Page 31 of Hunting My Vampire

I held the tip of my cock against her, teasing her, feeling her warmth.

She let out a whimper of longing.

“Please,” she begged me. “Please, don’t wait, don’t wait!”

But I held back, loving the power over her body and her pleasure. There was a part of me that enjoyed this almost more than anything.

Then the moment became too powerful and I couldn’t hold back any more. I slid inside of her, the warm wetness of her engulfing me as I felt all control slip away. It was a fire of want and longing and I had waited so long for this, for her.

Our bodies became as one and an intense current of energy ran between us as our limbs rocked in synergy. She pulled me down, her tongue seeking mine, drawing me deeper into her being as the waves around us built higher and wilder, the heat intensifying.

Then she screamed. I had never heard anything like it. It seemed to pierce the air and shatter the night around us. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see glass shattering and mirrors breaking. It was a scream almost of agony, of a release so deep and white hot that there could be no mistaking its raw, primal source.

As the sound ripped from her, my body corresponded as if it was called to war, rearing up to meet the feverish pace of our blood, rising as one as the tide of ecstasy washed over us, annihilated us.

It was incredible.

I collapsed next to her, exhausted, completely spent.

When I looked at Kaya, her mouth was slightly open, she didn’t appear to be breathing.

She blinked once, then again.

Turning to face me, a slow smile spread over her face.

“That was… amazing,” she said. Then she winked at me. “How long before we can go again?”

Music to my ears.

Chapter 13

Kaya

I had never experienced anything like that night before.

After the first time, we had sex more times in the night.

Again.

And again.

Each time, I was blown away by the intensity of our sexual connection. The effect he had on me and the way we were together was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was the sort of thing you saw in movies or read about in books. The way a man was supposed to understand your body and focus on the woman’s pleasure. I had thought that was the stuff of stories.

At some point in the night, I became ravenous and asked Jack if he thought there was still some food left from dinner. I put on one of his shirts and we snuck through the castle like naughty children, giggling and whispering in the corridors, finding our way to the kitchen and the fridges, where there was loads of food put away.

I took out some fried chicken and roasted potatoes, what looked like a leg of lamb and creamed beans, as well as a chocolate dessert with whipped cream and cherries.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed, stuffing my face. “This is so good!”

Jack was smiling at me, his hair tousled and looking so handsome, so relaxed.

“Go for it,” he said. “Watching you is good enough for me.”

After a while, I asked him who all the food was for. As far as I knew, it was only him and his brother in the castle and neither of them had much use for food, did they?

He leaned against the kitchen counter and explained to me that there were a number of people not only working for the household and the business but living on the estate. The food would probably be distributed to them.

“It’s not like we prepare this kind of feast every night, you know,” he said with a wicked smile.

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