Page 95 of Fated to the Vampire Prince
Bastien held himself all the way inside me, grinding against that sensitive place. The one that was throbbing with desire. Needing release. It was all so new, yet I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Claire, you’re so tight around me. So tight. If I’m hurting you?—”
“You’re not,” I choked out. “I want more. More.”
“Are you sure?” he asked through his teeth. His desire and need to hold back warring inside him.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
With his face buried in my neck, he dragged himself out of me, only to slide back in, harder and faster than before. Thistime, I screamed his name. Not from pain, but from the unexpectedness of it.
“That’s it, darling. This is just the beginning.”
My hands wrapped around his neck. My fingers tangling in his hair as I moved my hips to feel him in every way. Our bodies sliding over one another. Sweat turning our skin slick. Bastien held perfectly still, allowing me to explore every sensation. Gasping when I found the place that felt so good. Heat built inside of me, that need to chase something.
A throaty groan escaped his lips. “Look at you, already squirming on my cock. Trying to make yourself come.” He slid out slowly once again, lingering, teasing that one spot until my eyes rolled back and my throat ran dry from panting, ‘more’over and over again. He thrust back inside me. Filling me. Taking me. Holding himself all the way in again. “Go ahead,” he rasped. “Rub that tight little pussy all over my cock. Use it. Don’t hold back. Make yourself come.”
Everything inside me was trying to obey his command. To find the sweet, hot release that was building inside me. Gripping his shoulders, I worked myself up and down on him. Breath hitching and moaning his name the closer I got to oblivion. But something was holding me back.
His hands melted around my waist, and he flipped us over so I was sitting on top of him. Breathless and so needy, I stared down at him and saw the hunger in his eyes as they drank in the curves of my body. His bloodstone throbbing with my erratic pulse.
Sitting astride this vampire, covered in scars, I felt so powerful. So wanted. So… loved. And so hungry for more.
His hands cradled my hips. His fingers dug into my backside. “Go on,chérie. Fuck your husband.”
My husband.Yes. I was going to fuck my husband. Pressing my hands into his shoulders, I moved my hips up and down onhim, my breath breaking on gasps and moans, until I found that place again, the warm spot that begged for release.
“I love watching you use me,” he said. “Keep going. It’s all yours. Only yours. Always yours.”
I moved faster, watching him as I slid up and down. And oh, Diana, it was coming. My release. I could feel it cresting like a wave. Harder and faster than I’d ever felt before. With him inside me, it was different. Hitting places his tongue and his finger alone couldn’t. A torrent of pleasure and deep emotions that I had only dared to dream of.
He gripped my backside and helped me, guiding me up and down until the pleasure reached a peak. Fire burned behind my eyes. The release unlike anything else. I fell forward, clutching the strands of his hair in my fists, shaking and trembling for him. Every part of me touching every part of him.
“Good girl,” he purred in my ear when I finally finished. “I nearly came watching you come on my cock.”
He smoothed back my hair with his cool hand then let it travel down my back, gliding along the furrow of my spine and over the swell of my backside until he was touching the place where we were joined.
Kissing the side of my cheek, Bastien said, “Look how wet my wife is. She’s dripping for me.” His fingers ran through my wetness, massaging me, eliciting a whole new kind of pleasure.
He thrust his hips up, making the space between us disappear once again, filling me up until I lost my breath. “I love hearing all the little sounds you make when I’m all the way in.”
Another thrust of his hips. Another moan I couldn’t hold back. Now that I’d come, I felt everything so much more intensely and the pain was gone. Bastien promised that he wasn’t going to make love to me like it was my first time. He promised to fuck me like I was made for him. I wanted him to make good on that vow.
The more I thought about it, a deeper, darker desire swirled inside me. He cupped my breasts, gently squeezing before bringing one to his mouth, toying with my nipple.
“Take me like I was made for you. I’m ready.”
Bastien was quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I insisted. Yes, there was a sweet ache in the place where we were joined but not pain. “You wouldn’t. Just?—”
My voice broke off when I felt his teeth against my neck. Scraping down the column of my throat. He moved inside me again. A slow, lazy thrust of his hips made me moan for more. Through our bond, I could feel his thirst. His desire wasn’t to just to take me, but to fulfill both of his desires at the same time. To have me in both ways.
“Drink, Your Grace.”
His hand went around my waist, and Bastien flipped me over, putting me on my hands and knees, his body hovering behind me.
His hard length glided between my legs. He rubbed his head over my sweetest spot, teasing me with slow strokes before tucking himself back in. I gasped as he filled me. The new angle was different from the first two and made me feel like I was his in a primal way.
