Page 101 of Heir

An orgasm unlike anything I’d ever felt before brewed hot and wild in my lower belly. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t think of anything but how badly I wanted Drak. How badly I needed him.

He removed his fingers and pushed his tongue back inside me while those same fingers found my clit and rubbed perfect circles.

It wasn’t until he withdrew his tongue just enough to flick the hood of my clit with his fang, making me gasp from the sharp snap of pleasure coated in pain, then he dove his tongue back inside and I exploded. I was unprepared for how hard the climax was going to hit me, and I nearly fell off the overturned bucket and into the wall of cleaning supplies behind me. But Drak’s free hand shot out and gripped my ass hard, holding me in place so I could finish out my orgasm.

I rode his face with zero shame, tilted my head to the ceiling and let the warmth, and wave after wave of unadulterated bliss, flood me from top to toe and back. A sob broke free of my throat, but I didn’t even care. Tears pricked my eyes as my body convulsed with each fresh strike of pleasure.

Drak never stopped.

He never slowed down.

He just kept sinking his tongue into me. Kept rubbing my clit.

He did the whole fang on clit thing again, which just made one orgasm roll into another. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to stay standing. But he held me in place with his hand on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. Thankfully, I liked that added bit of pain and contact. It just pushed the pleasure all that much higher.

As I began to come down from orgasm number two, he pulled his head away. I couldn’t look down at him though. I couldn’t see my blood all over his face. As hot as this was, I was grateful for the dark.

He stood up to his full height, unbuckled his pants, and fished out his erection. I might not have been able to look at his face, but I had no problem staring at his cock.

Holy shit.

He reached behind me, gripped my ass, and I leaped up onto his hips again. It took very little effort for him to notch himself properly at my core and slide home. We both moaned as I sunk down, taking every inch of him I could.

His grunts were savage and primal, and that just pitched me to new heights of arousal. I’d never come more than once with any sexual partner, but I already knew I could come again—and possibly, again. Maybe it was that we were Fated Mates, maybe it was some vampire voodoo spell, or the fact that I was bleeding and he was in blood lust. Or maybe the perpetually grumpy vampire was just that good. I had very little brain power to delve into the maybes. So I ignored them, putting them into the back of my brain to entertain later, and instead, I gave over to the moment. To the desire racing through me.

Drak bucked up harder and harder, grunting with each thrust. I bobbed up and down on his waist, using his shoulders for leverage. The way his pubic bone hit my clit just galvanized everything higher, better, and had me chasing orgasm number three at an alarming speed.

I tilted my face to the ceiling again as the pressure in my belly grew hot and tight. I was close, and as hard as I tried to hang on, I couldn’t.

I broke again with a sharp, gasping cry and at the same time Drak plunged his fangs into my neck, hurling my entire soul up into the stratosphere as the orgasm of all orgasms threatened to kill me.

Heat radiated out from where his fangs punctured my flesh, creating magical sparkles and tingles I’d never felt before all throughout my body. Usually my clit and core were the epicenter of my climax, but now I had two orgasm nuclei in my body. He removed his fangs and replaced them with his mouth where he sucked, pulling blood from my jugular and once again, feasting on me.

The more he sucked, the harder and stronger my orgasm. I never wanted it to end.

My leg muscles shook around his waist. My toes curled and cramped, and my clit throbbed as his pelvic bone continued to rub against it.

I barely registered his grunts and moans, or that he’d paused his own efforts and was coming. My orgasm was still going. I wasn’t going to have a fourth orgasm. I was never going to have any more orgasms after this, because this one was never going to end.

And I was kind of okay with a death like this.

Didn’t the French call the orgasm la petite mort, anyway? Little death.

Well, this was a big death, and I was on board for it. Kill me now, Bat Boy. I’m going to meet my parents with a smile on my face—and no pants.

He stopped sucking and swept his tongue across the puncture marks as he continued to lose himself inside me, finding his own release.

I didn’t think it would happen, but I was both saddened and grateful when the tremors and pleasure receded. There were a few aftershocks, but my toes stopped cramping and I could hear things besides my own thundering heart again.

After a few stuttered breaths, he helped me to my feet. I wobbled instantly, but Drak was there to keep me from keeling over into the mop and bucket.

“I . . . I need to put in a new tampon,” I said, still in a daze, as I searched the floor for my dropped purse. I located it, breathing a sigh of relief because my purse also had all my winnings.

I spun around and inserted the new tampon then went on the hunt for my underwear and pants.

I dressed quickly, making sure to keep my back to Drak until I was presentable. I also really didn’t want to see his face.

Reality was hitting me like a slap to the face with a wet cloth.

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