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“Holy shit,” I pant as his tongue lashes out over my clit.He flips his tongue up and down and then moves it in circles, stroking and rubbing me until I’m getting right on the brink of coming.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, bringing a hand up.I rake my fingers through his hair and keep a grip on him, prepared not to let him stop eating me out until I’ve come.
He replies with a guttural growl and lets his fangs scrape over the skin on my inner thigh as he turns his head.It stings a bit, but the pain only enhances the pleasure.His tongue runs over the welts left behind by his fangs and then he’s back to working magic on me, kissing and sucking and moving with skill and speed only a vampire can possess.
Able to sense that I’m about ready to come, he slides a hand underneath, lifting me up and bringing me closer to his mouth.My pussy contracts as pleasure floods through me, and I ball my fingers into a fist, pulling on his hair.Moving his head side to side, his tongue hits in the exact right spot.My body is on overdrive, movements jerky as my system sucks in a breath, holding it until I climax.I moan as the orgasm ripples through me, forgetting we’re outside where anyone could see or hear us.
Not stopping there, Xavier scoops me up and brings me into his lap so I’m straddling him.Every inch of him is pressing against the tight confines of his pants, and I desperately claw at the buttons of his dress shirt, needing to strip him bare and have him—all of him.
Feeling the same urgency, he stands up, keeping me in his arms.I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.He starts walking forward.I don’t know nor care where he’s going.All I care about is feeling him push that big dick inside of me.
Peeling my face off his for just a second, I see we’re in front of a mausoleum.Xavier holds me close to his chest and kicks the door in.It swings open, coming to a creaking stop.He brings me inside, and I blink a few times, eyes adjusting to the dark.Moonlight streams through an arched window, casting the shadow of a large cross on the middle of the floor.Xavier tears a large religious tapestry from the wall and folds it in half, laying it on the floor.
He lays me down and moves over top, going between my legs.I finish unbuttoning his shirt and yank it off him, then go right for his pants.In a mad scramble, I get his belt undone.He sits me up and takes my dress off and then hastily takes off his pants, pausing to look over my naked body.There’s just enough light in here to illuminate the look on his face, and it almost does me in.
Fangs showing, he is a beautiful and intimidating man.He might say he’s a monster instead of a man, and maybe he’s right.Maybe vampires are monsters.Dark magic flows through their veins, moving their blood instead of a heart.But if he’s a monster, then so am I, because the same darkness is in my blood.
I widen my legs, welcoming him between, positioning him to push inside me.He brings himself down on his elbows, mouth going to my neck.My lips part and I gasp, nails pressing into the flesh on his back.His fangs go to my neck, and all it will take is one movement to have him inside me—both his cock and his fangs.
And I know once we cross that line, there’s no going back.
CHAPTER41
Iarch my back, driven by lust.He pushes inside me and bites down, fangs penetrating my skin.
I cry out, overcome by how good it feels to have his cock inside me and by the weird sensation of bleeding into his mouth.He thrusts in and slowly pulls out until only the tip of his cock is left inside me.He waits a second and then pushes all the way in again, hitting a spot inside me that feels so fucking good.
He takes his mouth off my neck and lifts his head, looking into my eyes.I slit my eyes open and see the moonlight hitting his face, and my blood shines as a bead of it rolls down his chin.A soft moan escapes my lips, and Xavier puts his mouth back to my neck, sucking more blood.His tongue circles the little wounds, and it feels amazing in the weirdest way.
His cock fills every inch of me, and I’m still so wound up, still so sensitive from before, I know it won’t take me long to come.I’ve never had sex with anyone who makes me feel so safe, who so overtly worships me and would do anything to keep me safe.
Who kills for me.
The emotion only adds to it, and I’m gripping Xavier’s body tightly, legs fastened around him as he continues fucking me, rocking me back and forth, his cock hitting at just the right angle.
“I’m so close,” I pant and he takes his mouth off me and puts his fingers over the bite wounds.He sits up, moving so fast I hardly know what’s happening.He switches positions so he’s knelt down, legs folded under him as if he’s about to stand up.
I sink down deeper onto his cock, gripping his shoulders as I ride him.His hand goes from my neck to my sides, crushing my breasts against his firm chest.A coil tightens inside me and I hold my breath, feeling it get tighter and tighter until I come, loudly crying out in pleasure from the release.
Xavier stands, keeping me against him, and pushes me up against the wall.There’s a statue of a saint next to me, but I don’t fucking care.Xavier widens his stance, holding onto my thighs as he fucks me hard and fast.My head falls back, hair tangling with the golden embossed letters of the names of the deceased who have been laid to rest right behind us.
My ears begin to ring as another orgasm hits me, and if I wasn’t being held up by Xavier’s strong arms right now, my knees would give out and I’d collapse into a puddle of pure exhilaration on the floor.Fangs still drawn, he puts his mouth to the other side of my neck and bites me again.This time, it hurts more than before, probably because my entire body is awake, with every single nerve tingling and feeling more pleasure than I ever have in my entire life.
He drinks my blood as he fucks me against the wall, and the pain draws out the orgasm, making it more intense.My legs start to shake and he slows down, knowing I’m close to passing out from everything.Pulling his head back, he gently licks at my wounds and then takes my own hand from his shoulder and puts my fingers on the bites, applying pressure so they’ll clot faster.
He holds me close and steps back, going back to the tapestry on the floor.Moving slowly, he lowers us both down but this time I’m on top.His eyes widen and he lets his eyes wander down my body as he reaches up, cupping my breasts with his hands.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Wren,” he growls and I take my hand off my neck.There’s blood on my fingers, and it smears across his chest when I put my hands on him.Pitching forward, I start rocking my hips back and forth.He’s inside me at a different angle and my mouth falls open as I feel my body prepare to come once more.
Xavier’s large hand goes to the back of my head and he brings my face to his, kissing me and smearing my own blood on my lips.He holds me close, kissing me with so much fucking passion.My pussy tightens around his cock, and he comes right as I do.His dick pulses inside me, and that sensation pushes me over the edge.
We come at the same time, and Xavier pulls me down so I’m resting on his chest.I’m panting, heart racing, and I couldn’t form a coherent thought much less tell anyone my name if they asked.We resituate so my head is on his chest, and Xavier grabs his shirt from next to us, using it to cover me up.Then he trails his fingers up and down my back and I moan softly, never wanting this to end.
“I think I’m falling asleep,” I mumble as he continues to run his fingers up and down my back.
“You should rest,” he tells me and kisses the side of my head.“You lost a decent amount of blood.”
“Does my blood taste different because I’m a witch?”
