her down to meet his upward thrust. A moan burst from her lips. He felt unbelievable. Beyond description. Outside of any experience. Ever.
And she wanted more.
Christine’s heart hammered in her chest. Each breath got deeper. Fuller. Adding to the riot of sensations. Every stroke went just a little faster. Came harder. Creating. Building. Christine tossed her head back as the feeling tickled into being, grew larger, crested...and then exploded. Harsh cries tore her throat, pulsing outward, blending with every other sound. She was no longer human. She was an ephemeral being. Rocketing through another realm. Shot there by a blast of ecstasy. Held by long moments of shivering bliss. It was an orgasmic creation beyond imagining.
And every cell on her body wanted it again.
She looked back down. She hadn’t been mistaken. Firelight flickered on fangs. Lethal-looking. Coated with dark red fluid. She blinked. Little changed, yet everything did at the same time. She wasn’t horrified or frightened. She wasn’t even shocked.
She was riveted. Fascinated. Wholly enthralled.
And it manifested physically.
Her entire frame pulsed. Takeshi reacted to it, moving the exact span with her before regaining the mattress. Her gaze went lower, and oh my! My! The man wasn’t just perfect. He was sculpture in motion, perfection on display. A sheen of moisture glistened on abs that led down to where she perched, while his pecs had striations of definition. They drew a touch. A caress. Muscles were bunching and moving all over him as he pulled her down. Lifted her away. Brought her down again. His arms worked like pistons, each hip thrust the generator to friction. Over and over again. And Christine felt it again. Ecstasy slammed through her, taking her on a crazier ride than before. Claiming. Owning.
The scene warped. Went Darker. Redder. Hotter.
Takeshi yanked her to him and rolled. He didn’t need to hold her. Christine was locked in place. Her hands formed a base to support his chest, while her legs locked about him gave him flexing room. He pumped. Drilled. Sending sensation with every stroke, pleasure with each motion. Harder. Faster. His gaze sought hers. Their gazes locked. His eyes drilled into hers. They weren’t black anymore, though.
They were blood red.
And then his eyes went wide. Stunned. His mouth stretched open next, to send the lowest growl she’d ever heard into existence. Christine held tightly as he rocked spasmodically against her. Taut. Heavy. His full weight slammed into her with a series of jolts. Christine screamed. One of his bedposts fell. Black silk dropped onto them. And the fire-pit exploded, spraying a shower of sparks everywhere.
Takeshi didn’t notice. He’d turned into a trembling mass within her arms. One that grunted. And sounded like it sobbed. He wasn’t the only one. Christine pulled a hand out to swipe at her eyes. Then she gasped. Froze. And tried to sit. That proved impossible with him entrenched between her legs. Weighing her down. Dooming them.
“ Watashi no ai? ”
His voice trembled. That was really cute. Her heart reacted. Her mind didn’t.
“The ceiling is on fire,” she told him.
He lifted his head, pulling the fallen drapery with him. He just stayed there, watching her for long moments while her pulse filled her ears, almost canceling out the crackling sounds of fire eating wood. And then he smiled. There wasn’t a fang in sight. She blinked rapidly. Nope. No fangs.
Was this what it felt like to go insane?
“Oh, Christine. Please, my love. You must give me a moment. Please? I’ve never—. That was—. I did not—. I cannot find words...to describe it.”
“Takeshi!”
She pushed at him. He shuddered. It looked a lot like amusement. It proved as much when he chuckled before answering.
“We are in a volcano. No one will notice smoke. Or fire.”
“What? We want someone to notice!”
“Ah. Christine. Watashi no ai. ”
“It’s getting worse,” she informed
And she wanted more.
Christine’s heart hammered in her chest. Each breath got deeper. Fuller. Adding to the riot of sensations. Every stroke went just a little faster. Came harder. Creating. Building. Christine tossed her head back as the feeling tickled into being, grew larger, crested...and then exploded. Harsh cries tore her throat, pulsing outward, blending with every other sound. She was no longer human. She was an ephemeral being. Rocketing through another realm. Shot there by a blast of ecstasy. Held by long moments of shivering bliss. It was an orgasmic creation beyond imagining.
And every cell on her body wanted it again.
She looked back down. She hadn’t been mistaken. Firelight flickered on fangs. Lethal-looking. Coated with dark red fluid. She blinked. Little changed, yet everything did at the same time. She wasn’t horrified or frightened. She wasn’t even shocked.
She was riveted. Fascinated. Wholly enthralled.
And it manifested physically.
Her entire frame pulsed. Takeshi reacted to it, moving the exact span with her before regaining the mattress. Her gaze went lower, and oh my! My! The man wasn’t just perfect. He was sculpture in motion, perfection on display. A sheen of moisture glistened on abs that led down to where she perched, while his pecs had striations of definition. They drew a touch. A caress. Muscles were bunching and moving all over him as he pulled her down. Lifted her away. Brought her down again. His arms worked like pistons, each hip thrust the generator to friction. Over and over again. And Christine felt it again. Ecstasy slammed through her, taking her on a crazier ride than before. Claiming. Owning.
The scene warped. Went Darker. Redder. Hotter.
Takeshi yanked her to him and rolled. He didn’t need to hold her. Christine was locked in place. Her hands formed a base to support his chest, while her legs locked about him gave him flexing room. He pumped. Drilled. Sending sensation with every stroke, pleasure with each motion. Harder. Faster. His gaze sought hers. Their gazes locked. His eyes drilled into hers. They weren’t black anymore, though.
They were blood red.
And then his eyes went wide. Stunned. His mouth stretched open next, to send the lowest growl she’d ever heard into existence. Christine held tightly as he rocked spasmodically against her. Taut. Heavy. His full weight slammed into her with a series of jolts. Christine screamed. One of his bedposts fell. Black silk dropped onto them. And the fire-pit exploded, spraying a shower of sparks everywhere.
Takeshi didn’t notice. He’d turned into a trembling mass within her arms. One that grunted. And sounded like it sobbed. He wasn’t the only one. Christine pulled a hand out to swipe at her eyes. Then she gasped. Froze. And tried to sit. That proved impossible with him entrenched between her legs. Weighing her down. Dooming them.
“ Watashi no ai? ”
His voice trembled. That was really cute. Her heart reacted. Her mind didn’t.
“The ceiling is on fire,” she told him.
He lifted his head, pulling the fallen drapery with him. He just stayed there, watching her for long moments while her pulse filled her ears, almost canceling out the crackling sounds of fire eating wood. And then he smiled. There wasn’t a fang in sight. She blinked rapidly. Nope. No fangs.
Was this what it felt like to go insane?
“Oh, Christine. Please, my love. You must give me a moment. Please? I’ve never—. That was—. I did not—. I cannot find words...to describe it.”
“Takeshi!”
She pushed at him. He shuddered. It looked a lot like amusement. It proved as much when he chuckled before answering.
“We are in a volcano. No one will notice smoke. Or fire.”
“What? We want someone to notice!”
“Ah. Christine. Watashi no ai. ”
“It’s getting worse,” she informed
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