Page 46 of The Vampire's Thirst
The bed sank as he crawled beside her. Swinging a heavy leg over her thigh, he pulled in for a kiss, his lips brushing hers lightly.
When she opened her mouth, his tongue thrust inside. He was fresh air, mountains, and pine bark. Wild. She sucked hard on him as he ravaged her with a deeper kiss.
Turned on by his snarls, Fin arched her back, fingers tearing at his shirt. She broke the kiss. “Too many clothes.”
Thorn ripped off his plaid and T-shirt as Fin drew his zipper down to free his dick. “Oh, yeah.”
His sharp white canines exposed and his amber eyes aglow, he kicked his pants down his legs and off the bed.
The shifter’s hands explored Fin’s thighs and stomach, pausing to palm a breast. He squeezed, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was a tight bud. When he dropped his head to suck on her, his wolf-like hair tickled her skin.
“Oh, yes.” The man’s mouth was warm and wet. His lips succulent. She thrust against him, forcing him to take more of her breast. “Thorn.”
Fin’s hand fumbled as she searched for his cock.There it is.Oh my.Big. She stroked up and down his length while Thorn rocked his hips into her palm.
“Darlin’, if you keep that up, I’ll embarrass myself in a sec. Damn. Can’t wait any longer. I promise the next time will be slower.”
He flipped her over, hauling her to her knees. With one hand snug around her waist, his other trailed along her backside until his fingers stroked the wet lips of her sex, one sliding into her hot channel.
Fin moaned, bucking into his touch.
“Good girl.” He pulled out and returned to her moist heat with two fingers, spreading her, preparing her.
“I want you inside me, Thorn.”
“Look at me,” he said.
She twisted her neck to gaze into the feral, starving eyes of a gorgeous man while the thick head of his cock nudged at her entrance.
“You are mine.”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate, allowing him to lay claim to her.
Fisting his shaft, Thorn inched into her, his steely hard flesh sliding against the walls of her sheath.
Each slow glide filled her more. He was so damn big. She drove her hips back, forcing him to feed her all of himself.
When he was deep, his balls tapping her ass, Thorn stilled until Fin grew accustomed to his glorious thickness. Then he hammered forward.
Oh, God.
In. Out. Deeper. Flesh against flesh. A wild coupling. She fell to her elbows as the friction increased and he thrust deeper. His rhythm grew frantic, and her muscles clenched around his thickness. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
His fingers found her clit, pinching and circling. Thorn growled, his drive into her savage, as if he knew her body, each erogenous spot, each pleasure point.
One hand clasped her breast, squeezing roughly, hurting with pleasure. She lost all control, pushing against him, taking more of his thick length.
The shifter’s groin slapped against her ass when he hammered into her, harder, faster, fighting for his release. His teeth latched onto Fin’s shoulder, keeping her immobile, claiming her in a wild, untamed way.
What started as a shiver rolled through her like lightning in a storm. Fin came, calling out, grinding against his cock, wanting to hold him inside forever. “Thorn.”
With her release, he howled, his hands bruising her hips as he clutched tight, shooting warm seed into her. Filling her in a way she had never experienced. “Mine.”
“You’re mine, too, Thorn. Mine.”
They stayed plastered against each other, her back to his chest, for what seemed like an eternity. Then Thorn rolled to his side, taking Fin with him, pulling her in tight, his rough hands running up and down her stomach, gliding to her shoulder where he soothed the skin he’d bitten. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great. But you must think I’m easy, falling into bed with you right after we met.”
