Page 51 of Vampire Blood

Her beautiful eyes were open, staring at my lips, almost as if she herself wanted to devour me, while it was the other way around.

I gripped her more tightly, my hands around her body. When she kissed me again, I growled against her lips, but I kept control. My hand was on her neck, guiding her, holding her.

Then, her kiss took on a blazing heat, almost as if she were attacking me with the sheer strength of her yearning. It was hotter than I had seen her before, as she climbed onto me, her hands pressed to my chest, exploring the depths of my mouth with her tongue.

“I want you,” she murmured with that animalistic tone of voice I loved so much, when she was so crazy about me that she couldn’t wait a moment longer for me to claim her. It drove me mad.

She quickly took off her pants, working her way around mine as well. I still had no idea when she had gotten so good at taking our clothes off so quickly, but I knew I loved that. She liked it hard. She liked it fast. And that was how she wanted it now.

“I need you to fuck me, to forget about everything but the sensation of you filling me,” she whispered again right into my ear, and my cock was more than ready to make her wish come true.

“Fuck, Annika…” I groaned, the animal in me completely crazy.

She adjusted herself in my lap, grinding against me. She knew that could make me cum in seconds. But I wanted to feel her slick, wet heat around me first. I had to.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, licking her neck. She arched it, her eyes closed, allowing me clear access to her pale skin.

God, she was so fucking beautiful. And she was all mine.

The thought drove me even wilder than before.

She slid her panties to the side, her fingers fumbling with the thin strip of fabric that was still preventing me from claiming her. She grinned as she locked her gaze with mine.

“Impatient?” she asked devilishly.

“You have no idea,” I smiled back, trying to kiss her, but she playfully pulled away, allowing her fingers to graze my cock.

“I love it when you’re so hard for me,” she purred seductively, and I couldn’t get enough of her voice, of her skin, of her scent.

I pulled her close to me and sank my teeth gently into her neck, biting her but without drawing blood. With her, it was always a game.

Sinking her nails into my chest, she lowered herself only a little onto me, taking in only the tip. Heat exploded around me instantly. I gazed at her. Tempting me, she bit her lower lip.

Slowly, she started to swirl her hips, making circles, sinking more and more each time, until finally, she took all of me into herself. She arched her back, moving only her hips. I grabbed her breasts, still hiding under the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She never wore a bra. And she made sure I knew that.

“Yes, fuck me…” I urged, and she listened.

“Look at me,” she ordered, grabbing me by the throat. I allowed her… as always.

She didn’t take her eyes off of me even for a second. I loved seeing the fire in her eyes when she was being the dominant one, taking possession of me, instead of it being the other way around.

My cock threatened to explode and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not when we were both this hot.

“You feel so good,” I told her, our eyes promising everything to each other.

A tidal wave of pleasure washed over her a moment later. I always knew when she was close, but this time, it took us both by surprise. Her nails sunk into my skin even deeper, and she moaned louder than before, screamed almost, as pleasure took hold of her. She was still fucking me, taking all of me, until I followed her, releasing myself deeply into her.

Her forehead dipped to mine. She was still breathing heavily as I felt her juices leaking out of her, making us both soaking wet.

She kissed me gently, with just the tip of her lips. A butterfly kiss, as she liked to call it. A kiss of pleasure and satisfaction.

I smiled as she lowered herself next to me. I watched her chest rise then fall. We remained silent for a long time. Everything was silent, except for the soft rhythm of her breathing. Moonlight spilled through the small window, casting silver patterns across the bed. She lay beside me, her body curled slightly, one arm draped over my chest as if she didn’t want to let go even in sleep.

I couldn’t stop looking at her.

Her hair was a mess against the pillow, wild and tangled, and her lips were still swollen from my kisses. She looked peaceful like this. She looked softer than the fierce, determined woman who had stood against shifters and vampires and powers far older than either of us.

But I knew the truth. She wasn’t soft. Not really. She was strong, stronger than anyone gave her credit for, stronger than even she realized.

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