Page 26 of Her Midnight Stalker

“I don’t mind your bite… Caspian.” I whisper towards him. “It felt… incredible.” Every inch of my body screams for him to do it again. I stick out my neck and put the mark on full display. Finally, his eyes break from mine and look at his bite.

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CASPIAN

She lies down on the mattress, her elbows propped up. She looks at me as if expecting something. When she finally falls backward into the mattress, I know what she has in mind.

She is prone, she is vulnerable.

We kiss deeply into the mattress of her bed, melting into one. I want to bite her again, but I restrain myself, waiting for access to the softer parts of her body. When Quinn lifts up her ass and hips as I grab her breast, I can’t contain myself any longer.

She looks at me with those dark brown eyes, eyelashes thick and black batting at me. I take her hips and begin to pull down her jeans. She moans greedily, grabbing the sides of my head and digging her fingers in my hair.

Desire bludgeons me and I pull her hair to the side. Then, without hesitation, I sink my teeth into her pale neck. The sound of the canines tearing into her skin, with its high pitched squirt, causes her to moan out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Caspian,” she breathes through my ear. “Hurt me. Use me for your pleasure.”

I reach down to her jeans again, frantically undoing the button. When I get them loose, I jerk the jeans down to her knees. I look down at her black lace thong; I almost start to salivate. I manage to pull everything off of her, leaving her naked legs exposed.

I reach between her legs — her clit is swollen, and underneath the slit is wet.

“C’mon, Quinn,” I say. “That’s a good little pet.”

I place my head between her legs, breathing in her juices. I kiss her outer lips and softly tease her clit with my little finger.

Her legs squeeze together. “Take me,” she says in a stern voice. “I'm yours.”

“Show me,” I say. I open my mouth as wide as I can and bite into her inner thigh. I feel the blood rush into my mouth, filling it.

She screams out in a shrill siren call. I look up into her eyes and see a homelessness there, a recognition, the dark pupils dilated and empty.

“Oh Christ,” Quinn says and gasps for air. “Caspian — use me.” She shakes her head. “I'm nothing but a mortal whore.”

I wrap my fingers around her neck. “Get up,” I say.

“Stand before me,” I say. I want to take her in, take stock of my prize.

I let go of her throat and she stands at the foot of the bed, timid, her knees shaking.

“I am your master” I get up, adjusting the bulge inside my leather pants. I want to take it out, use it on her, but she is not ready given the shy look in her eyes.

“Turn around,” I say in my deepest chest voice.

“Yes sir.” She turns her naked body, her round, tan ass facing me. It looks so tender, so mild and curvy that I almost blow my load. Both cheeks, rounded, somehow remain taught and perky.

“Bend over.”

Without hesitation she bends over, revealing her dark crack of her ass.

“Spread,” I say. “Now.”

She looks behind at me, her brows furrowed. I can tell she’s embarrassed. After some hesitation, she spreads her cheeks to reveal a tan puckered asshole, although it isn't as tight as I would have expected. Without releasing, she takes the other hand that spreads her asshole and begins playing with herself between her legs.

The way she takes control of her own body sends pangs of static up my spine. I want to be the source of her pleasure — I am obsessed with making her my pleasure center, my life force, but I also almost lose myself as she takes control of her own desire.

I am totally enthralled.

She nods her head in agreement, her expression one of acceptance. I feel a wave of relief wash over me as a contented smile spreads across my face.

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