harmony, him plunging, her welcoming. Her desire coiled, wound tighter and tighter, like a python around its prey.
He tore his mouth away, leaving her mewling then moaning as he pressed the tips of his fangs against her neck, pinching the skin. Their bodies still heaved and bucked, a sweaty , rhythmic slap of flesh. In sank his teeth, the pinprick of pain nothing compared to the euphoria that swept her as the enzymes in his saliva entered her bloodstream.
Holy fuck! She might have howled. She definitely made a very unladylike and unsnakelike noise as her climax hit her. With a final squeeze, a deadly choke of her sex, she came in pulsing waves on his cock.
His dick spilled within her, and he moaned his satisfaction into her skin even as he continued to suck at her neck. Throbbing, sweating, their hearts racing in cadence, they rode the climax to its very end.
It was an awesome ride.
Once reality returned, along with her breath and sanity, Aella faced a tiny dilemma. How to extricate herself from the pretzel she found herself in. She started by unwrapping her legs.
He didn’t get the hint; on the contrary, with a final lick of her neck, he moved his mouth up and lavished light kisses on her lips.
She turned her head, breaking it off despite her enjoyment of them. He focused his attention on her earlobe, tugging at the sensitive flesh, which, in turn, made her pussy pulse.
She cleared her throat. “Ahem. Mind letting me down?”
“When I’m done.”
“I hate to state the obvious, but I thought we were.”
“That? That was just an appetizer.”
She was about to point out that it took a hard cock to fuck, but it was then she noticed that, while he’d softened a little, he was still quite erect.
Oh my. Well, that was what she got for taunting a man who’d not screwed in decades, if not longer. “We really should get going.”
“We will. Once I’m done.”
“Well, hurry it up then. I’ve got places to go. People to see.”
“Oh, you’ll be going somewhere, l ass.”
Apparently, nirvana. Despite her attempt at nonchalance, she couldn’t stop a gasp when his hand slid between their bodies to find her clit. He stroked it, and a shudder went through her. He rotated his hips, grinding his dick deep, and the just-doused fire of her arousal sparked. Again, he swirled, rubbing against a sweet spot while his finger worked her clit. A gasp escaped her.
With slow, languorous caresses and subtle thrusts, Niall brought her back to the edge.
“That’s it, lass. Clench that pussy around my cock,” he murmured, his brogue as thick as his desire.
Aella didn’t speak, not when she needed the air she heaved into her lungs as her body coiled tighter and tighter. When her second orgasm hit, she did find enough breath to scream.
Then curse because, before the last shudder of pleasure went through her body, he let her go, and her knees, still weak from the ecstasy , folded, dumping her on the floor.
Fucking bastard.
Chapter Seven
Panic made a man do stupid things. A prime example would be dumping the female he’d just brought to climax on her delectable ass with a lame excuse. He did need some fresh air, even if he no longer technically breathed. A hyperventilating vampire would have been hard to explain. When he returned to his abode, after dragging in large lungfuls of sea air, punching a few rocks, and giving himself a pep talk about not letting her get under his skin—or on top of his cock again—she didn’t kill him or burst into tears or yell at him for awhile. Nope. Instead, with the regal bearing of a queen, while wearing a worn sheet, she ordered him to, “Get dressed. We’ve leaving for the inner circle. Now.” Under her breath, she muttered, “Asshole.”
Okay, so he deserved the unflattering name she called him , and the dirty looks she shot him as they trekked to the nearest portal when he decided to meekly obey rather than fight her any further. She deserved some compensation for his
He tore his mouth away, leaving her mewling then moaning as he pressed the tips of his fangs against her neck, pinching the skin. Their bodies still heaved and bucked, a sweaty , rhythmic slap of flesh. In sank his teeth, the pinprick of pain nothing compared to the euphoria that swept her as the enzymes in his saliva entered her bloodstream.
Holy fuck! She might have howled. She definitely made a very unladylike and unsnakelike noise as her climax hit her. With a final squeeze, a deadly choke of her sex, she came in pulsing waves on his cock.
His dick spilled within her, and he moaned his satisfaction into her skin even as he continued to suck at her neck. Throbbing, sweating, their hearts racing in cadence, they rode the climax to its very end.
It was an awesome ride.
Once reality returned, along with her breath and sanity, Aella faced a tiny dilemma. How to extricate herself from the pretzel she found herself in. She started by unwrapping her legs.
He didn’t get the hint; on the contrary, with a final lick of her neck, he moved his mouth up and lavished light kisses on her lips.
She turned her head, breaking it off despite her enjoyment of them. He focused his attention on her earlobe, tugging at the sensitive flesh, which, in turn, made her pussy pulse.
She cleared her throat. “Ahem. Mind letting me down?”
“When I’m done.”
“I hate to state the obvious, but I thought we were.”
“That? That was just an appetizer.”
She was about to point out that it took a hard cock to fuck, but it was then she noticed that, while he’d softened a little, he was still quite erect.
Oh my. Well, that was what she got for taunting a man who’d not screwed in decades, if not longer. “We really should get going.”
“We will. Once I’m done.”
“Well, hurry it up then. I’ve got places to go. People to see.”
“Oh, you’ll be going somewhere, l ass.”
Apparently, nirvana. Despite her attempt at nonchalance, she couldn’t stop a gasp when his hand slid between their bodies to find her clit. He stroked it, and a shudder went through her. He rotated his hips, grinding his dick deep, and the just-doused fire of her arousal sparked. Again, he swirled, rubbing against a sweet spot while his finger worked her clit. A gasp escaped her.
With slow, languorous caresses and subtle thrusts, Niall brought her back to the edge.
“That’s it, lass. Clench that pussy around my cock,” he murmured, his brogue as thick as his desire.
Aella didn’t speak, not when she needed the air she heaved into her lungs as her body coiled tighter and tighter. When her second orgasm hit, she did find enough breath to scream.
Then curse because, before the last shudder of pleasure went through her body, he let her go, and her knees, still weak from the ecstasy , folded, dumping her on the floor.
Fucking bastard.
Chapter Seven
Panic made a man do stupid things. A prime example would be dumping the female he’d just brought to climax on her delectable ass with a lame excuse. He did need some fresh air, even if he no longer technically breathed. A hyperventilating vampire would have been hard to explain. When he returned to his abode, after dragging in large lungfuls of sea air, punching a few rocks, and giving himself a pep talk about not letting her get under his skin—or on top of his cock again—she didn’t kill him or burst into tears or yell at him for awhile. Nope. Instead, with the regal bearing of a queen, while wearing a worn sheet, she ordered him to, “Get dressed. We’ve leaving for the inner circle. Now.” Under her breath, she muttered, “Asshole.”
Okay, so he deserved the unflattering name she called him , and the dirty looks she shot him as they trekked to the nearest portal when he decided to meekly obey rather than fight her any further. She deserved some compensation for his
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