck me deep, her heat and obedience feeding the predator in me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” I rasped, leaning in to lick at her open mouth, dragging my tongue across her lips before plunging inside. I devoured her, lapping every inch of that wet heat while her moans fed the fire in me.
As I fucked her mouth slow and deep with my tongue, my free hand slid down, thrusting between her thighs. Slickness coated my fingers instantly, her body drenched and eager. My cock throbbed, the need to spill clawing at me.
“So wet for me. So ready for your husband.”
Her cry split the air, legs spreading wider, giving me every inch of her. I pressed closer, wedging myself against her heat. Clara moaned, dragged her tongue over the edge of my fang, and pressed until it sliced. The sweet coppery fluid flooded my mouth, and I nearly lost myself in her taste.
I teased her clit with my finger, rolling it before crushing my mouth back to hers. I kissed her deeply, thoroughly, keeping my hand on her jaw, forcing her mouth open as I fucked her with lips and tongue. She didn’t resist. She surrendered. My perfect woman gave me all the control.
A growl rumbled out of me as I shoved a finger into her tight pussy, her walls clenching greedily around me. I thrust in and out, savoring her gasps, then ripped myself from her mouth and pulled my hand free.
Her eyes opened, dazed, locked on mine as I raised my slick fingers to my lips. I dragged my tongue over them slowly, licking every drop of her arousal, savoring it like a sacrament.
I shoved my finger between her lips, fucking her mouth with it, her warm tongue a tight suction. “Taste yourself, Clara. You taste like perfection, don’t you?”
Her moan vibrated against my skin as she sucked greedily, and my stone-like cock jerked between us. I pulled my finger free, slick with her essence, and dragged my tongue over every drop, savoring it with a groan. “I’ve missed this, sweet girl.”
My hand shot out, wrapping around her arm, and I brought her delicate wrist to my mouth. For a heartbeat, I only held her there, her warmth against my lips, breathing her in like she was the only thing tethering me to this world.
I flicked my tongue out, tasting her soft skin, and my fangs lengthened in answer. I parted my lips, letting her see exactly what she did to me. Her pupils blew wide, her breath hitched, and the air filled with the heavy scent of her desire.
Then I sank my fangs into her tender flesh. Her gasp tore through the air as I pierced deep, but I never broke her gaze. Her hot, thick blood burst on my tongue, sliding down my throat like the sweetest sin. I groaned, drinking her greedily, every swallow a brand of possession.
I tore my mouth from her wrist, the wound still weeping, and held her hand above her heart. Scarlet drops slid down, splashing against those perfect breasts. I lifted her wrist to my mouth, dragging my tongue over the twin punctures, sealing them, before smearing her blood across her nipples with my fingers, painting her in what was mine.
She gave a shocked, breathy sound that only made my cock ache more. I slid my hand up behind her head, fingers curling possessively over her nape. “Give me that pretty mouth again.” She whimpered and rose slightly, doing exactly what I said.I kissed her hard, brutally. My cock was throbbing between us, her wetness so pronounced my cock was already soaked and I hadn’t even been inside her yet.
I wanted her to drink from me, to take a part of me into her like I would do with her for the rest of our lives. Her flush deepened, as if she could read my mind. I groaned, hearing her heart beat faster, seeing her nipples tighten further. I smelled her cunt dripping, knew slickness slid down the crease of her ass soaking the sheets.
She dug her nails into the flesh of my sides, pulling me closer, and I hissed in pleasure.
“I’m losing control,” I groaned. I reached out and placed my hands between her legs. She froze, her breath stilling as she looked down at where I was.
I wasn’t gentle or teasing, didn’t ease her into anything. I took my thumbs and hooked them on either side of her pussy, pulling her lips apart, exposing all that pink, swollen, and wet flesh. Her hole was tiny, and I remembered from earlier how tight she was, how much she strangled my cock.
Another primal sound left me, and I was between her legs again, dragging my fangs up and down the tender, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. I lifted my eyes to look at her, and when our gazes were locked, I struck. I sank my teeth into her pliant flesh. Her cry was instant, and she closed her eyes, moaning as I greedily drank. Her pussy smelled so good, and her blood was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.
When I pried myself off of her, it took sheer will alone. I could have drunk my fill of my wife, but I needed to fuck her as much as she needed me to. I looked down at where I’d bitten her, a reddish purple mark she’d wear forever. The blood in my veins rushed even faster at how much I liked seeing it on her.
Placing my hands flat on her inner thighs, I slowly lifted my gaze back up to her face. Clara was already watching me, her pupils blown, her hazy, aroused expression so beautiful. She surprised the hell out of me by pushing her upper body up, reaching for my cock, and curling her fingers around my length.I hissed at how good it felt to have her small hand around my dick.
