Page 33 of The Vampire Kingpin
That was real. I felt her growing wetter, smelled the spike of arousal my demanding questions created in her. The primal thing quieted.
“Yeah? Think about this, then.” I swirled my tongue around her clit. Sucked strongly.
Her hips bucked. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said, the words slurred.
A few more licks and sucks and she was writhing beneath me, her thighs shaking.
I backed off. “Say please.”
I wanted her begging and incoherent. No, scratch that.
I didn’t want her begging and incoherent. I needed it. Needed her to forget everything but me and how I made her feel.
“Please,” she said. “I want it. I…” I brought her to the edge again, drinking in her helpless cries: “More… Please… I need it. I need you.”
“That’s right, you do. I’m the only one you need. Remember your promise? I’m the only man who touches you. The only man that fucking looks at you.”
“I know, I know. I promised…only you.”
“Damn right, you did.”
But I still wasn’t satisfied. I brought her to the edge one more time and held her there.
When her voice was raw from pleading, I rolled on the condom and, lifting her legs, pulled her to the end of the mattress and drove into her, my focus on where we were joined.
“Watch us,” I told her. “Watch me taking you.”
She lifted her head and complied. “Sweet Luna,” she said, her tits bouncing with each thrust. “That’s…hot.”
When I glanced up, she eyed me, heavy-lidded, her face a mask of lust. I angled my hips and slowed my strokes, making contact with her clit with each plunge inside her.
“That’s right, baby. Look at the man whose gonna make you come.”
“Yes.” She swiveled her pelvis, making me groan in response. “Yesyesyes… Please, Spider.”
“Now.” I slid my thumb between our bodies, massaging her swollen little bud until she broke, hips jerking, my name on her lips.
She was still spasming around me when I gripped her knees and pushed them even wider so I could get that extra fraction of an inch inside her. “Take me, pretty Lark. Take all of me.”
Burying my face in her throat, I scraped my teeth over her skin without breaking it, my fangs literally aching to sink into her. But the protective part of me, which she’d somehow triggered, put the brakes on. I’d already fed from her the other night, and she’d been hurt, and healing takes energy. She needed another night or so to recover.
“More.” Lark’s hands came to my hips, her nails digging into my ass. “Harder.”
Lifting my head, I gave the lady what she was begging for, pounding into her until my release tore through me like an out-of-control train. Beneath me, she was coming again, too, sobbing out, “Spider, Spider, Spider,” like I was some kinda sex god.
Which was how she made me feel, and damn, it was addictive.
She was addictive.
A helpless sound rasped from the depths of my being. I stilled, emptying myself into her, my dick jerking, greedily taking more pleasure until I felt squeezed dry and more satisfied than I could ever recall being.
I hung over Lark’s body, struggling for breath.
She stroked my lower back. “Mm. I like your style, Spider-Man.”
I grunted, incapable of forming even a single word, and nuzzling her beneath her ear, settled my full weight on her.
Not wanting to move.
