Page 77 of Taste of Fate

He wanted to consume me.

“Do you um, need a few minutes?” I gestured vaguely toward his crotch.

Cyan shook his head. “I need you.”

“I mean, you don’t need to recover after…?”

He looked down as if noticing the state of himself for the first time, and shrugged. “Sometimes, but it seems every part of me needs more of you.” He grabbed my hands and tugged me forward with a grin. “Thanks to your blood, I bet.”

Our mouths connected in a hard, ferocious kiss as he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands supported my ass. He was still kneeling on the bed and seemed content to stay there, kissing my neck and shoulder as he positioned me right at the head of his cock.

As usual, Cyan teased me until I went feral. He thrusted lazily, sliding through my wet, achingly sensitive folds without penetrating. My infuriating vampire mate chuckled and kissed me when I whined and pleaded. I moaned his name, clawed at his back, wiggled my hips, and panted as his heavy length slid over my clit hood but not where I ached for him the most.

“Cyan, if you don’t fuck me right fucking now, I’m going to die!” I cried.

“Oh, my Tavi.” He chuckled directly into my ear. “Why didn’t you say so?”

He made a small adjustment with his hips and pressed inside me in one long, fluid stroke. I didn’t know if I screamed, gasped, or made any sound at all, but every solid inch of him filled me in the most exquisite, perfect way.

And when he began to move, the slow drag and press of him through me in a steady, unhurried cadence, that incredible feeling built. Each drive of him into me layering more sensation, more pleasure on the one before.

I clutched his shoulders and my ankles locked together behind his back, thighs squeezing his waist to keep the position. Our foreheads pressed together and I never wanted to stop feeling this.

“Good?” Cyan asked with a light nip to my mouth.

“Yes.” I sighed as he pulled back, looking down between us to watch him fill me up again. “So fucking good.”

“Do you want more?” His fingers dug into the right side of my ass, his other hand supporting my back.

My teeth traced the shell of his ear. “I want everything, Cyan.”

He groaned and muttered something I didn’t recognize, maybe something in his vampiric language. The next thing I felt was his grip shifting so both hands held my waist. The next time he entered me, he fucked me.

A gasp left my throat at the impact, at the slamming force of his body against mine. The pleasure inside me intensified, becoming sharper, taking me higher. I didn’t just feel him inside me anymore, I felt him crash against my inner thighs. Each thrust struck my clit and filled me deeper.

“Oh fuck, Cy…” I held on for dear life, absorbing every lash of pleasure he brought down on me. If I had any length to my fingernails, I’d be drawing blood from his upper back.

“I know, Tavi. I can feel you. I’m so close too.”

His mouth captured mine in a rough kiss and I felt a sharp prick from his fangs. He licked at the resulting blood droplet and moaned, fucking my mouth ravenously with his tongue before breaking away with a growl.

“Can I…”

He was too far gone to speak in full sentences, too lost in the pleasure and the fucking and whatever else his vampire senses picked up. But somehow I knew what he was asking.

“Yes, always.” I lifted my chin, giving him full access to my neck. “My blood is only for you.”

His fangs sank into neck without a moment’s hesitation, driven by lust and instinct and need. At the first pull, all the layering pleasure in me reached its peak and exploded into release. Only seconds later, I felt Cyan’s orgasm follow, his moans deep and animalistic against my neck as his cock kicked inside me.

Every draw on my vein matched his thrusts, striking my clit in shocking jolts of pleasure that gradually slowed until the two of us were so wrung out that we could hardly move anymore.

Cyan eased us down to the mattress, his cock sliding out of me first, and then his fangs. My body felt heavy then, so utterly relaxed without a single tense muscle. It was an effort to keep my eyes open, even as Cyan licked and nuzzled my neck.

With a contented sigh, he rolled me to lie on his chest, his hands tangled in my hair.

“How close is it to dawn?” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry about that.” I felt a kiss press to my forehead. “I’ll get situated and check on Amy while you rest.”

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