Page 57 of Of Blood and Smoke

I didn’t notice when he removed his own pants but next thing I knew, he’d lifted himself over me and was showering me withkisses. I pushed him back for a second, wanting another look at his eyes but my gaze snared on his cock.

He wound his arm down, lining himself up with my entrance. “I don’t think... Um, how...”

“You can take me,” he rasped in my ear. “You were made for me.”

His crown parted my lower lips, and I held my breath, squeezing my eyes shut as he half-inched forward. The pressure burned as he slowly pushed ahead, resting on one elbow, his hand guiding the length inside me. He kept his mouth sealed to mine, licking, nipping, and tasting me as if he wanted to eat me alive.

He’d been careful not to puncture me with his teeth but as he continued, he let go of any reluctance he may have had and gently pierced my bottom lip. A coppery flavor mingled between us as a deep, low growl vibrated from his chest and he suddenly shoved himself deep. My back arched off the couch before he switched his bite to my chest, dragging the sharp points around a nipple.

Josiah pumped his hips slowly, pulling out until the ridged head of his cock teased my clit and then sliding back inside. “You take me so well, Little One,” he said, “look how wet you are for my cock.”

He groaned as he increased his pace, dragging his length nearly all the way out with each stroke so I felt every vein, every bump. I clung to him, my mind so clouded with pleasure the tiny darts of pain were chased away.

As my body adjusted to his size I tried to meet him thrust for thrust, lifting my hips. He slung his arm underneath me and lifted me, squeezing our chests together, the new angle hitting spots so deep they’d never been touched before. On the verge of an orgasm, I breathlessly pleaded his name and was answered with a bruising kiss.

Josiah suddenly sat up on his knees, keeping our bodies connected. “This will hurt for merely a moment.” He swept my hair back from my shoulder. “Before I take your pain away.”

“What do you mean?” I asked when I found my voice.

Lightly, he trailed his lips up and down my neck, sending goosebumps across my flesh. I could feel the heat of his mouth as I swiveled my hips, trying to work myself to completion. Nearly blinded by my own arousal I circled his neck with my arms and nuzzled the side of his head, breathing in his scent and committing it to memory.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured right before he plunged his canines into my neck.

It felt like I’d been struck by lightning, the pain was so intense. His nails dug into my back as he crushed me against him. He clung to me like I was the only thing keeping him alive, as if I were the very oxygen in his lungs. My scream was lost beneath his growl, the sound reverberating through my apartment. White-hot heat coursed through me while his velvet tongue lapped at my skin, erasing the agony.

He fisted my hair, keeping my head bent and pulled his cock out before slamming it back inside me to begin a rhythmic dance where his suckles matched his thrusts. Soon, the sting of his bite transformed into an ecstasy that coursed through me, sending tingles of bliss sliding through my veins.

“Josiah... Josiah,” I begged him, desperate for release. My toes curled and I wiggled against him, needing him to send me over that edge. I was so close, so close to coming, my eyes were watering, the exhilaration of being in his arms almost too much to bear.

At that moment, I didn’t care if he murdered me, if he drank too much. There was no other way I’d rather meet my demise than to be impaled on his body and held in his arms.

“Fuck,” I pleaded with him. “Please...”

“Anything you want, my love,” he rasped against my neck, pulling away before sliding his teeth back in.

His fingers slid down between my legs, slipping through my wetness and softly circling my clit. With the barest of touches, he feathered them exactly where I wanted and every muscle in my body stretched taunt before suddenly, I was free-falling, my vision pitching black, as I exploded into a million tiny stars.

The sense of utter satisfaction that covered me as I came back down was nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d always been left wanting, desiring the oneness that was as elusive as the blood and smoke I’d never known I’d needed. Here, in this man’s arms, I’d found it.

Breathlessly, Josiah leaned back, his hands firmly clasping my shoulders. His hooded gaze searched me with eyes full of dark fire. “You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now, dripping with nectar and full of my cum,” he rumbled.

He wrapped his hand around me, careful not to touch the dual puncture wounds until he swept his thumb through the mess. He pulled his finger back and slowly licked it clean, not breaking eye contact.

I hadn’t noticed until now, but his chest was stained red. My sweat and blood, and his depravation, painting a crimson-hued portrait of our lovemaking. I traced a line through it, where it hadn’t completely dried, taking the opportunity to marvel over his musculature without being frenzied by lust. His body was a work of art, the very definition of perfection. Every sleek muscle—every single inch of him, was designed to draw in the eye and seduce.

My eye, the thought occurred to me. He wasn’t bulky or steroid filled, there were no bulging biceps or over-excited pecs, just a sleek package with a trim waist and narrow hips that reminded me of the martial arts gurus I’d seen online. If I could’ve ordered the perfect man from a website or catalogue,Josiah would’ve been it. It was like he’d been designed with precisely me in mind.

Dropping my arms, I clambered off his lap, our mingled juices dripping down my thighs. Josiah grabbed me and gently pushed me back down. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m going to clean you,” he answered, crawling over me and caging me in.

With long strokes, he licked my neck and moved to my collarbone, and then my chest, his mouth sucking and lapping until I felt warmth gathering in my core again. “If you keep this up, we’ll never leave the couch,” I warned him.

He lifted his eyes to mine and grinned, his lips stained. “I don’t think either of us would mind.” He flicked my nipple with his tongue.

“I can see you wouldn’t mind.”

Another flick.

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