Page 22 of Samuel's Bloody Obsession

I left one hand around her throat and placed the other on the sofa so I could fuck her harder. Her moans turned to grunts, and my pelvis smacked against her juicy asscheeks.

“No one will ever lay a finger on you, Charlotte, because I will fucking decimate them. You're mine,” I said, letting go of her throat to grip her breast in my hand. “Every single inch of you.”

Her pussy began to ripple around me, but I continued to pound in and out of her hot wet hole, feeling rage consume me at the thought of anyone harming my mate. My fangs were fully extended and ready to sink into her.

“Be a good girl and cum on my dick,” I commanded while I pinched her nipple.

She cried out and clenched down on me. I snarled before I opened my mouth and clamped down on her neck. She gasped in pain and pleasure, and I released my venom inside her to ease her pain as I sucked on the hot blood that spurt into my mouth.

I grunted as I felt my cock jerk inside of her before I came so hard that I almost felt alive. The pleasure coursed through me as I enjoyed her pussy tightening around me again. I continued to spew my cum inside her until she had drained my balls. Once my appetite was sated, I sealed her wound up and licked her neck. She sagged onto the sofa, and I kissed her back.

No one was going to harm a single hair on her head.

Chapter 16

Charlotte

My throat was raw, my pussy pulverised, and my neck throbbed, but damn it, he always made me cum so hard that I couldn't complain. It was the first time that I had initiated sex because he was the one who was all over me.

“I can’t move,” I croaked out.

“I’m not sure if I can either,” he said lazily as he stroked my arm. “Over six hundred years old, yet you almost took me out.”

I couldn't help but chuckle. He lifted himself off my back but picked me up with him and walked us around the sofa before he sat down with his cock still impaling me. He spread my legs over his and began to play with my pussy. His other hand massaged my breast.

“I don't think we christened the panic room properly,” he said as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“This sofa has been well and truly christened,” I said dryly as I felt his cum leak out of me. “What was the 1400s like?”

“War, plague and famine,” he said after a pause. “I wouldn't have survived if I hadn't been turned.”

“Who turned you?”

“One of the Elders, Damien. He found me wounded on the battlefield.”

I placed my hand over his, and he paused in mauling my breast. It was hard to imagine him killing others in a war when he was so gentle with me, but those must have been harsh times. I needed to brush up on my history.

“How old are the Elders?” I asked.

“No one knows, but they are ancient. Some say they are thousands of years old.”

“That’s crazy,” I said in shock.

“You're sitting on a vampire’s cock,” he reminded me.

“Hmm. This is also true,” I said wriggling my ass.

He began to kiss my neck. I forgot about his bloody history and turned around to kiss him. We had a lifetime to discuss his fascinating past.

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When I was certain I had missed my period, I decided it was time to tell Samuel that I needed a pregnancy test. I frowned as I wondered if he would stop choking me or, worse, if he started to take it easy on me. Perhaps the pregnancy test could wait.

“What’s wrong?” Samuel said as he finished parking the car.

When I glanced at him, he looked concerned, and my heart softened.

“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurted out.

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