Page 41 of Smoke and Lure

It gave them both great leverage and provided a solid structure because Vampires didn’t know the words nice and easy when it came to how they had sex.They were known to plow through flooring, windows, tables, and any person unlucky enough to be standing in the way of two Vampires fucking each other.His kind liked cathedrals and other historic buildings to set their residence and meeting spaces because their sturdy foundations were built to last.New architecture was too flimsy.

“Tell me you want me, love,” Amaros ordered as he palmed and squeezed her ass hard, he wanted to mark her, leave his prints there.

I want you...she punctuated with a rolling of her hips.

There was no doubt she knew what he was talking about.Now, he just had to keep himself from taking more than was required.Sex was like blood; sometimes, there were limits.This was one of them.

He slid his hand up her back to grip the material of the robe and yank it over her shoulder.Their bodies were fused too tight to allow much room for him to undress her, but he wanted a taste of her even as she devoured him.Turning his head just a fraction, he could lick along the curve of her shoulder.Even without her blood, her satiny skin was divine.

So good.

Oh, you haven’t tasted good yet.He lowered his hand from the collar of the robe and worked it between their bodies until he could undo the fastening of his pants.It took some effort with Michaela grinding so hard against his length, but finally, his cock was freed.

With a firm grip on her ass with both his hands, he angled his hips to place the shaft of his dick between her wet swollen folds.

Her heat seared him.

Once, twice, he dragged his cock through her pussy and coated his length until they were both slick.

Her moan vibrated over his skin when the head of his dick bumped her stiff clit.

So, he did it three more times.

Michaela's short nails dug in deep as her teeth became a vise grip on his neck.

“You drink, little angel, I’ll take us to heaven.”While Michaela sucked out more blood, he started to thrust.With his hands, he instructed her how to work her hips to bring them both maximum pleasure while he pistoned forward and drove every inch of his hard cock, head to base, between her swollen, dripping wet labia.

He hammered his hips, pushing them both fast and hard to the brink.The force of their bodies pounded against the wall, and the wooden support beams groaned but stood steady.

Her body began to quiver as she begged him,Don’t stop...please, don’t...don’t...

She didn’t finish her sentence before she came, mentally screaming her release.

But he didn’t stop.

He was doing everything short of fucking her.His need for Michaela was goading him to shift just a fraction lower and drive his dick into her, what she’d easily give in her heightened state.However, a thin thread of control still bound him to sanity, and he wouldn’t claim her this way.

Amaros kept up the fierce pace until he brought her to the fourth orgasm, and Michaela’s sucking became sporadic, irregular, and she only drank more out of greed.But he was determined to take her over the edge one more time and join her there, needing a release.

Using the wall as their full support, he brought both his hands to her up, gripping the back of her neck with one and fisting her hair with the other.He took control and dragged her away from his neck, then claimed her mouth.

He didn’t care that his flesh was still agape or if he bled out all over the floor as long as his mate was in his arms and he could taste her.The elixir of his warm blood on her swollen lips made heat curl down his spine into the base of his cock.Driving into her mouth, he kissed hard and buried his tongue deep, sinking in and pulling out.He created the perfect rhythm that matched the thrust of his cock over her needy clit, showing her just how he wanted to fuck her pussy.

She yielded her mouth, even as she bucked her hips, begging him to fill her desires and unleash his passion.

Answering, he pounded hard and fast, in a blinding speed undetectable by human eyes, until they were both cresting over the cliff into pleasure’s oasis.

Amaros groaned.Michaela screamed.Both sounds were trapped in the depths of their mouths.

They continued kissing until their breath came steadier, and he drew back.

“Seal the gash,” he demanded as he fixed his gaze on her perfect, light-brown ones, still hazy with lust and only a thin ring of crimson remaining.“You have the ability in your saliva to heal when you feed.Lick me, little angel.”

Following his directive, she bowed her head and licked up and around his wound with the flat of her tongue.The flesh drew tight; it stitched closed under her attention and his healing ability.

Once that was done, he tightened his grip on her hair.

“Come, mate, let me show you more pleasures of your new world.”He didn’t care that their combined essence coated them and made a mess of their clothing; he hitched his slacks up his hips, just high enough to stay up until he got them to the bed and divested both of their clothing.

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