Page 77 of Shattered Illusion

Axel’s fingers join the mix, spearing my fluttering walls and causing stars to explode behind my closed eyelids. The wet noises coming from down below as he pounds his fingers into my pussy should embarrass the shit out of me. But it doesn’t. It’s a testament to what this vampire is doing to me.

Unable to help myself, I grind against his face, no longer worried about making this last. There are plenty more orgasms in my future, especially since we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.

“Fuck. That’s it,cor meum. Use me.” I shudder, gripping his hair tighter and shoving his face deeper into my cunt. His fingers disappear, but something thicker spears my entrance, and I use it to my advantage, fucking myself on his tongue.

Axel’s fangs scrape the delicate flesh, only heightening the feelings coursing through me. Shit. “I want those fangs buried in my throat when I come on your cock,” I mumble breathily. Delirious even. He chuckles, the sound sending shivers through my pussy. Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

My motions turn frantic with my thoughts, with my longing to get his cock buried in me as fast as possible. My orgasm that’s slowly been percolating finally breaks free, blinding me with the intensity.

Axel’s feral groan has aftershocks zinging through my body as he laps up every drop, leaving nothing behind.

My limbs turn to jelly, and I fall back, clutching my chest before my heart rips itself free from my body and throws itself at his feet. Becausefuck… any woman would fall in love after coming like that.

“You okay,cor meum?”

“Peachy,” I murmur with a lazy smile, my eyes fluttering.

“Oh no, little mancer.” The telltale crinkle of a foil packet has my eyes popping open once more, knowing what’s coming next. My arms tremble as I fight to prop myself back up, only to find him spitting a piece of the wrapper from his teeth. “We’re nowhere near done yet.”

Shit. When the hell did he take off his clothes?

Axel’s face glistens with my release as he grits his teeth, rolling the condom over his hard length while being careful not to tear the rubber. From what I can see, he’s not as thick as my demi-god, but he definitely has length on him. I just know he’s going to feel magnificent inside me, reaching places Luka couldn’t.

I almost want to ask him to fuck me raw, fucking me without any barriers between us, but neither one of us are ready for the consequences that arise from that. Well, he may be. He’s lived a long time already. But I’m not. Not yet. Maybe one day if we decide to mate fully. If I can figure out how the hell to do it. But that’s for future me to figure out. Right now, I just need this man in me like I need the blood pumping through my veins to keep my heart beating.

Axel grips my waist, pulling me from my perch atop his coffin, spinning me around. He splays my upper half across the black lacquered surface, my arms barely long enough to grab the side to keep me on top.

I point my toes, looking for leverage on the floor, but there isn’t any. I’m just too damn short in this position. The only thing keeping me from sliding off is the white-knuckled grip I have on the lip of the lid.

“Fuck,cor meum. I’ve dreamt of having you draped across my coffin so many times. But there’s no denying reality is so much better than my fantasies.”

Soft, tentative fingers curl into the waistband of my leggings and panties, peeling the destroyed clothing from my body. Axel sucks in a breath as his cool hands grip my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart.

“One of these days, I’m going to take you right here.” His finger brushes over my asshole, a whimper on my lips at the depravity of the thought. But I’ll let him. Anything for my vampire.

“But first,cor meum, I want to feel you clamp down on me as you come, screaming my name while I thrust inside you.” He grabs my waist, his fingers bruising as he lines up at my entrance.

“Hurry!” I practically yell, desperate to feel him.

He chuckles, his tongue licking up my neck as he whispers in my ear, “So impatient.”

Before I can respond, he thrusts inside me, burying his entire length in one stroke. I let out a pleasurable scream, my body trembling at the invasion. He pulls out slowly, before slamming inside me again, hitting just the right spot that has me like putty.

“Yes, Gods, like that,” I moan, my hands and knuckles white from gripping the coffin so hard for some sort of purchase. My legs dangle still, but I barely notice, my thoughts preoccupied with how good it feels to have him inside me. From the way he’s moaning and panting, it must feel just as good to him.

He pulls out again, and I let out a cry in protest, feeling the immediate loss. But he spins me around, his hands grabbingmy thighs and propping me up with my back against the coffin. His fingertips bury into my skin as I throw my arms over his shoulders, slamming my lips against his as he buries himself inside me again.

My shirt and one of the only bras I own fall to the floor in tatters with a swipe of his claws. Claws I didn’t even know he possessed. The delicious scrape of them as they score my flesh sends me reeling.

Every thrust has me reaching closer to climax, but then he slows his pace, prolonging it. Delayed pleasure, I’m sure, but it makes me claw at him, hungry for more.

My hands slip through the sweat dripping down Axel’s back as I cling to him in desperation, close. So damn close it won’t take much to toss me over the edge.

Axel must know this as his thrusts turn punishing, his fingers dimpling my ass and no doubt leaving bruises that’ll be there tomorrow with how tight his hold is on me.

I throw my head back with a loud cry as he batters my cervix, my hair plastered to my forehead and everywhere else from the perspiration coating our slick bodies. The slide of our skin doesn’t deter his movements, using it to his advantage as he slips his hand between us, circling my clit with his thumb.

“Axe,” I chant his name as my fingers tangle in his long locks, pulling his head back to bring his gaze back to mine. His blood red orbs are wide, those black veins I’ve only seen once before writhing beneath his eyes, and some type of substance is dripping from those sharp fangs I’m yearning to have buried in my neck.

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