Page 68 of Cloak of the Vampire
I was so heady with euphoria that it took everything in me to grate out, “I don’t care.”
He stopped his motions, and I cried out in frustrated need. “Look at me,” he said in a low voice, and I turned my dazed gaze to his. He was turned on, beyond turned on even, but he was serious. “You’ll still be up for the Auction, and I’ll still be your Lord.”
Enough of this,I thought and almost growled. Shooting my hand down, I found his jean-clad erection and grabbed it, giving it a squeeze that made Ragnor’s face go slack with pleasure. “I. Don’t. Care,” I snarled in his face. “So get on with it, or I swear to God, Ragnor, I’ll dismember you.”
A slow, wicked, sexy smile stretched his lips as he grabbed both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head. “I like it when you think you’re in charge,” he murmured against my lips while I heard his free hand unbuttoning his pants. “It’s turning me on.”
Before I could reply to his condescending remark, his lips crashed against mine, taking them with a fury that made me blind with need. When I finally felt his cock by my entrance, I gasped. “Condom?” I moaned into his mouth as his free hand grabbed my thigh, pushing it wide to accommodate what I could feel was one hell of a large, thick, hard cock.
“No need,” he murmured against my mouth and shoved the entirety of his significant length in one smooth slide right inside me.
I screamed into his mouth at the sudden pain. It’d been three years since the last time anything but a dildo was inside me, and Ragnor was huge. So fucking huge that it made my tight pussy clench around him, making his cock jerk inside me, hitting my G-spot so effortlessly that the pain melted, giving way to mind-boggling pleasure.
Ragnor raised his head and stared at me, eyes as unfocused as mine. “All right?” he growled.
I spasmed around him in response.
He pulled back slightly before driving his cock back inside until it reached its hilt, and my back arched as I cried out, feeling both pleasure and pain at how his cock filled and stretched me thin to my absolute limit.
Then Ragnor started moving, and I was lost, utterly lost in the wondrous sensation of having the man I’d been wanting for weeks, the man who’d driven me to the brink of insanity, now burying himself so deeply inside me that it was almost as if he was trying to rip me apart, shattering everything I thought I knew about sexual pleasure.
I moaned and screamed. He released my wrists at some point, and I held on to his shoulders for dear fucking life. He held my ass in a bruising hold that made me so horny, it wasn’t even funny, as he pounded his cock in and out of my pussy, making me grow impossibly wetter, causing my orgasm to climb high, higher than it’d ever climbed before.
Then he slid almost entirely out before ramming back inside right to the brink, and I exploded like a nuclear fucking bomb. So lost in pleasure, I didn’t know if I screamed or moaned or begged or anything, because all I could feel was the release taking me under and breaking me to pieces. I stayed in place as my entire body shuddered, the orgasm tearing me apart from the inside out, shaking me to the fucking core.
I felt the liquid heat filling my pussy up, and I knew Ragnor had come too. His teeth sank into the skin of my shoulder as he pumped a few more times, emptying his hot seed inside me.
Even after I came to, I couldn’t move. How could I, when I’d just experienced the best fucking orgasm-fest of my life?
Ragnor’s lips trailed up my shoulder to my jaw, then, finding my lips, pressed against them almost as if he wanted another taste.
Then in a deep, low growl, he said, “Again.”
I blinked, sure I heard him wrong. “W-what?”
He raised his face and looked at me with eyes as calm as the ocean yet as hot as the middle of August. “Did you really think once was enough?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe I was that stupid to insinuate such a thing.
I stared at him, half in horror, half in anticipation. “But you just ...” My words disappeared as I could feel that he was still long and thick and hard inside me. My eyes widened. “How?”
He gave my hips a squeeze and grinned. It was such a masculine, smug grin that it made my belly flip-flop, it was so sexy. “I want this too” was his response before he pulled almost entirely out of me and pushed back inside with such force, I screamed.
And then he drove us both to the land of pure, unadulterated bliss once more.
Ragnor and I fucked five times.
Five. Times.
And it was transcendentally glorious each and every time.
Our bodies were far more than simply compatible. Our chemistry was just too combustible.
I’d reached heaven and back so many times, I didn’t know what was heaven and what was earth anymore. My pussy was spent, used up more than it’d ever been, and bruises covered my breasts, hips, and ass.
Sex with Ragnor was rough, wild, and utterly dirty. I doubted the bedsheets would be able to survive the washing machine after our rough treatment.
We were now lying on the floor—I had no idea how we got there—curled into one another. His hand rubbed my arm up and down, and I made circles over his abdomen. Neither of us could move for the foreseeable future.
“So,” Ragnor said simply, as if he hadn’t fucked me five ways to Sunday.
