Page 44 of Running from Drac
His hands roam across my slick skin, gripping every inch of me like I belong to him. “All of it,” he growls. “All of this is mine.”
“All yours,” I breathe, barely able to speak. My body’s gone numb to everything around me. The relentless storm fades until I can only focus on Eddie and what he’s doing to me. The rain becomes non-existent, the night’s frigid kiss a distant memory. The only thing that matters is letting myself go, allowing Eddie to control me in whatever way he pleases.
He dives back in with a punishing rhythm. His tongue moves between long, deep licks and quick, merciless flicks against my clit. I moan, the sound comes out loud and broken, my body unraveling under his mouth.
I’ve dreamed of this kind of attention, but now that I’m on the receiving end, I don’t know how to process it. My body is overwhelmed. My mind spinning. The orgasm builds fast and hard, rising like a wave I can’t escape. I try to push him away, but he just tightens his grip and pulls me closer, anchoring me in place.
My hands find his hair and I yank, desperate for something to hold on to. His finger pushes deeper, curling just right, as his tongue keeps working in a perfect, brutal rhythm.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, my voice cracking as another orgasm crashes through me. “Oh fuck.”
The words echo through the forest. Anyone can hear us, but right now, it’s meaningless. An orgasm crashes into me, violent and consuming, ricocheting through my body like a wild, unpredictable current. It zigzags through me like a live wire, leaving destruction in its wake. “Stop,” I plead, needing the pause, unable to breathe.
But the bastard doesn’t stop. His mouth stays locked to me, tongue working with ruthless precision, determined to push me past every limit. I’m teetering on the edge of something dangerous. My body screams for mercy—mercy he’s incapable of giving.
With the last of my strength, I snap my thighs shut around his head, suffocating him in desperation. It’s the only defense I have left. The only way to stop him from dragging me completely under.
His laugh vibrates my thighs before he finally pulls away, his face glistening with the sheen of my arousal, a stupid, smug smile toying with those treacherous lips. That fucking grin…he knows exactly what he’s done to me. His wicked smile stays as he kicks off the rest of his clothing and grips my ankles. With one hard yank, he pulls me flush against him, his cock hot and hard, grinding against my soaked center.
I writhe beneath him, every nerve ending screaming for him. Forallof him.
“Did you cum?” he asks, voice husky with pride, eyes searching mine like he needs the answer to breathe.
“I think so,” I whisper, barely able to form words. “I saw spots… insane, what-the-fuck-is-happening kind of spots.”
That pride in his eyes shifts into something darker, more possessive. He knows, and he’s owning every ounce of my orgasm like he won a gold medal, staring at me like I’m something he’s beautifully ruined, making my breath catch all over again.
I love how the rain has ruined him, reducing him to something feral—something barely human. That wild brown hair hangs in wet, tangled strands, dripping down his face like blood seeping from a wound. There’s a violent need burning in his eyes. It’s not just desire, but something darker. Possession? Control? It’s a hunger bordering on madness. He looks like a storm given flesh… unpredictable, merciless, and beautiful in the most brutal way. The rain hasn't softened him; it's washed away his gentle façade, and possessed the predator underneath.
Our lips move together in a rhythm that’s almost savage. It’s hungry and devastating, and we lose ourselves in the kiss. “My turn,” I growl against his mouth, voice rough with intent, ready to show him exactly how relentless I can be when I want something to last.
“Not tonight,” he breathes, voice trembling. Though, it’s his eyes that betray him. They're dark with need, aching with shaky restraint. “Tonight is all about you.”
This new version of Eddie is making me crazy.
The restraint in him and the quiet command… it’s a damn blissful torture I didn’t know I needed. I’m seconds away from falling to my knees, desperate to wrap my mouth around him, to prove I’ll follow him anywhere and explore anything. “Please, Eddie,” I whisper, trembling as I reach for him, “please let me pleasure you too.” But just as my fingers graze his skin, he steps back, slipping from my grasp.
“No,” he says with a fierce bite, the word slicing through the moment like a blade. There’s something feral in his voice, a quiet dominance that makes my breath catch. I push up onto my elbows, needing to understand. His gaze intensifies, then softens when he sees how vulnerable I am beneath him. How badly I want him to own me.
I reach for him again, unable to stop myself, needing my own version of control. He knocks my hand away, not violently, but with a calculated firmness that speaks louder than words. A vivid reminder that this moment belongs to him and I need to dolefully submit. “I said no. Not tonight.”
My heart clenches as my bottom lip begins to quiver without warning. Rejection strikes harder when you’re this exposed. The tears come fast, stinging behind my eyes before I can will them away.
Why is he turning me down?
Doesn’t he want this?
Doesn’t he want me?
But then he moves closer, his hand pressing firmly against my chest, pinning me to the hood as his eyes darken to a surly, dominating molten chocolate.
“You're misunderstanding me, baby,” he murmurs, his voice lowering. “I’d love nothing more than to see you on your knees in this storm, choking on my cock like it’s your last breath. But not tonight. Tonight, I meant what I said. No morepretending. No more performance. My goal is to ruin you completely, driving you past that euphoric edge until your legs give out and I have to carry your trembling body back inside wedding-style. That’s how tonight will end. Both of us soaked, and when every drop of my seed has been emptied inside of you.”
He moves in without warning, hand forcefully gripping my hair, ripping it seductively back as his mouth suctions to my neck, sucking the flesh like he’s invoking his inner vampire. My legs spread next, his cock sliding in like that’s where it has always belonged.
Our eyes meet in blissful damnation, the passion blistering us to the point of scalding us permanently. I’d gladly take a body covered in scars if it keeps him going. Never has a man possessed my body so eloquently, staking his claim, owning every inch of my skin like he sculpted it from clay.
“I thought you didn’t want to fuck me?” I whisper as he angles my body just right, hitting a depth that doesn’t seem achievable. His eyes hold mine with such ferocity that I can see the desire flash behind them.
