him, “and I bit you... would you come then too?”
“Cristo... just the thought of you doing that... Lilah.” His cock stiffened again, hard and aching for more. He wanted her to bite him, wanted her fangs in his throat and his blood flowing into her. He wanted to be the one to give her those fangs, to bring her into his world as his mate.
She raised herself, drawing her body away from his, and slid her hand down over his stomach to his hard shaft. He groaned as she cupped him through the damp towel, squeezing and teasing him.
“Lilah,” he whispered and couldn’t get the rest of what he had wanted to say out. He wanted to beg her to touch him, to take him inside her again and ride him, to place her mouth on him and suck him. He wanted it all.
She moved downwards, kissing his chest and swirling her tongue around his left nipple. He arched against her, ticklish from his orgasm, and moaned at the feel of her nails raking down his stomach. She shifted one knee between his thighs and her hands left him. Javier looked down the length of his body at her, his temperature soaring at the sight of her in the short black dress, her breasts on the brink of tumbling out as she leaned over him with her backside in the air. He growled, wanting to be behind her, knocking her knees apart and sinking his body into her wet warmth.
Her wicked smile stole his heart.
She tugged the waist of his towel and opened it, revealing his cock. Her gaze fell to it and she ran her fingers down the rigid length to his balls and cupped them. She hesitated then, as though she couldn’t decide or wasn’t sure what to do next. He wanted to tell her to do whatever she wanted with him. He was hers to command, to do as she pleased with and use in her search for pleasure.
He lay and watched her as she lowered her mouth to his erection and ran her tongue up the length of it. She swirled it around the blunt head, moaning so low that his cock jumped eagerly. She smiled and licked him again, torturing him this time with the bare tip of her tongue. It wasn’t enough. He lifted his hips and she pressed them down, pinning them to the bed. He groaned, thrilled by the feel of her restraining him, controlling him.
She sat back, reached around her, and unzipped her dress.
Javier swallowed and stared, hungry for his first glimpse of her bare body. She teased him, slowly removing her dress, making sure she kept as much of her hidden from him as possible by keeping the dress in front of her. He growled again and her heart remained steady this time, no trace of fear entering her blood. She was growing used to him. Did she trust the darker side of him now? He would never hurt her. He might snarl and growl and snap but it was only because she drove him wild and made him burn for her with a need that consumed him.
He bit his lip and clenched his fists when she finally lowered the dress, revealing the curve of her breasts at first and then the lacy trim on the cups of her black bra. Another growl escaped him as the rest of her bra came into view and then the flat plane of her stomach and finally she moved the dress aside, tossing it onto the floor and leaving herself on display. He wanted her bra gone too, and her panties. He wanted to tear them off her with his fangs and devour her nipples and plunge his tongue into her core to taste her.
“Come to me,” he whispered, aching to taste her on his tongue.
She shook her head and smiled.
Vixen.
She reached around behind her, undid her bra, and drew it down her arms. The first peek of her dusky pink nipples over the cups of her bra did him in. His cock throbbed and he bucked his hips, desperate for her to touch him. She did. She let her bra fall onto the bed, leaned over him, and ran her breasts over his hard length. He groaned, rolled his eyes closed and tipped his head into the pillow. It was too much. He tugged, tempted to break the restraints, torn between remaining at her mercy and seizing control.
Lilah
“Cristo... just the thought of you doing that... Lilah.” His cock stiffened again, hard and aching for more. He wanted her to bite him, wanted her fangs in his throat and his blood flowing into her. He wanted to be the one to give her those fangs, to bring her into his world as his mate.
She raised herself, drawing her body away from his, and slid her hand down over his stomach to his hard shaft. He groaned as she cupped him through the damp towel, squeezing and teasing him.
“Lilah,” he whispered and couldn’t get the rest of what he had wanted to say out. He wanted to beg her to touch him, to take him inside her again and ride him, to place her mouth on him and suck him. He wanted it all.
She moved downwards, kissing his chest and swirling her tongue around his left nipple. He arched against her, ticklish from his orgasm, and moaned at the feel of her nails raking down his stomach. She shifted one knee between his thighs and her hands left him. Javier looked down the length of his body at her, his temperature soaring at the sight of her in the short black dress, her breasts on the brink of tumbling out as she leaned over him with her backside in the air. He growled, wanting to be behind her, knocking her knees apart and sinking his body into her wet warmth.
Her wicked smile stole his heart.
She tugged the waist of his towel and opened it, revealing his cock. Her gaze fell to it and she ran her fingers down the rigid length to his balls and cupped them. She hesitated then, as though she couldn’t decide or wasn’t sure what to do next. He wanted to tell her to do whatever she wanted with him. He was hers to command, to do as she pleased with and use in her search for pleasure.
He lay and watched her as she lowered her mouth to his erection and ran her tongue up the length of it. She swirled it around the blunt head, moaning so low that his cock jumped eagerly. She smiled and licked him again, torturing him this time with the bare tip of her tongue. It wasn’t enough. He lifted his hips and she pressed them down, pinning them to the bed. He groaned, thrilled by the feel of her restraining him, controlling him.
She sat back, reached around her, and unzipped her dress.
Javier swallowed and stared, hungry for his first glimpse of her bare body. She teased him, slowly removing her dress, making sure she kept as much of her hidden from him as possible by keeping the dress in front of her. He growled again and her heart remained steady this time, no trace of fear entering her blood. She was growing used to him. Did she trust the darker side of him now? He would never hurt her. He might snarl and growl and snap but it was only because she drove him wild and made him burn for her with a need that consumed him.
He bit his lip and clenched his fists when she finally lowered the dress, revealing the curve of her breasts at first and then the lacy trim on the cups of her black bra. Another growl escaped him as the rest of her bra came into view and then the flat plane of her stomach and finally she moved the dress aside, tossing it onto the floor and leaving herself on display. He wanted her bra gone too, and her panties. He wanted to tear them off her with his fangs and devour her nipples and plunge his tongue into her core to taste her.
“Come to me,” he whispered, aching to taste her on his tongue.
She shook her head and smiled.
Vixen.
She reached around behind her, undid her bra, and drew it down her arms. The first peek of her dusky pink nipples over the cups of her bra did him in. His cock throbbed and he bucked his hips, desperate for her to touch him. She did. She let her bra fall onto the bed, leaned over him, and ran her breasts over his hard length. He groaned, rolled his eyes closed and tipped his head into the pillow. It was too much. He tugged, tempted to break the restraints, torn between remaining at her mercy and seizing control.
Lilah
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