Page 60 of Tempting the Dhampir

The third and fourth strikes follow in quick succession, my pants interrupted with cries of pleasure as my blood rushes south.

“Three. Four.”

After the fifth strike, he pauses. His hand caresses my stinging flesh as words of praise fill my ears.

“Look at you, Sadie-queen. So beautiful. You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen, but with my hands making it all red, it looks even more exquisite. Like I want to take a bite out of it.”

I moan at his words. They’re having an even stronger effect on me than the sharp pain of his strikes. My pussy is getting wetter with each sentence, my arousal dripping down my thigh onto his black pants.

“If you like it so much, maybe you should just bite it then,” I try to tease, but the words sound weak between my choppy breaths.

“Mmm… I love knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am. The decadent scent of your cunt is starting to overpower the fragrance of the peonies. I definitely know which one I prefer.”

I squirm on his lap, needing some kind of friction. My pussy feels empty as I get more and more needy.

“You need something more, sweetheart? Ask for it,” Everett rasps out.

Not caring how needy I sound, I beg. “Fingers. I need your fingers.”

Without any preamble, Everett shoves two fingers straight into my pussy.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “Your pussy is so tight, Sadie-queen. Look at you taking my fingers, sensational red ass on display. Listen to how wet you are for me. Is it all for me, sweetheart?”

The squelching sounds of Everett’s fingers moving in and out are almost enough to embarrass me, but I can only focus on how they feel inside me.

“Yes, all for you. You make me so wet,” I admit wantonly.

Everett unerringly finds my G-spot and starts massaging it, eliciting more whimpers from me.

When my pussy starts to tighten around his fingers, he languidly removes them and goes back to spanking me, wet fingers adding an extra sensation to my hot skin.

“What number was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you count. Should I start from the beginning?” Everett asks, a hint of amusement coating his gruff tone.

“Six!”

The final four come quickly, both of us breathing hard and fast.

“Sadie-queen, I-I—” Everett’s hands caress my stinging cheeks reverently as I squirm again.

I was so close.

“My fangs—they’re back—” he sputters.

Knowing what’s happening, I don’t want him to rush out again. I want Everett to be himself with me. And if that means embracing his vampiric traits, then I want to help him any way I can.

“Bite me,” I say simply.

“What? I can’t.” Everett refuses.

“I trust you. Where do you want to bite?”

“Your ass is all red, the blood right beneath the surface. It’s like it’s calling to me,” Everett chokes out his admission.

“Bite me, Everett.” I encourage him.

I want him to take what he needs.

The next moment, I feel twin sharp stings on my left cheek as Everett bends down and bites me. He repositions his hand and enters my pussy with his fingers.

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