Page 78 of The Vampire's Thirst
Dax broke from the kiss, leaving Chiara’s lips cold. “Harder. Always harder.”
She obliged. When his palm traveled to the cleft between her legs, she released him.
“So wet, little witch.”
“Dax.” Chiara moaned softly, rocking into his hand.
He teased her, stroking her engorged clit, dipping between her folds. A finger invaded her. In. Out. He removed it to plunge in with two, his rhythm faster. But he gave her no release.
Chiara arched into his strokes while her hands skimmed his muscled shoulders, his biceps. When she caressed his Phoenix brand, she imagined the feathers trembling at her touch. She moved on to his chest, avoiding the gruesome necklace of fangs hanging between them.
Dax removed his fingers, leaving her whimpering, empty. When he positioned himself at the entrance to her sex, she tightened her grip on his shoulders in anticipation. She was eager for Dax, this wild, nearly feral vampire who made fierce love to her.
He leveraged his hips forward, burying his cock deep with a single powerful stab.
Chiara cried out. She expected the pain, but still it hurt. Her eyes watered despite her agonized joy at finally having Dax inside her.
He jerked away, almost pulling out. “What the fuck? You’re a virgin.”
Her breaths were ragged as she struggled against the shock. This couldn’t be what all the books talked about. There had to be more to it. She gripped Dax’s face between her hands, tears wetting her cheeks. “Please don’t stop. I want this. I want you.”
His eyes glowed, no longer dead, no longer cold. He nuzzled her neck, his warm lips pressing against her, his moans throaty. Sliding his shaft deep again, but more slowly, he waited, unmoving.
“Is that it?” she asked.
He flexed his arms when he rose above Chiara. His face gentled. The sharp angles of his jaw and cheeks softened. He smiled, looking pleased, maybe a bit humble. “No. There is much more, but you should have told me. I wouldn’t have…”
“Please don’t stop. I want my first time to be with you.”
“Damn, little witch.” Dax’s biceps rippled as he balanced over her. He tossed the fang necklace over his shoulder, the teeth hidden from her view, now a solid wall of muscled chest. “It shouldn’t be, but it is. Let me know when you’re ready.” His last words were a warm whisper in her ear.
Once the ache subsided, she felt only the marvelous fullness of Dax. Having adjusted to his thickness, she risked lifting her hips, pushing upward. She relaxed. “Oh, that’s really good.”
“More?”
Her voice trembled with need for only this man, this vampire she had dreamed of for a lifetime. “Yes.”
After studying her eyes, he took over. Dax withdrew. He shifted forward. Retreated. Again. Again.
Chiara watched his cock slide into her body. It glided out until she felt only the tip. Then he shoved deep. Trying to hold him inside, she squeezed his thick flesh which was surrounded by hers.
Needing to touch him, she stroked Dax’s back, loving the play of his muscles. His dark hair curtained her while his abdomen clenched tight and his hips worked up and down. His total attention was on her as he set a slow in-and-out pace.
When it wasn’t enough, she latched onto his firm ass with her nails. He rode her harder.
“Wrap your legs around me.” His voice was a raspy whisper.
She encircled his hips, locking her ankles, opening herself fully. He drove deeper, filling her more completely.
“You are so fucking tight, little witch. I’m trying to last. I want to make this right.” He worked his fingers between their bodies to find her sensitive nub, playing his thumb over it while he plundered in and out, his rhythm faster but exquisite. He rubbed against her until she quivered.
Dax’s midnight eyes fixed on her, his mouth opening, his fangs punching from his gums.
She begged, “Please.” Chiara desired his bite along with his body. She wanted to possess him totally.
His beast rose to the surface as he bent forward.
“Do it, Dax.”
