Page 14 of Newly Undead in Dark River

I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back slightly so I could bite his lower lip. He groaned loudly, and pulled back, making my fangs cut his lip. When the taste of his blood hit my tongue, something came over me, something I couldn't control, and didn't really want to control.

We were on the couch in a blink of an eye, and I rolled on top of him. I tore at his clothes like an animal, needing to feel his skin beneath my fingers. Judge was just as wild, tearing my bra off so his mouth could find the aching peaks of my breasts. I pressed my body close, so he could draw me deeper, and I felt the slight prick of his fangs piercing my breast. When he started to draw my blood, my tight nipple still in his mouth, I lost all coherency. I writhed against his erection, still annoyingly covered by his jeans. I rubbed my aching flesh against him, the delicious friction building and building until I cried out, my breaths coming in pants.

I'd had orgasms before, I was no wilting virgin, but that was something else entirely. It was a wonder I didn't burst a blood vessel in my eye, it was that intense. All I could mutter was a gasping, “Wow.”

Judge pulled away, a self-assured grin on his face. “Oh darlin', you ain't seen nothing yet.”

He flipped me on my back so quickly the breath was knocked from my lungs. Or perhaps it was because he had shucked his clothes in record speed and was standing in front of me in all his naked glory. Because that man was definitely glorious. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body, but he wasn't muscle-bound. He was sleek edges, and his long corded thighs made me want to weep at the beauty of them. I eyed him greedily, and he stood there and let my eyes wander. And the guy was impressively endowed. He wasn't going to give Seabiscuit a run for his money, but I still wet my lips at the sight.

He prowled forward and knelt beside me on the couch. He reached for my panties and peeled them off gently like he was unwrapping a delicate present. His gaze traveled down my naked body, and his eyes seared my skin where they landed. I wasn't even self-conscious, because there was so much desire in his expression that I felt like the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Mmm, beautiful.” His voice was now only a low rumble, filled with lust. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto the floor with him.

Pulling me onto his lap, my wetness coated his hard cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned.

“Has anyone taught you to feed from a person, darlin'?”

I shook my head as I kissed my way across his jaw and bit his chin gently. His moans were a deep rumble, almost a purr. “I'll teach you. Find that spot, you’ll know it naturally.” He tilted his head to the side, giving me better access to the delicate flesh of his throat. My heart started to thump in time with the beating of his pulse. “Suck it into your mouth, and then bite down gently. Your itty bitty fangs will do all the hard work. Once you’ve pierced the skin, wrap your lips around it and suck. I'll tell you when to stop. I got you.”

I did as he said, sucking his pulse point into my mouth. I felt it beat against my tongue, and my fangs slid into his skin of their own accord. Sucking hard, I dragged the first mouthful of blood and moaned. It was indescribable.

As I continued to draw, Judge lifted my hips and slid his shaft into my aching body. It felt so good I almost let go of the suction on his neck. His own moan vibrated against my mouth, and he started to move, his body pumping into me in time with my pulls against his vein.

One of his hands captured my wrist, and I felt his fangs puncture the skin there. His own long draws as he sucked my wrist matched my own, and soon we were a perfect dance of pushing and pulling, sucking and fucking. I was no longer Mika. I was no longer anyone but this hedonistic creature who desired it all and took what she needed.

I felt my orgasm creep up, building, filling me up. Judge released my wrist and stuck his finger in my mouth, releasing the suction from his neck. I mewled at the loss, but his hand threaded in my hair, keeping me from launching back against his neck, back to the delicious nectar of his blood.

“Lick the wound.” His voice was guttural, barely coherent, but I did what he said. The bleeding stopped instantly. He pulled my face to his mouth and his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth in time with his cock. He tasted of blood and sex.

He fucked me faster and harder, our bodies a tangle of fevered kiss and roaming hands. My orgasm crashed over me like a baseball bat, colors flashing behind my eyes as my body stiffened with wave after wave of pleasure. Judge's yell quickly followed, burying himself deep in my body as his muscles spasmed.

I collapsed against him, my body wrung dry. He leaned back against the couch, snaking his arms around my waist to hold me loosely against him.

“Holy fucking shit,” I panted out. My lungs heaved for breath as if I had just run a marathon. I went to roll off him, but he held me firm against him. I laid my head against his shoulder, and he nuzzled my hair.

“Is sex always going to be like that?”

One of his hands dropped to my ass, and he gave it a love tap. “It will be with me, Rainy Day. Every. Damn. Time.”

I could hear the smugness in his voice, and it made me smile. “I'm happy to test that theory.”

He stood up, and I twined my legs around his waist and felt him growing hard inside me again. He moved us to the bed. I nuzzled his neck again, dying to taste him on my tongue.

“Nuh, uh, Sugar. No more of that or neither of us will be able to get outta bed tomorrow. I'm gonna make love to your delicious body all night, human-style.” With that, he dropped us both on the bed, and we made love “human style” until we both passed out from exhaustion.

I wasn't surprisedto wake up the next evening and find Judge gone from his side of the bed. I could smell his scent on the sheets, but the bed was cold. Judge was a drifter, and if that didn’t scream commitment issues, then nothing did. He was never going to get up and cook me breakfast. A slow grin spread across my face. I didn't even care. I was blissfully sore from head to toe, and I felt fulfilled in a way I never had before.

I'd had a few boyfriends in college. Everyone from football scholarship jocks to the art majors. Some were even great in bed. But I had never, in my life, imagined that sex could be like that. If normal people compared the big O to fireworks, then what I'd experienced last night was an atom bomb. Every cell in my body rushed with pleasure.

I looked at the clock and groaned. I had to get up and go to work. I stood stiffly and shuffled to the shower.

Chapter Six

When I finally walked gingerly down the back stairs into the kitchen of the bakery, I was greeted by the smiling face of Angeline.

“Well, someone looks like they had a good night.” I just grinned smugly back. I'd had an amazing night. But a lady never kissed and told.

Angeline handed me a croissant, crisp and flaky golden pastry falling across my boobs as I nibbled it delicately.

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