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“Umm, what are—oh!” she exclaims when I dive between her folds, her arousal drenching my mouth. “Oh my God!”
Holding her captive with my gaze, I lick and suck on her button, pushing my tongue inside her tight channel. I want to roar in pride when her eyes roll and she takes the covers in her fists. Melody’s sweetness floods my senses, and I take my time pleasuring my mate until her body stiffens and the mewls coming from her lips turn loud and protesting. Still, I continue eating her up, her juices tasting better than any blood ever has.
“Étienne!” She explodes screaming my name and I swallow everything her body gives like a male dying from thirst. Leisurely my tongue swirls around her button and across her folds until she is a twitching and quivering mess under my lips.
“I think I just died,” Melody gasps, her voice sounding raw from the screaming.
“Not yet, love.” Her half-lidded eyes widen when I lift from between her thighs and lick her juices off my lips. “We are nowhere near done here.”
She tracks my fingers, not even blinking as I pull the zipper of my pants down in a tantalizing move. The rasp of the metal fills the room and her skin pebbles. Dropping the offending fabric around my ankles, I kick off my shoes, too, leaving me, standing naked above her. Her eyes are glued to my bobbing erection like she’s never seen anything like it, and I pause wondering if my mate has ever been with a male before. I never stopped to think about it, but now looking at my length and girth, doubt creeps in and freezes my movements. I’ll have to take it slow and get her accustomed to me.
Then she licks her lips, her thighs shifting restlessly on the covers, and all my well meanings and control go out the window.
Covering her body with mine, electricity buzzes under my skin everywhere our bodies are connected. Taking hold of her hands, I lace our fingers together and push her arms above her head, crushing my mouth on hers. My mate gives as good as she gates, her tongue sparring with mine in a primal dance of all ages. I feel her powers coming to the surface, tentatively first but soon like a current merging with mine.
Melody opens her legs wider to nestle me between her thighs, and I groan when my cock slides up and down her wet folds every time she arches her back or tries to get closer. Swallowing her moans, I rock my hips into her, and she responds immediately, perfectly matching my movements. Unable to hold back any longer, I take both her wrists in one hand while running the other from her neck down to her hip where I press her into the mattress so she can’t move. Even in the feral state she has brought me to, I still don’t want to hurt her.
“Hold still, love.” The words are rasped through my fangs, and the urgency I see on her face claws at my insides.
Guiding the tip of my cock to her entrance, I nudge her gently, allowing the head to enter her channel without pressing too hard. Her tight walls clench around me and suck me in until I have to grind my teeth so I don’t bury myself all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. Rocking in and out, with each push forward I sink deeper, her hot opening stretching and giving way to accommodate me. It’s pure torture to hold back, but I have to do it for her. If I hurt her in any way, I’ll never forgive myself. And just then the vixen moves, her hips jerking hard off the bed to shove me all the way in, my balls slapping the round globes of her ass.
My groan is drowned by her loud moans.
“Étienne.” Melody gasps and wiggles her hips. “Étienne …”
“Easy love, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“If you don’t fuck me and start moving, I will hurt you,” my mate growls, glaring at me while I hold still above her as stiff as a board.
“Who am I to deny you, little Muse.” With a feral grin that hitches her breath, I release her wrists and take hold of her hips with both hands.
Pulling back as far as I can go to just have the tip of my cock inside her, I stand still for just a second before thrusting hard and rocking her body up the bed. Melody screams as her tiny fingers wrap around my forearms so I don’t push her too far away. My hips start pistoning between her thighs, the slapping of flesh against flesh filling up the vast room. Her channel milks my hard cock every time I pull back, sucking me back in while her juices run down her thighs and soak us both.
I lose myself inside my mate, our powers merging just as our bodies are connected as one. Melody’s head turns left and right, her chin lifted in bliss and her eyes closed. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than my mate in the throes of passion. It feeds my own pleasure until the bond we partly forged when I bit her blooms to life, calling me to complete it in the most primal of ways. I still hold back, unsure of how she will react if I bare my fangs at her while she’s vulnerable underneath me like this. My mate surprises me yet again, her instincts that woke up with her bloodline leading her actions.
Melody bares her neck.
The movement is so submissive, yet her body language is more dominant than any I’ve ever seen. Her hands tug on my forearms and urge me to lower myself, while her back lifts off the bed to bring her closer.
With a growl ripped from the center of my chest, I sink my fangs in her long, graceful neck just as my cock sinks inside her to the hilt. My balls are tingling when her blood floods my mouth, and I gulp it down greedily. The orgasm catches Melody first, and her walls tighten around me so hard I find it difficult to move. My name screamed from between her lips triggers my own peak, and jerking my head up, I roar her name to the heavens while pulsing violently inside her, my seed flooding her insides. Our bodies keep rocking in sync as power swirls around us, some distant luring music filling my ears and entering my pores through every gasped breath I take. Melody’s voice echoes along with mine until both of us are raw.
Rolling to the side, I pull her along with me until her body is draped over mine, though my cock is still hard inside her. She doesn’t protest, but tiny gasps of air pass her lips and puff across my chest when she pillows her face on it. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her as tight as I can without crushing her, silently vowing that I will kill anyone that dares even think to take her from me.
“Holy shit. What was that?” Melody rasps, raising her head to peer at me through her lashes. “I swear my soul just left my body.” She bursts into giggles and I can’t help but smile at her.
“It was the bond forming as it was completed that made it so intense.” Moving the strands of hair sticking to the sides of her sweaty face, I watch her carefully. “Did I hurt you?”
“If that’s your idea of hurting, you can hurt me like that anytime you want.” More giggles follow, and she ducks her head to hide the reddening of her cheeks. “I swear I’m possessed. I don’t usually say everything that’s on my mind.”
“I want to know everything that’s on your mind, love.” Bringing her face up again with a finger under her chin, I smile at her embarrassment. “I love seeing you like this.” My thumb glides across her warm cheek. “It suits you, little Muse.”
“What suits me?” She blinks at me in confusion.
“Being well pleasured, with your hair wild from my fingers and your lips swollen from my kisses.”
“It must be that whole European thing helping, since you know all the right things to say to make a girl swoon, Étienne.” She slaps me playfully on the chest and I laugh. “Let me go, I need to dress.”
“I don’t think so, love.” She opens her glistening lips to protest, but I’m already moving in and out of her, making her moan instead of speak. I’m not done with you yet. Nowhere near done.”
