Page 83 of Rose and Shadows
Slamming.
Ripping out of me.
Forcing me back open.
Tormenting that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Until I was shrieking and thrashing beneath him, completely lost to the erotic torture he was dealing out.
Ecstasy slammed into me, then I was howling out into the forest as I came all over the ground, my hot cum mixing with the dirt.
Cassius didn’t stop, fucking me through it, powering into me, until I was coming again and again and lying in a pool of my own stickiness.
“Miraculous ass,” he breathed at my ear.
Then he roughly pulled out, rolling me onto my back, then slammed back inside me.
“Fuck!” I roared, throwing my head back and digging my claws into the ground.
He fisted my hair as he loomed over me, his other hand holding my thigh up so he could angle right on that spot and drive me out of my fucking mind.
That went to a whole other level when he offered me his neck. “Drink as you fuck back on me.”
Him sayingfucklike that… damn.
I dropped my fangs with a hiss, not even taking my time to find my mark as I usually did, and instead just sinking them deep into his throat.
He jerked on me, his brutal, powering thrusts faltering for a moment, as I drew hard.
My eyes rolled back in my head as his sweet blood coated my tongue and flooded my mouth.
I bucked my hips, falling into it, losing myself all the way.
I choked a little as Cassius started sliding his palm up and down my shaft.
I was right on the edge as he suddenly stilled, then ground into me, a second before I felt his cum filling up my ass.
I pulled my fangs from his throat, then clutched at his shoulders as I came all over his abs in the next beat.
I looked up at him as I started to come down from it, and I noticed that his eyes were glazed. I’d taken a little too much blood.
“All is well,” he assured me, reading my concern.
He eased out of me, then went to shift position for another round, but I sat up and pressed my hand to his chest. “No. That’s enough.”
“You are satiated already?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“You don’t have to pretend—”
“And you don’t have to perform. I drained too much and you’re feeling it.”
He smiled out at me, then released a sigh. “You are correct, yes. I’m sorry, I—”
“Thank you.” As he clothed us with two brief sparks of his magic, I settled beside him on the grass. “Doing that for me, and the way you did… it really helped me.” I leaned against him and grasped his bicep. “Shit,” I breathed. “I fucking love you. You know that?”
“I have felt it, yes,” he said, eyes shining. Intensity blazed at me. “As I do you.”
