Page 58 of Bite
I won’t break.
I want it all.
“More,” I gasp, my nails digging crescents into his shoulders. “Don’t hold back.”
He pauses for a second, looking down at me with something dark and unreadable in his gaze. Then he abruptly pulls out and flips me over with inhuman strength and speed, dragging me to the edge of the bed until my toes barely graze the floor. He bends me over, his hands suddenly everywhere– dragging my hips back, smoothing over the curve of my spine, pushing my face into the comforter.
He slams into me from behind, so much harder and faster than before. The pain is sharp, the pleasure sharper, and soon it all blurs into a single, intoxicating burn. I scream, begging him for more, not even caring how shameless I sound. He fucks me like he means it, like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else, and dammit, that’s exactly what he’s doing. Nothing else will ever compare to this. Tohim.
I’m being fucked by a vampire king, and Iloveit.
I’m gasping, trembling beneath him, thighs quivering as he pounds into me. His hands grip my hips, leaving bruises of ownership, every thrust driving deep into my core.
“That’s it, my little mortal,” James grits out, voice low and rough. “I thought your blood was divine, but this cunt is even sweeter. And it’s all mine, isn’t it?”
I bite down on the comforter in a vain effort to keep from screaming, but the sound tears out anyway, leaving my throat raw. Every nerve in my body is alight, every inch of me humming with heat and pressure and dizzyingneed.
“You’remine, and you won’t come until I tell you to,” he murmurs as he stills his movements, the weight of him draping over my back. He fists my hair, turning my head to the side until our gazes lock. “You’re going to hold yourself right on the edge as that sweet cunt squeezes my cock, waiting for my command to let go.”
I arch into him, legs trembling as my body starts to unravel despite his directive. He starts thrusting again, each one driving me closer to the edge of bliss. I’m seeing stars, my mind swimming, breath coming in ragged, shallow bursts.
“James… please…” I beg, voice hoarse and words barely coherent.
“Say it,” he commands with another fierce snap of his hips. “Say you’re mine, Taylor. Mine and only mine while I fuck you.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words dissolving into a moan as he slams into me again. “Only yours…”
“Good girl,” he growls, hand tightening in my hair as he rocks back, pulling me with him. “Look at you, dripping for me, shaking, begging… you love it, don’t you? You love taking my cock, feeling every inch of my claim inside you.”
His arm bands around my waist to hold me up as he pistons his hips, the new angle making me see fireworks. His thrusts are punishing and precise, unraveling me even further.
“James!” I choke out, back arching, body vibrating with tension as I struggle not to come completely undone.
He smirks against the nape of my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “That’s it. Scream my name until you forget your own.”
The weight of him, the relentless, perfect friction of him buried inside me, the way he speaks as if he owns my very soul– it’s too much. My vision blurs, sweat slicking my body, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room like thunder. I’m dizzy, lost in the sensation, every thought gone except the need for release.
“Now,” he commands. “Come for me, little mortal. Show me how much you love being fucked by a vampire.”
The tension in my belly snaps, body shuddering violently as pleasure crashes through me. Fangs pierce my neck as James bites down, my muscles convulsing as he drinks from me in greedy gulps while thrusting harder, deeper, until his hips stutter and he joins me in the throes of climax.
The combined intensity, the mix of pain, pleasure, and release, is otherworldly. It feels like I’m falling apart, spiraling into oblivion. I’m screaming, my entire body wrung out, completely lost to the moment. Everything collapses into nothing, vision darkening around the edges while I gasp for air.
When I come back into myself, he’s draped over me, chest heaving against my back. “You did so well,mea dulcis,” he murmurs, tongue sweeping along the side of my neck.
I can’t speak. I can only shiver beneath him, heart racing, utterly spent.
Utterlyhis.
Chapter
Nineteen
Iwake to the persistent tickle of whiskers against my chin and the warm, familiar weight of a cat on my chest. Tiny paws knead lazily against my sternum, and my fingers move automatically, stroking through soft fur.
My eyes are still closed, but my senses slowly awaken as consciousness creeps in. Sound first– the rumble of Ozzy’s purr, the faint tick of a clock. Then scent– cedarwood and snow, embedded in the sheets and still clinging to my skin.
