Page 52 of The Blood Widow

I moaned again. “Please,” I whispered.

He needed to fuck me, or I might die. I felt too empty, too wet.

His hand slid down my stomach as he lifted my shirt and devoured my nipples. His tongue swirled around the bud, making me dizzy. My hips rose.

He growled. Then he grabbed the thin fabric between my legs and tugged, shredding my panties, exposing my needy center to him. His large hand gripped the moisture between my legs. His thumb and middle finger rubbed my clit and entrance at the same time. Just enough to drive me crazy.

Stars exploded in my vision and my heart rate sped up even faster.

“Look at this needy little pussy, baby girl. It’s dripping for me. It missed me,” Cole growled out in my ear. Then, he gripped the back of my neck and made me watch his fingers play in my wetness.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked.

I moaned, and my knees closed around him as my back arched. He pushed me back down on the bed. “You don’t get more until you answer me.”

I fucking loved this. His controlling dominance was sexy as hell in bed. He just needed to turn it off everywhere else.

I pushed away my worries and concerns and let myself enjoy this. I let go of my control, giving in to his.

He pulled his hand away and pinched my left breast. A little squeak escaped me.

“I’m waiting, baby girl.” He leaned down to nibble softly on the other nipple. “You don’t want to keep me waiting for long.” His teeth bit down on the skin between my breasts.

My mind was in a fog, I forgot the question for a second. “Yours,” I panted out when the question came back to me.

He traveled over my body, letting his scruff and lips graze my skin. “Do you want me? Do you want me to ruin that tight pussy that I love so much?”

“God, yes, please.” My hips lifted and humped the air. My hands roamed over his body, my nails dragging across his skin. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt, so his tight physique was on display.

Cole lined himself up at my entrance and slid in. My moistness made it easier, but he groaned and stopped before he was fully inside of me. “Fuck… choking my fucking cock.”

His mouth claimed mine as he pushed inside of me and found that forceful rhythm that I loved so much. My legs wrapped around him, and my nails dug into his back, which made him move faster, harder. We both loved a little pain with our pleasure.

My moans were loud and wild. The sound of our flesh slapping together turned me on even more. I was rising high into oblivion quickly.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I panted out. The pleasure kept rising with every graze of his skin on mine. I was floating and tightening at the same time.

“Fuck, I’m almost there. Do it.” He turned his head to expose his neck to me.

My fangs drove into his flesh the next instant. Pleasure exploded in my mind. I clamped down on him as I came harder than any vibrator could make me, screaming into his neck.

Cole’s thrusting quickened until the slaps could have been heard all around. With a roar, he finished inside of me. I took two more gulps of his blood and retracted my fangs. I sighed as he rested his weight on me. Endorphins danced around inside of me like wildfire attacking dry grass.

“Shit, that was better than I remember.” He panted and kissed my neck. “I love you,” he whispered.

The last part was almost too quiet for me to hear, but I did. I sucked in a breath, and my body went rigid. I gulped as what just happened came crashing around me.

No. Shit, I fucked up. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I squirmed under him, and it was his turn to freeze. “Get off, Cole.”

He sighed and rolled off. “Novem?—”

“No,” was all I said before dashing into the bathroom and slamming the door. I closed my eyes. The pain of rejecting him again was going to ruin me. I licked my lips. I had to distance myself before I messed up again and gave in. Asked him to hold me and never let me go like I wanted. My heart thrashed around in my chest, demanding to go back to him. I gripped the edge of the counter and forced myself to stay in place, holding myself back cracked my soul.

I couldn’t do this again. I closed my eyes as I tried desperately to get my traitorous body under control.

Images of Cole’s dead body lying on the ground flashed against the backs of my eyelids. His lifeless stare so accusing, blaming me for everything. My gaze landed on my now blue eyes as a knock on the door. This fluffier form wasn’t as comforting anymore. They hid my yellow gaze, but right now, I needed those harsh eyes, not these soft ones. My finger wrapped around the crystal disguising my true skin, and I yanked it off me. It clattered into the sink.

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