Page 210 of Mama Si's Paradise

My mouth opened and closed about a dozen times.

“I can’t even stand to look at you,” I mumbled in the end.

“Then you don’t have to look at me at all.” And he moved.

One second he was standing in front of me, barely a foot away in the spacious shower, and the next, my front was pressed to the black tiles, and Grey was behind me.

I moaned. “What are you…what…fuck, Grey!” Unfair. It was completely unfair.

“I’ll be doing the fucking, baby. You just spread those gorgeous legs for me and take it.”

I groaned—how did he make me so fucking wet so quickly?

My legs spread to the sides like my body was at his command. He was spewing curses under his breath as he gripped my hips and leaned back his torso to look down between us, to see how his hard cock rested between my ass cheeks. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it perfectly fine.

When the minute was over, I was willing to get on my knees and beg.

Really, truly pathetic.

Luckily, Grey was even more impatient than me this time. He held me against the tiles by the back of my neck, and when he stepped back, he pulled my hips, too, bending me over. I held onto those tiles for dear life as I rose on my tiptoes, jutting my ass up, desperate for him.

Another string of curses, and Grey had enough.

The next second, he let go of my neck, took his cock in his hand, and thrust it inside me all the way at once.

My face was pressed against the tiles as I moaned. Greysqueezed my hips hard, then moved himself up and down while his cock was still inside me, like he meant to stretch me all the way. I cried out so much my throat was raw within a minute.

“Does it still hurt, baby?” Grey whispered because he could tell how badly my legs were shaking.

“Yes,” I choked, and when he moved a little, I actually panicked that he’d pull out of me, so I said, “Don’t you dare stop—I can take it.” It hurt so good I never wanted to stop.

Grey dug his fingers into my hips even harder and growled deep in his throat. “Yes, you can. You take it so fucking well.”

He thrust his hips up hard and fast, making me one with the tiles again.

From then on, he didn’t stop.

We didn’t take it slow like on the rooftop. We were hungry, in a rush, desperate to feel each other as deeply as we could. He rose on his tiptoes to give me all his length and I pushed my hips back as far as he let me, which wasn’t much. Then he spread my legs to the sides of his, his chest pressed to my back. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, holding them against the tiles.

All I could do was hold onto his fingers and cry out his name as he had his way with me, his pelvis slamming against my ass, his cock reaching deep inside me with each new thrust.

I came so hard I forgot my own damn name, and the way he moaned and groaned and growled while he held himself on his tiptoes and let me ride the high would have you thinking he was in pain. He loved the feeling of me coming on his cock, and he didn’t have to say a single word for me to know it.

And then, it was his turn.

He fucked me so fast, so hard that he came seconds after, his lips on the side of my neck. That’s why I felt it when his fangs extended down his upper lip, and every inch of me froze in place.

Fangs.Blood.

His fangs inside me, sucking on my life force. Filling his body up.

“Fall, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I would never bite you without your permission. Please, don’t be afraid of me, baby.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, barely holding back a moan when he spoke against my neck like that and grazed me with the tip of his fangs as if to show me that he was in complete control of himself.

He thought I was afraid—of course he did. Ishouldhave been afraid. He was a vampire, a winged vampire with fucking fangs, yet I felt safer here with those fangs against my throat than I ever had before in my life.

Not only that, but I wanted him to feed on me.

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