Page 101 of Burn Falls
In an instant, he moved to me, picked me up and dashed to his bedroom. Before I realized it, my blouse went flying, and then he laid me on the mattress. As he towered over me, I tried to calm my racing heart. Draven was going to feed from me—drink from me so we could have sex. When we had sex in Seattle or on our road trip, he always went into the bathroom.
He stripped off his sweater, threw it onto the floor and then leaned down fusing our mouths together. He left me breathless as he broke free and asked, “Are you ready?”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Do you want me to count down or just do it?”
“Just—”
Before I could utter any more words, his mouth was on me, and his sharp fangs pierced my skin. I hissed as they sunk into my flesh. It felt as though two knives were being jabbed into my neck. But then, just like Draven had said, the pain turned into pleasure as a wave of heat washed over me, and my panties dampened between my legs.
As he sucked, I reached for the button of his jeans. He moaned against my neck but didn’t remove his mouth from my flesh. I reached into the waistband of his boxers and pulled his growing erection free. Gripping his cock tightly, I squeezed it slightly as I pumped up and down over the length. He sucked as I gave his shaft long, slow strokes, feeling it pulsate as his penis became engorged.
Draven licked me and then finally pulled away from my open neck and slid down my body, taking my jeans and panties with him in one swift movement.
“Fuck you smell like heaven.”
I smiled, staring up at the high beamed ceiling. The moment his mouth went between my legs, I moaned. He drank from me, sucking my arousal like he’d sucked my neck—minus the teeth and blood. His tongue worked my clit over and over and then I came. My knees clenched his dark brown head between my legs as I rode the wave of pleasure.
When it subsided, Draven pulled back. “That’s one, sweets. Time for two.”
He stood and discarded his remaining clothes before returning back to me and spreading my legs wide. I looked down at him finally and noticed my blood was smeared on his chin. Instantly I wondered if it was pouring from my veins.
“Is … Is blood still coming from my neck?”
“No, sweetheart. I licked the wound closed.”
“Oh.”
Draven hovered over me and brought his lips to mine. He guided himself into me, not removing our mouths, even when I gasped from the fullness of him as he stretched me. He pumped into me vigorously, going deep inside with each thrust. My head swarmed with pleasure, and I wasn’t sure if it was still the effects of being fed on or from the way his cock worked me, rubbing all of the right spots.
“Grab your tits, sweets.”
I did without hesitation, kneading the globes and pinching my sensitive nipples as my body rocked with the force of his thrusts. Draven groaned, pumping and causing the bed to sound as though it was moving against the wood floor. Before I realized what was happening, he stood, dragged my feet until my ass was on the edge of the bed and then he sank into me again.
My breathing became rapid as I moaned uncontrollably, and the warm sensation of another orgasm started to build in my core. Draven pumped into me, holding my legs open as far as they would go and then he groaned just as I whimpered and came.
I was still coming down from the high when he said, “Two.”
It didn’t register what he was referring to until he flipped me over onto my stomach. As I lay flat on my belly, he sank into me from behind and said into my ear, “I’ll make three come fast.”
With my head turned to the side, I saw Draven reach above me, hold onto the edge of the mattress and then he drove into me hard and fast. My pussy was sensitive as he worked me.
“Fuck,” he roared, going deeper.
Sweat coated my skin, and I didn’t think it would be possible to come again, but before I knew it, the spasm coursed through me and I fell over the edge into bliss once again.
This time, Draven didn’t say anything as he leaned up and positioned me on all fours without leaving my body. He started to pump again, and I clenched the sheets. The bed began to squeak, and Draven started to growl.
“You’ll come again.” It was an order that I wasn’t sure I’d meet. Never had I had more than one orgasm during sex until we started having sex and that wasn’t all at once. There were minutes in between each one. But now, as he moved me all around, and pumped into me hard, I wasn’t sure I could.
“I—” I started to protest, but he cut me off.
His grip tightened on my hips. “Calla, you were made for me. Every fucking inch of you. Every curve, every dimple, every smooth line.” My body started to shake as Draven ran his hand along my spine as he paused his thrusts briefly. He started again. “The way your pussy squeezes my cock each time I drive into you is a feeling I crave more and more, and I don’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t,” I whimpered.
And he didn’t until I screamed out again for the fourth time.
