Page 48 of A Love So Deadly
“Oh yessss…” he hisses. I imagine his eyes rolling and his head titling back, and it’s so hot, I’m shaking. “Monty, your throat is fucking perfection.”
I try to take in air through my nose, but I can barely breathe. His balls hit my head over and over, his pace speeding up, but I’m loving every minute of it. When the pad of his finger presses against my clit, I nearly jump out of my skin. I’m so sensitive, every nerve-ending alive, that just him strumming me a few times has me coming undone.
With my mouth stretched to the limit, my scream is strangled. It only comes out as a tiny, gurgled sound. I’m drooling everywhere, but I don’t care.
“Don’t move, Monty.” Muscles tensing, he groans. “As much as I want this to never end, I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours again. I want to feel you milking my cock as I come.”
More dirty words. Absolutely filthy, and they drive me crazy.
Pulling out, he moves me again, spinning me on the bed so that my thighs are now hanging off. His cock plunges into me, and I suck in a breath as my body struggles to adjust to his size. There’s pain but it quickly gives way to pleasure with every slam of his hips.
His fangs are fully down, his eyes black pools as they stare down at me. He really is an otherworldly creature. A vampire. A monster. He can kill me at any second.
I should be terrified. But I’m not. Somehow, the fear only heightens the sensations.
Man, I’m fucked up.
Lucian starts to hammer into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He’s thrusting hard and deep and rough. Over and over. It’s magic. Bliss. And my body starts to twitchand hum. It’s not long before the building pressure explodes, making me spasm with another orgasm.
He comes too, his cock swelling and jerking inside me. Then, rearing back, his body crashes once more against mine, and he brings his wrist to his mouth and bites down. Hard.
Blood sprays, splattering my stomach and the bedsheets. His eyes close as he sucks and sucks, and I’m paralyzed as I watch him.
When the euphoric tremors end, he pulls his wrist away and crimson stains his lips. His eyes, although still fully black, seem to shine, and he licks the blood off his lips as his cock slips out from between my legs.
Lucian’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling. He falls forward, hands on either side of my head again, and I glance at his wrist. Even though he had just ripped into his own vein, the skin there appears to be practically pristine, besides two faint pink marks.
How…
But the question flips on its head as Lucian kisses me. A long, slow, deep kiss, that’s warm and tastes metallic. Kissing him is orgasmic, even knowing he just drank his own blood.
It should freak me out.
It doesn’t.
When he’s done kissing me, he rolls me over so that I’m on my stomach and walks away. I hear things move, but since I’m still in ropes, I can’t see what he’s up to.
Incredibly, my pussy throbs from his abandonment and the inability to move much. The fact he’s nearby and ignoring me.
A few moments later, he returns. Lucian strokes his fingers slow over me, undoing the ropes, unwinding them slowly.
“Usually, I’d fuck you tied up on the pulley system. Or whip you,” he says as he works. “But…my plans changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not a bad thing,” he confesses. When I’m fully untied, he helps rolls me again, over to my back, and I rub my aching, red wrists. “I just couldn’t hold off like I usually can.”
I made him lose control, he means. I don’t know why, but that makes my stomach somersault.
“Is that why you bit yourself?” I ask.
He doesn’t smile. “I admit I almost lost myself for a moment.” He’s back to perfectly dressed, his eyes back to their dark-ocean blue. Only the blood stains on the bed show the remnants of his true nature. He sees my gaze go to them. “I came too close to biting you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to. Though, it has its merits, the bite…”
