Blood Doll by Siobhan Kinkade

controlled completely by his cock instead of his brain. Lana batted her eyes at him and smiled, and in half a second he had her pinned to the bed under him. He straddled her thighs, holding her in place by the throat while he ripped away her underwear.
    The time for gentleness was gone; he wanted her too badly. He was too hungry. And she had teased him too much. Lana reached for him again, but be batted her hand away—there was absolutely no way he would last if she touched him again.
    “Christian…” Lana gasped, twisting and turning beneath him, straining to reach him.
    “Steady, love,” he whispered, using his knees to move hers apart. She stretched her arms over her head, clutching at the edge of the mattress as he drew her legs up over his hips. Uninhibited, Lana slithered atop the rumpled sheets, squirming closer. Christian laid one hand against her belly, and with the other parted her slick folds. She whimpered and bit her bottom lip, raising her hips in welcome as he slid one finger down her cleft and inside. She moaned, her body pumping in time with his hand, urging him deeper into her slick channel. The obscenity that passed his lips was nearly unintelligible as he added a second finger, pushing deep inside her. Curling his fingers upward, he stroked her inner walls, relishing the whimpers and moans that escaped her clenched teeth. He pushed her higher and higher, continuing a steady pace until she was shivering with need under his hands. She chanted his name over and over, a quiet plea for more.
    Far be it from me to deny her , he thought, pulling his hands away. Christian was rewarded with a harsh cry of frustration. He peered up at her and smiled at the snarl twisting her face. Even furious, she was beautiful.
    Taking her by the hips, Christian pulled her forward, sliding in to the hilt with one smooth thrust. Lana screamed as her body seized around him. Tucking his hands under her waist as she continued to spasm, he lifted her to straddle his lap, angling high and deep as he began to thrust. She twined her arms around his neck as low, keening sobs issued from her open mouth, her body still pulsing and squeezing with each frantic beat of her heart. His fangs throbbed to the point of pain.
    As her orgasm subsided, Lana moved against him, rocking her hips up and down his length in time with his thrusts, deepening each sensation. She let her eyes drift closed as she searched out his bloody lips and kissed him again, her tongue pushing into his mouth with each pass of her hips. Christian clutched at her, groaning in satisfaction as she broke the kiss, her tongue tickling along his jaw.
    Then she paused, and laid her hands on his shoulders. Fixing him with a strong look, Lana leaned close to him. Christian leaned back, matching her gaze, and stilled under her. For one flawless moment, the rest of the world seemed to fall away. There was nothing left but the two of them, locked together in this intimate embrace. Her eyes, already milky, still spoke of her strength—she was fighting it—even as she tilted her head back and exposed her throat.
    “Do it,” she said, and a delicate shiver ran down her spine, clenching her sex around him again. Christian looked at her, a goddess in his arms, then closed his hands around her waist, thrust hard, and sank his teeth into her throat.
    Hot, sweet blood hit the back of his throat and he groaned. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as he drank from her; her body trembled in his arms, her sex tightening around his cock with each hard, deep thrust. He could easily fuck her forever, if he didn’t drain her dry first.
    It took every shred of self-control he possessed, but Christian broke away from her throat and lay her back against the bed. Thin rivulets of blood ran down her chest, staining her skin as they curled around her right nipple. As he continued his brutal assault, he bent and licked the red liquid from her body, his tongue playing around her nipple for a