Page 43 of Hunting His Vampire Mate

“Fuck,” he whispered aloud, his whole expression breaking open. I could feel the guilt lancing through him, that he hadn’t allowed us to talk about what we were to each other since my confession that I loved him. “Danny, I’m sorry. I—”

Don’t,I begged silently.It doesn’t matter. Please, just be with me now. Give me this.

He nodded and I could feel him give in to me. He maneuvered my legs over his shoulders, and I felt the head of his cock brush against my hole. My whole body shivered with anticipation. I expected to feel fear, or maybe at least some trepidation. But all I felt was desire to feel him in me, to be close to him. To give him pleasure.

“If it doesn’t feel good or there’sanypain, we’re stopping. I never want to hurt you, Danny.”

“I know,” I told him. “Though I might lay a smack-down on you if you don’t start fucking me soon.”

Michael smiled a little at that.

Then he pushed himself into me.

Even though I felt more ready for this than I’d ever felt for anything in my whole life, I still expected it to hurt alittle. I didn’t expect it to feel effortless.

He paused, halfway inside me. His breath escaped in a short gasp. “Holy fuck,” he said, his eyes locked on mine, and something going primal and hungry in his expression. “You feel amazing.” He paused. “Is this okay? Are you in pain?”

I grabbed his ass—holy shit, he had an incredible bubble butt that I had plans for later—and guided him all the way into me, down to the hilt.

The feel of him buried deep in me was… perfect. It was a delicious, incredible sensation of fullness. And it was an almost too-intense pleasure that started at the base of my spine, but radiated everywhere, making my toes curl.

We both let out groans of pleasure at the same time.

Hot as fuck.

“I’m good,” I managed, letting out another gasping groan of delight as he began to work himself in and out of me.

He leaned down to kiss me while he made love to me, his tongue meeting mine. My hands gripped his back, and I gave myself over to the sensation of letting myself submit to him completely.

It could have been five minutes or five hours or five million years, and I didn’t care one bit. All I cared about was that the man I was in love with was buried inside me, destroying me and worshipping me with every thrust, and it felt good and natural and right.

He banished months of fear and doubt with each delicious movement, chasing both my pleasure and his, faster and faster, teasing out whimpers and moans from my lips.

My cock leaked a small pool of slick precum onto my stomach, aching and begging for friction.

And he seemed to somehowknow,because he reached between us to take my hardness in his hand before I could even beg him to. He somehow managed to time each stroke with his thrusts.

“I’m getting close,” he told me, whispering into my ear.

“I don’t want you to pull out,” I told him, kissing the side of his neck.

He didn’t flinch or give any indication that he was worried I might bite him. Instead, a moment later he gave a little groan. He thrust into me more forcefully and his whole body went rigid. And then I felt a delicious, toe-curling warmth fill me. And it was almost like I could feel an echo of his pleasure, because the ecstasy of his climax was what sent me over the edge too.

My own orgasm came out of nowhere.

It was blinding. Devastating. Mind-blowing.

My eyes flew open with shock as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me, igniting every cell of my body, as I shot ropes of white across my stomach. I let out gasping, whimpering moans, my whole body bucking with it, my fangs dropping at last.

Michael’s eyes widened a little bit.

The reminder that I wasn’t human anymore, while he was still buried deep inside me, was probably a mood-killer for him.

Moving slowly and gently, he pulled out of me. The entire time, his gaze never left my fangs.

I turned my face away from his, not wanting to let him see how monstrous I had become. For the entire time we’d been together, Michael had made me forget what I had become. The fate I couldn’t escape.

But it all came flooding back in now, like someone had upended a bucket of water over my head.

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