Page 33 of Married to the Vampire Prince

It was daytime, which meant it was time to sleep according to the vampire schedule.

Grace blushed, and the shimmer of her blood quickened and grew louder in her veins. “I… Yes, I’d like that. Will we…”

She trailed off, but I understood her fine. She was asking me if I meant for us to have sex.

“Only if you want,” I said.

My wife gave me a look from underneath her lashes; I would have considered the gaze sultry and seductive coming from any other person, but from her it was shy and coy. I liked the way she was.

“I… do…” She whispered. “I’d like to…”

I smiled widely. I grabbed the back of her head and angled it just right. I leaned down and placed a firm, passionate kiss on her lips.

Grace moaned, and I used the opportunity to plunge my tongue into her mouth. I poured all the possessiveness I felt towards her into the kiss. Our tongues danced with each other, and Grace didn’t take long to submit to me. I continued kissing her as I pushed her against the door.

My other hand went to her butt, and I raised her in the air, trapping her between the door and my body. I was already hard – all I needed to become aroused were a few kisses and feeling her body close to mine. I pressed my erection against her stomach.

Grace moaned again. Her pajamas were only made of thin cotton, so I could feel her warmth against my cock.

I let go of the back of her head and grabbed her pants. I pulled them down with sure movements.

I cursed in desire when I noticed she wore no underwear.

“Grace,” I called her name.

I unzipped my pants and yanked at them until they fell to the floor. Next came my boxers. When I stood bare in front of my wife, I grabbed her legs behind her knees and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Now I was positioned right against her entrance.

“I should take it slow…” I mumbled, but my hips moved on their own accord, grinding against Grace’s pelvis.

“Silas,” Grace moaned out my name, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t stop my hips from moving.

Grace’s hips started grinding against me as well. My cock fell between her folds and she moved up and down on me. Her pussy was slippery.

“You’re ready for me,” I noted with wonder in my voice. “But I… I should be gentle…” I sounded so out of breath.

“N-No, don’t…” Grace’s voice was erratic too. “Just take me, Silas. Fuck me. Hard.”

I groaned. This woman would be my undoing.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed her hips and pushed her against my cock. My dick slipped between her folds, and with one sure thrust I pushed myself halfway inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I said.

Of course she was tight. She had been tight the first time I had taken her too. Then again, I hadn’t spent much time letting her adjust to my size.

That oversight was one I would amend from now on.

I thrust inside her again. This time I sheathed myself completely inside of her. I found a rhythm, fucking her hard against the door.

It didn’t take long for Grace to come. “Silas!” She screamed my name, and I wanted to hear this sound till the end of my existence.

I continued fucking her throughout the orgasm. The sound of her blood coursing through her veins was the most beautiful melody to me. I put my fangs against her throat.

“Silas,” she continued moaning my name.

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