Page 47 of Tempting the Dhampir

A whimper crawls up my throat and falls across my lips, making Everett’s head jerk up.

His eyes lock on mine, his own breaths sawing in and out of his lungs, the wood creaking under the pressure from his hands.

“I can hear your quickening breath. I can see your dilated pupils. I can smell your wetness seeping through your panties. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and let me taste to confirm you’re as delicious as you smell? Let me touch you and sate that thirsty cunt.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

In less than a blink of an eye, Everett is across the room. He holds himself back an inch from me, his body practically vibrating with restraint.

Breathing heavily, he fixes his nearly all-black eyes on mine. “I’m not going to beg. Do you want me to play with your pussy?”

“Yes” is all I manage to get out. Such an eloquent hussy suddenly, but he seems to have scrambled my brain, my pussy doing all the thinking for now.

Everett’s gaze turns seductive. With an arrogant tilt to his lips, he asks, “Would you like my fingers, my tongue, or my cock?”

Oh, fuck. He can probably smell how much wetter I’m getting by the second. Would it be too forward to say all three? Maybe I should just choose one for now. But which one? My brain can’t function when he’s looking at me like that. I’ve never been given a choice like this before. Usually I’m just happy if I can make myself come while the guy takes care of his own pleasure.

“Mmm… it looks like all three of those options interest you. Should I start with my tongue and then proceed from there?”

“Yes. Three. Start. Tongue.”

What are words even? Can I English? I feel hypnotized by this male, but I know that’s not one of his powers. Definitely dickmatized, then.

In the next moment I’m lifted into the air. My bare back is pressed against the cool glass of the window, eliciting a hiss from me. Everett maneuvers me so my thighs straddle his broad shoulders and my skirt is shoved up to my waist. He grips my hips, fingers gloriously digging into the flesh of my ass.

Dipping his head, he noses at my clit through the fabric of my thong and licks up the center.

I moan at the sensation, my eyes closing of their own accord. Burying my fingers into his dark hair, I try to ground my body in some way while being so high in the air, at someone else’s mercy.

I don’t always enjoy being on the petite side, but being manhandled like this has been a fantasy of mine for a very long time. Everett’s superior strength is an added benefit that takes my fantasy to new heights.

He keeps licking at my cunt over the fabric, alternating the broad strokes of his tongue with light nibbles along my pussy lips. He’s ravenous, going at his task with full focus. The sounds coming from him are deliciously lewd.

My own mewls rise with each pass of his tongue, my pussy getting greedier, needing more.

Like he can read my mind, he carefully shifts his grip and lowers me down, my body sliding against his on its descent.

“I need you to remove this silly scrap of material between your legs so I can enjoy my dessert properly,” Everett says hoarsely, his gaze feral.

“Okay.”

One day I’ll be capable of normal conversation again. But while Everett is taking charge of my body, it seems like I’m incapable of forming coherent sentences.

I’m about to remove my thong, but Everett scoops me up in his arms and speeds us over to his room, gently laying me down on his California-king bed. The bright lights from the Strip shine a kaleidoscope of colors into his room through the open curtains. The varied hues transform his white sheets into a live rainbow and highlight the hungry glint in his eye as he stares down at me.

Looking at this beautiful male, I’m in awe that he is so focused on bringing me pleasure. I’ve never had a guy want to do this. I’ve always been the one who had to give head while getting myself off, most of them being of the opinion that eating pussy is beneath them.

“I’m going to remove your panties now.” Everett’s voice is like gravel, his breathing labored as he studies me.

I just nod, still unable to form full sentences, and lift myself up onto my elbows so I can see him better.

He glides his hands up from my ankles, almost reverently, taking his time to explore the feel of my skin under his rough palms, all the way up my thighs. When his hands reach my thong, he slides his fingers under the thin strip of material on each side and slowly drags them down. His eyes follow the unhurried descent of the panties, his breaths growing heavier the closer they get to him.

Hooking them off my ankles one by one, Everett brings them to his nose and inhales deeply with his eyes locked on mine. With a smirk, he tucks the panties into his pocket.

“Sadie. You have no idea how mouthwatering your scent is. It’s driving me crazy. The little taste I got back there was just a tease. I need more. ”

Oooh, I have superpowered horny juices, good to know.

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