Page 14 of First Bite
The untouchable, badass vampire was giving himself to me entirely. I was his, and he was mine.
I felt his hands slide down to where my body ached to feel him inside me. The need for this was becoming painful. I moaned in pleasure and pain, knowing he was making sure I was ready for his massive cock to enter me and ease my desire.
“Oh my God,” he said. “You are so fucking tight. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I need you inside me,” I said, leaning up and nipping at his bottom lip. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”
I felt him shift, his hand pulling away from my wet entrance. “If you could only feel how badly I need this,” he said as I felt his tip slide over my opening. I smiled when his eyes glazed over as he gently began sliding his dick inside me. Fire jolted through my insides, welcoming him into me.
I positioned my hips to allow my body to take as much of his length as it could. I needed all of him inside me. I felt a sting while he was stretching me more and more, and I pulled my hands out from his. I reached under his arms, muscles flexed, and I could tell he was holding himself back. He was tense even though he was bringing himself into me as gently as possible.
“Ahh,” I cried out when his tip reached a spot deep inside me that brought a different pleasure than him riding my G-spot earlier with his fingers. I braced my feet against the bed and lifted my ass off it to give him all of me. “Oh, you feel so fucking good,” I moaned against his shoulder.
Braden wasn’t even touching my most sensitive spots with his hands, and I could feel the intensity building in me more powerfully than before. How was this possible? Didn’t orgasms have a limit?
Braden didn’t say a word. His moans, eyes, and expression told me that I was giving him something he could’ve never imagined possible too.
His eyes rolled back, licking his lips, as he started gently thrusting back and forth. His tip played with that deep spot, and I felt myself getting hotter and wetter just for him. It was as if my body knew he was too big, yet it was still finding a way for my Braden to fuck me the way he needed to. I started swaying and rocking with him, begging him to stay buried inside me, massaging my insides with passion and love oozing from every part of our bodies as we connected more intimately than I ever thought possible.
“I can’t hold back,” I said, feeling my body wanting to explode all over him. “Baby,” I practically whined out while Braden smiled in bliss at me. His thrust became harder.
“I want to feel it, you’re on the edge. You’re so fucking wet. Oh fuck, Ellie,” he nipped my hard nipple then looked at me. “I want you to come hard all over my cock, baby.”
Braden’s voice sounded hungry for more, and I love every second of it. He grabbed my breast, bringing it into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue on my hard nipple. His other hand gripped my other breast before he moved his mouth to that one, giving it the same attention.
At this point, I couldn’t hold back if I tried. I arched into him and wailed in overwhelming pleasure while Braden’s face was over mine. I tried to keep my eyes locked onto his while waves of pleasure rolled over me, my body absently jerking and grinding into his, but I couldn’t stay focused. My eyes rolled back into my head as my eyelids closed, groaning and writhing with Braden as he pounded himself deeper into me than before.
It was at this moment that I felt my blood searing beneath my skin. I screamed out in pain, but the bliss of him somehow brought my orgasm out more and more with his thrusts overcoming the boiling beneath my skin.
“Holy fuck,” Braden groaned loudly. “Shit! NO!” He was still speaking with that edge, but something was wrong.
“What?” I breathlessly cried out, barely managing to speak.
“Your blood,” he moaned. “I can’t control myself.”
We slowed some, but we were somehow stuck together, locked together in erotic bliss, knowing something we weren’t planning on needed to happen. I was still coming off my orgasm, squeezing and throbbing against Braden’s thickness.
I saw his fangs slip out and his eyes grow dark.Dammit! He’ll never forgive himself if he takes my blood like this.I knew it. I cried out in pain again, the heat in my veins like lava surging through me.
“Your blood is calling me,” he said, staring with sad eyes into mine.
“My blood is boiling, Braden.” The pain was replacing the ecstasy I was in. “What’s wrong with me?”
Braden’s lips were at my neck that second, and I heard him sigh in relief before his fangs entered me. The boiling beneath my skin quickly faded to a simmer in my veins as Braden drank, his tongue sliding up my vein before his lips suctioned onto my neck. A shiver of pleasure erupted, and I felt him rocking hard into me again. Braden began pounding himself deep inside me, my legs opening more and gaining satisfaction from what should have made me scream in pain. He moaned, drank, and fucked me hard into his bed, and my insides pulsated with every sound, whimper, and movement Braden made.
She’s fucking made for this. Her blood is as delicious as her pussy. That’s it, baby, moan for me. Fuck yes. Goddamnit, I can’t drink enough. I can’t fucking stop!
Did I just hear his thoughts!?What the hell was happening? I felt remorse, pain, bliss, and thirst being quenched that was indescribable.
I had no idea how long he had been drinking from me as I listened to him battle pleasure with feeling out of control.
Strangely, I got myself under control and smoothed my hands through his hair. “It’s okay, baby, drink. I’m yours. My blood is for you,” I calmly said to my man. “That’s it.” I ran my hands over his back, letting him know it wasn’t hurting me; instead, the fire in my veins was all but gone now. This was definitely something that needed to be explained—on top of the fact I heard my vampire’s thoughts suddenly.
His fangs sank even more deeply, and I felt him begin to start thrusting into me again. It wasn’t hard or aggressive like before. I could literally feel him gaining pleasure and drowning in it. I wanted to see his expression so badly. Hearing his thoughts about how he was feeling wasn’t enough. I had to look into his eyes.
My hopes were answered when I felt his fangs slide out of my neck and his tongue lick over the vein he drank from before his face returned to mine. His dark circles were gone, and oh my God, I’d thought his face was flawless and his eyes jewel-like before, but now he was so beautiful it hurt. I saw how my blood changed his appearance, and it was surreal.
This didn’t happen to Logan when he drank from me, and neither did the sudden mind reading thing, which stopped as soon as Braden’s fangs left my neck.
