any way I wanted, and you would’ve begged me for more, but I restrained myself. For now, stay still while I make you come.”
Before she could manage a response, he gripped the backs of her knees and yanked her body out from under her. Her back met the mattress, leaving her legs spread wide for him, her ass hanging over the edge of the mattress. Foreplay was obsolete at the moment. He knelt to the floor and placed his mouth directly on her heated core. They both groaned in unison. The exquisite fragrance of her arousal penetrated his mind, making him drunk with the need to hear her scream from pleasure.
Deliriously, he laved her tender folds, sucking her clitoris between his teeth, mindful of his throbbing fangs. The urgent sounds she made had his cock straining painfully against his partly undone jeans. He shoved the material down and ran his palm over the length of his shaft as his tongue rode her undulating hips. She was utterly lost now, writhing, taking from his willing mouth what she needed.
He pumped his fist in rhythm with her movements. Her body shuddered violently, mindlessly, from their cresting passion. In the next instant, a harsh cry erupted from her. She barricaded a hand over her mouth. Mace was on the verge of following her climax and continued his sensual assault.
Too late, he realized this was ready to cross a line he hadn’t intended.
As Cora cried out from a second orgasm, the beast in him took over. He turned his face toward her inner thigh and sank his fangs deep. Cora’s moan deepened, her body arching as if an electric jolt had seized it.
His mouth filled with her succulent blood. Euphoria scrambled his brain. All his thoughts reduced to mush. All but one: she tasted better than he could have ever imagined.
His ecstasy slowly abated, leaving behind an almost mind-crippling pleasure. His orgasm came so fiercely, his vision faltered. It took him a moment to realize he’d removed his fangs from her thigh and was hunched over, his hands on the floor, trying to cope with the intensity of what had just happened.
Absently, he muttered, “Every bit of you is like heaven on my tongue. You have me addicted already.”
He could hear short gasps coming from her as she hurriedly slipped her shirt back over her head. If he hadn’t just experienced essentially what amounted to a swift kick to his mind’s balls, he probably would have seen what was coming.
Propelling off the bed, she threw the door open wide and rushed outside before the knob ricocheted off the wall and the door slammed shut behind her.
“Shit.” He buttoned his fly and raced after her.
She hadn’t gotten far, just to the middle of the lot. When he closed his arms around her torso from behind, she screamed and began kicking her legs wildly.
“Calm yourself,” he ordered, finding no trouble holding onto her.
“Let me go!”
“I can’t do that,” he replied in a reasonable tone, his body still thrumming with pleasure.
She sniffed and let out a terrible sob, all the while thrashing in his grip. He wasn’t worried about the noise. This was a deeply rural area where people kept to themselves.
He dragged her back inside the room and caged her with his body against the closed door, locking gazes with her. “Relax and calm down.” He pushed only the slightest bit of compulsion into the command, hating to have to resort to that much. When she didn’t respond, he tried again with a bit more zeal.
Still nothing.
Her face was red, panic stricken, and streaked with tears. Her thrashing continued.
Pushing the full force of his compulsion into his voice, he growled, “Stop crying.”
A sob filtered through her lungs, and her tears came harder.
He cocked his head. “What the fuck?”
That’s when she went utterly still, as though she’d come to a terrifying realization. She peeked up at him through tear soaked eyes.
“ Rheol Eithriad ?” he gasped. The exception to the rule. Otherwise known as, Lurela : a person
Before she could manage a response, he gripped the backs of her knees and yanked her body out from under her. Her back met the mattress, leaving her legs spread wide for him, her ass hanging over the edge of the mattress. Foreplay was obsolete at the moment. He knelt to the floor and placed his mouth directly on her heated core. They both groaned in unison. The exquisite fragrance of her arousal penetrated his mind, making him drunk with the need to hear her scream from pleasure.
Deliriously, he laved her tender folds, sucking her clitoris between his teeth, mindful of his throbbing fangs. The urgent sounds she made had his cock straining painfully against his partly undone jeans. He shoved the material down and ran his palm over the length of his shaft as his tongue rode her undulating hips. She was utterly lost now, writhing, taking from his willing mouth what she needed.
He pumped his fist in rhythm with her movements. Her body shuddered violently, mindlessly, from their cresting passion. In the next instant, a harsh cry erupted from her. She barricaded a hand over her mouth. Mace was on the verge of following her climax and continued his sensual assault.
Too late, he realized this was ready to cross a line he hadn’t intended.
As Cora cried out from a second orgasm, the beast in him took over. He turned his face toward her inner thigh and sank his fangs deep. Cora’s moan deepened, her body arching as if an electric jolt had seized it.
His mouth filled with her succulent blood. Euphoria scrambled his brain. All his thoughts reduced to mush. All but one: she tasted better than he could have ever imagined.
His ecstasy slowly abated, leaving behind an almost mind-crippling pleasure. His orgasm came so fiercely, his vision faltered. It took him a moment to realize he’d removed his fangs from her thigh and was hunched over, his hands on the floor, trying to cope with the intensity of what had just happened.
Absently, he muttered, “Every bit of you is like heaven on my tongue. You have me addicted already.”
He could hear short gasps coming from her as she hurriedly slipped her shirt back over her head. If he hadn’t just experienced essentially what amounted to a swift kick to his mind’s balls, he probably would have seen what was coming.
Propelling off the bed, she threw the door open wide and rushed outside before the knob ricocheted off the wall and the door slammed shut behind her.
“Shit.” He buttoned his fly and raced after her.
She hadn’t gotten far, just to the middle of the lot. When he closed his arms around her torso from behind, she screamed and began kicking her legs wildly.
“Calm yourself,” he ordered, finding no trouble holding onto her.
“Let me go!”
“I can’t do that,” he replied in a reasonable tone, his body still thrumming with pleasure.
She sniffed and let out a terrible sob, all the while thrashing in his grip. He wasn’t worried about the noise. This was a deeply rural area where people kept to themselves.
He dragged her back inside the room and caged her with his body against the closed door, locking gazes with her. “Relax and calm down.” He pushed only the slightest bit of compulsion into the command, hating to have to resort to that much. When she didn’t respond, he tried again with a bit more zeal.
Still nothing.
Her face was red, panic stricken, and streaked with tears. Her thrashing continued.
Pushing the full force of his compulsion into his voice, he growled, “Stop crying.”
A sob filtered through her lungs, and her tears came harder.
He cocked his head. “What the fuck?”
That’s when she went utterly still, as though she’d come to a terrifying realization. She peeked up at him through tear soaked eyes.
“ Rheol Eithriad ?” he gasped. The exception to the rule. Otherwise known as, Lurela : a person
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