Page 145 of Even Vampires Bleed
The fit is tight and I can feel myself contract around him every time I move. I can also hear Léandre hiss every time it happens, and it’s a testimony to his self control that he has let me lead until now.
But I’m good.
I’m more than good.
I’m so wet I’m dripping on him.
So, I rise to my knees again until just his tip is inside of me and drop completely.
We both moan at the same time, and it’s like something snapped inside of Léandre because the way he holds my hips is punitive and before I know it he starts to piston from under me.
It feels so freaking good.
His lips find my nipples and he sucks each of them between his lips, one after the other.
The pace of his lips grows urgent, like the way his hips keep spearing me, his cock stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Touch yourself,” Léandre tells me. It almost feels like he’s begging me.
I move my finger to my clit and start rubbing in small circles as his thrusts become erratic.
My breath starts to feel choppy as my orgasm starts making my whole body tingle.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him with a pant when he hits me just right again and again.
“Bite me,” is his only answer before he accelerates the rhythm some more.
He angles his head to the side to give me better access, and still with one hand on my clit and the other reaching for his throat, I bite right where my fangs left an already healed mark.
And then all I see are stars.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I’m a writhing mess.
The more I pull of his blood, the higher the pleasure becomes, until I don’t think I can feel anything anymore.
I’m just a ball of nerves that resonate in my whole body.
It takes me a while before I come back to my body and when I do, I feel Léandre give a final thrust. Then he’s joining me on this side of the pleasure.
Waves and waves of pleasure keep coursing through my body and milk Léandre until he’s a mess like me.
I drop my forehead to his, and our breaths mingle.
“This was…”
I can barely make a sentence.
“Wow.”
That’s all I can say, and it makes Léandre chuckle, which in turns makes his cock move some more inside of me, and I groan when it triggers another wave of pleasure.
“It was everything,” Léandre answers, and I can’t agree more.
I kiss him, and he wraps his arm around me.
It’s slow and comfortable.
Like we have all the time in the world.
