Page 48 of Forced Vampire Mate

“How can you feel this—” he thrust up against me, letting his erection grind into my core. “And wonder that?”

“Because I want to be certain,” I answered, slightly breathless with desire.

Luken stroked his thumb over my cheekbone.

“And because you were exhausted,” I admitted. “And I don’t want to push your physical limit.”

He nuzzled into my neck again. “I should drink first.”

“Do it,” I said.

His fangs scraped against my throat. “Take off your clothes first.”

I was more than happy to obey. I quickly disrobed, taking everything off. I moved back to straddle Luken, my husband.Mine—but he grasped my hips and stopped me. His gaze traveled over me slowly, as though savoring every inch of my skin exposed to him. He took hold of my left hand and moved it; I realized I’d been hiding part of my scars.

“This time is going to be different,” he promised me. “We’ve only ever fucked in the past. This time, I want to make love to you.”

He started off with gentle touches. His hands moved over my shoulders, down my arms. They skimmed the flare of my hip and brushed the undersides of my breast. He pulled me closer, one hand supporting my waist and the other touching my lips. It was feather-light, so tender that it made me gasp.

His eyes darkened with lust, but he didn’t rush things. It was as though it was the first time he’d ever seen a woman, the reverence in his face, the gentleness with which he touched me. When he put his face back to my neck, he breathed in my scent deeply and kissed my pulse. I let my head fall back, my hands resting on his shoulder. Part of me wanted to beg him to take me, but I was enjoying this soft touch too much. It was almost as pleasant, having him run his nose over my collarbone, as it was to have his fingers on my clit.

When he bit into me, his cock sprang to life. It strained against his pants. A shudder of pleasure moved through me as I rocked myself over him, seeking out the friction of our bodies moving together. I wished he’d taken off his clothes before starting to drink. He made greedy sucking noises as my skin tightened all over my body. One arm stayed around my waist while the other dropped between my legs. I arched myself, giving him more access.

He plunged two fingers into me and curled them upward, igniting all my nerve endings. I gasped and moaned, clutching at him and tearing at his clothes in rapid successful. It was too much and not enough all at once. Somewhere in my pleasure-fevered mind, I knew how much he was holding back. How he was focused on my pleasure, rather than taking his needs. Even his drinking from me was controlled.

I managed to get his shirt off as his thumb ran circles over my clit. My thighs were already shaking. I reached for his belt, and he thrust his fingers deeper into me with one final pull. All my muscles were released, and I cried out, slumping against his chest.

Luken withdrew his fingers from me and kissed the spot he’d been drinking. His touch was gentle again. Light and like butterflies tracing over my skin.

“More,” I begged. “I want you inside of me.”

I tugged at his belt, still half-blind from the orgasm he’d already given me. Luken laughed as he lifted our bodies together. Somehow, he managed to get the rest of his clothes off. Then he settled back down and smiled up at me. Waiting. His cock was hard, already leaking with his desire.

I angled myself over him and lowered down, groaning as he filled me. It felt so good! I may not have been as experienced as he was, but I was going to make this good. I settled over him, our bodies connected like pieces of a puzzle. Luken kissed my collar; otherwise, it was not moving. He was letting me have control this time. Letting me explore this connection between us.

Tentatively, I moved up, feeling him slide partly out of me. I thrust myself back down and was rewarded by Luken tightening his hold on me. He grunted, his expression intense as he stared into my eyes. I did it again, enjoying the way his jaw went slack. Again and again, I rode him. My thighs started to burn, and I dropped, grinding in a way that set my clit on fire.

“I love the way you’re looking at me right now,” I told him.

He kissed the top of my breast as we moved together. He was starting to thrust upward, matching my rhythm. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.”

I caught his face and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He tasted of my blood and pleasure. I whimpered as the tightness built in my belly.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered into him. “Fuck me now. Fuck me as though our lives depend on it.”

And he did. He grabbed my hips, stilling my motion, and took over. His hips rammed upward, thrusting into me with such force that I bounced. I grabbed his shoulders to keep myself steady, screaming as the orgasm hit me suddenly. There was a violence to his motions that thrilled me, him taking from me as much as he was giving. He pulled me tighter, his arms like steel.

“You will never leave me again,” he snarled as he kissed and bit my shoulders. “You belong to me, Elara Tideborne.”

“Yes,” I panted, hardly able to speak. He reached between us, circling my clit, and sent me into orgasm again. I arched my back and screamed, my fingernails digging into him. “Luken! Oh, Luken! I’m yours. Forever, I’m yours. Don’t let me go. Never let me go. Please!”

“Mine,” he growled, biting me again.

He drank deeply, greedily, sending my orgasm skyrocketing again before I came down from the first one. I’d never felt anything so intense. I was helpless before the pleasure, and I never wanted it to end. Luken was inside of me. He was pushing my body further than I thought was possible. He was claiming me, and I loved it.

We were like that for hours. We alternated between so tender it made me cry to wild, bordering on utterly animal. Through it all, Luken kept me on top of him. Sometimes, he was in control. Sometimes, I was. I learned more about my own body in those hours than all the training the assassin’s coven had put me through. It exhausted me, thrilled me, took me over the edge over and over again.

By the time I reluctantly told him I had to stop, my body ached with a delicious pleasure. Every inch of me was sore, and I revealed in the pain.

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