Page 122 of Amethyst and Iron
“Shit, Sylas,” he choked.
He snatched the headboard above me, clamping his hands down, and I heard the wood crack under the force of his strength, just as he started lowering himself onto me.
I held the base of my cock steady, grunting as I breached him.
He barely slowed down, going deeper and deeper, swallowing me whole in mere moments, before he was taking me right to the root, and settling on me buried deep in his beautiful ass. The pressure was out of this world, and the way he kept clenching…fuck me…it sent shocks of bliss through me that had my mind awhirl in seconds.
“Ah, fuck, too long,” I uttered. “Too fucking long.”
A low, rumbling chuckle came from him. “I know, right? Jeez. Never again.”
I rolled my hips, nice and easy, and I heard more cracking of the headboard.
“Yeah…. more.More.”
I smiled. He wanted me to set the rhythm.
I grasped his ass and thrust up into him, earning a delicious hiss from him that sounded all the more feral with his fangs dropped.
As I moved him up and down my cock, he fell into it really well, riding me.
Rougher.
Harder.
Becoming more frantic.
“Ungh… yeah,” he breathed.
I shifted my weight, angling my cock, hitting his sweet spot, and he cried out in rapture.
When I grasped his shaft, he nearly shot off my lap.
But I didn’t stop.
Watching his reactions, hearing his cries of pleasure, feeling his beautiful ass squeezing the fuck out of my dick… it was all-encompassing.
I fisted him wildly.
“Sylas… you keep doing that and I… I need a second… or I’m gonna—”
His words ended with a wolf howl and a vampiric snarl at the same time as he shot all over my fingers, lurching but never ceasing his bouncing on my cock, riding it all the way through, and then continuing on through to the other side.
“Mmm,” I groaned, gathering up his cum all over my abs and licking it off my hand.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and then he leaned into me, slicking his tongue over the right side of my neck, back and forth, marking me.
“Do it,” I told him. “Taste me.”
I jolted, sharp pain shooting through me as he sank them deep.
“Fuck… ungh,” I cried, fucking up into him like a madman as he began the draw, his tongue swiping over my neck in the process somehow, licking and sucking, tasting my blood, all fucking feral.
He employed his vampire speed, albeit not as much as usual, because of me being bound.
And it sent me over the edge, then I was spurting deep inside him, over and over and over, until I didn’t think it would end, ecstasy tearing through me.
It had to be the bite, him feeding… it was prolonging my orgasm in a way I wasn’t used to, in a way I couldn’t currently deal with.
