Page 57 of Bite
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends a bolt of heat straight to my core.
Suddenly, it’s all I want– to please him, to earn those words, to be the only one in the world who can arouse him like this.
I stretch my lips around the head, taking him into my mouth. He’s so thick it’s a struggle, my jaw straining as my tongue flattens against the underside. Panic flickers through me at the thought of how it’ll feel to have him inside me– if he’ll even fit– but the thought only fans the heat curling low in my belly, sparking to flame.
He groans, deep and rough, and the sound emboldens me. I take him deeper, wrapping my lips tight around his thick shaft and hollowing out my cheeks to draw him in. Salty-slick taste, velvety smooth texture, the heavy weight of him against my tongue– it’s overwhelming, completely intoxicating.
He makes a low, guttural growl that vibrates all the way up my spine. His hand comes down to tangle in my hair, fingers fisting firmly to guide me up and down. He doesn’t force it like he did with Sylvie, but he doesn’t let me set the pace, either. His grip is controlling, authoritative, every small push a command. Each time he urges me deeper, my eyes water, but it makes me dizzy with want.
I love it.
I love the way he takes the reins, the way he lets me surrender and just feel.
I start to bob my head, picking up speed, letting instinct and hunger take over. The rhythm settles into something primal, a give-and-take as easy as breathing. He begins to thrust– small, controlled movements, hips flexing. I feel the tension coiling in his thighs, abs clenching as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
Then he abruptly pulls me off, leaving me gasping for air, a wet string of saliva still connecting my lips to the swollen head of his cock. He looks down at me, pupils blown wide, jaw tight.
I meet his feral gaze, wiping my mouth on the back of a hand while eagerly awaiting his next directive.
He just smirks and eases me to lie back on the bed beneath him. My dress is a crumpled wreck around my waist, but he doesn’t even bother to take it off– just shoves it higher, exposing my bare skin to the cool air until goosebumps rise on my belly.
Then he’s on his knees again, palms pushing my thighs wide, spreading me open. He lowers his mouth to my pussy, licking into me like a man starved. I scream when his tongue flicks over my clit, the raw sound torn from somewhere deep within me.
His technique is nothing like Sam’s. Where the human was careful and sweet, the vampire is downright relentless. His tongue moves with supernatural speed and precision until my back bows off the bed, hands clutching at his hair.
He works one finger into me, then two; pumping and stretching, testing and preparing. I moan helplessly as his mouth leaves my clit, trailing heat down my inner thigh. I suck in a sharp breath of anticipation, then his fangs pierce my flesh, the exquisite pain instantly blurring to pleasure. I choke on a gasp as he drinks, and at the same time he adds a third finger, stretching me even wider.
He doesn’t stop. Not when my thighs tremble uncontrollably. Not when I’m sobbing his name, clinging to his shoulders as my body arches and spasms. My climax is violent and all-consuming, a full-body detonation that leaves me limp, shaking, boneless against the sheets.
He withdraws his fangs at last, tongue sweeping over the wound before he looks up. My blood lingers on his lips, eyes glinting as he grins like a devil.
“Look how easily you fall apart for me,” he rasps, palms smoothing up my trembling thighs as he rises to his knees. “Only for me.”
One hand moves to his cock, stroking languidly as his gaze locks on my pussy, chest rising and falling like a monster barely leashed. His eyes track every shudder of my body spread out beneath him, a predator drawing out the kill.
My fingers curl into the sheets as he moves over me, bracing for impact as he positions the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. He pushes in an inch at a time, gradually working himself deeper while I cry out, clutching at his biceps.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this, and never with anyone so big. The stretch feels impossible– too much, too intense. He’s only halfway in and it feels like he’s splitting me open.
“Wait,” I gasp, slapping my palms against his arms.
“You can take it, Taylor,” he groans as he pushes another inch into me. “Take all of it.”
Pain flares as he bottoms out with a brutal snap of his hips, and I’ve never felt so full. I gasp for air, head tipped back, while he just holds himself there to let me adjust to the sheer size of him. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, the sensation overwhelming.
Then he starts to move. Slowly at first, each thrust a shock to my system, dragging against every nerve ending. My hips moveinstinctively, greedy for more, until the pleasure swells bigger than the ache.
“Ohgod,” I moan, voice breaking.
He leans down, mouth at my ear. “That’s not my name, Taylor,” he taunts.
“James!” I gasp.
He grins as he snaps his hips savagely, skin slapping against mine. “That’s it, darling,” he growls. “You’re taking me so well.”
I’ve fantasized about what it’d be like when he finally fucked me, butthis… this shatters every expectation.
And yet even as he builds speed, I can feel him holding back. His grip is careful, his thrusts controlled, as if he’s afraid he might break me.
