Page 23 of The Vampire Kingpin
“What do you say?” I prompted.
“Please. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please…fuck me,” she said, interspersed with gasps as I pushed forcefully into her. “I like it…hard.”
“You got it, baby.” I raised up and smacked her ass.
Her breath sobbed out.
I took a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so her throat was exposed. She tensed, panting. I knew she was nervous but at the same time, her pussy clenched on me.
I stilled, quivering like a damn racehorse, as, very slowly, she angled her neck, giving me better access. Blood hunger darkened my vision at her wordless submission.
I zeroed in on the turn of her shoulder. Her external jugular should be just…about…there. The primal part of me took over, shocking in its intensity. My mouth opened, my fangs fully extended. I reared back, preparing to strike at her neck like a fucking rattlesnake.
She whimpered, the sound penetrating my fevered brain enough to rein me in. I struck, but in slow motion.
She cried out, her back bowing and pressing her ass into my lap. My mouth filled with her rich, salty taste. I swallowed and thrust into her roughly, steeped in her flavor and scent.
She shuddered, her sex clamping around me. She was coming already. I pumped into her, keeping up that rough, hard rhythm until her contractions stilled and her head lolled forward.
My rational part nudged me. Take any more, and I might harm her, especially after that gash she’d gotten on her hand yesterday. I reluctantly withdrew my fangs and licked the small punctures until they closed up, then flipped her onto her back.
I came back between her bent legs and threaded my fingers through hers, pressing her hands on either side of her head and putting my tip at her entrance. She looked up at me, flushed and beautiful, her eyes clouded, her inky hair spread over the sheets.
As I pressed into her, I groaned. “Gods, you feel good.”
A smile curled her kiss-swollen lips. “Told you.”
And damn if I didn’t like that she could still tease me. My usual thralls would’ve been promising me anything by now, but not Lark. She was both submitting to me and pushing back. Making me so horny I wanted to spank her ass again for being so…perfect.
I wasn’t in complete control, and that scared me.
Normally, I could keep going for hours, feeding and fucking. But my body was demanding release. I thrust inside Lark, deep and hard, then stilled. Attempting to regain my self-discipline.
“More.” She arched her back, her stiff nipples brushing my chest. “Make me come again.”
I curved above her so I could give each of her rosy tits a hard suck. “This time, I’m coming, too.”
She gave a throaty moan and reached up to kiss me. “Yes,” she said against my lips.
My already frayed control tore with an almost audible rip.
I started pounding into her, riding her so hard, she moved up the bed, her head coming dangerously close to the metal headboard.
I released her hands. “Grab the rails.”
She quickly obeyed, holding herself steady to meet my demanding thrusts, hips lifted and knees wide open to take me.
With each stroke, I rotated my hips so that the base of my dick rubbed her clit. Somewhere far back in my mind, I wondered what in Hades had come over me.
She’s just a thrall.
But her pleasure had become as important as my own. I wanted, no needed, to give her an earth-shattering climax, to see her eyes go blind with ecstasy.
In the end, it was me who went blind.
