Page 50 of Liar Witch
The next time, I hold him there and hum.
With a curse, he pulls away.
“Fuck. Your mouth.” He pants as his hands land on my hips and lift me completely until I’m on my back, with my hips on the edge of the bed. “You’re heaven.” His fangs elongate at the sight of me splayed out like an offering in front of him. Then he gives me a wicked grin. “You’re going to love this.”
Then, without any warning, he dives in, fangs scraping, leaving tiny trails of venom that banish any last minute doubts I have.
Fire streaks through my veins as he tongues my clit in perfect, swirling motions that have me grinding my hips for more. Or I would, if he didn’t have such a firm grip on me. All I can do is lie there and take it as he alternates between long, indulgent licks and lighter, teasing flicks. I’m gripping the sheets like a mad woman as he continues, driving me up, closer to that inevitable peak. I come faster and harder than ever, and Rysen grins from between my legs.
“I can’t wait for you to do that around my dick.”
But he doesn’t stop. I’m limp and shaking but eager for more, and he dives back into our foreplay like he never stopped. His fingers join the fun this time, stretching me, preparing me so thoroughly that I’m alternating between pleading and cursing by the time he finally moves his body over mine.
I ache. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so empty as I do now. I’m so desperate for him, I’m squirming with want.
“Goddess. Now. Rysen. Please. Fuck.”
His whole body covers mine and my hands are magnetised to those rings through his nipples as he lines himself up and slowly starts to push inside.
The stretch is perfect. The fullness as he slowly inches in, to the hilt, is everything. Or it would be, if he’d just fuck me.
“Move,” I moan.
Instead he covers me, caging my body with his own.
When he pulls his hips back, he does it slowly. The friction drawing out the pleasure until I’m trying to fuck myself up onto his cock to find my own release.
Rysen won’t be rushed. His own, careful strokes are even, long and torturous. A fine sheen of perspiration starts to bead across his skin.
Then his head dips to my neck, licking the bite mark he just made.
I detonate, coming on his cock with enough force to leave me a shaking puddling mess. I’m completely undone, so wrung out I don’t think I’ll ever move again.
Except he’s not done. Rysen’s features are almost feral as he ups his pace. His strokes hammer into me harder than before. Every limb trembling in bliss. I thought I was done after my last orgasm but I still feel my strung out limbs start to tense once more.
My body craves this. Craves him. I tip over the edge of another, smaller orgasm just as he spills inside me with a roar, arms giving out and surrounding me in a warm, vampire blanket.
He lays there for a second, both of us panting like we’ve run a marathon.
“I’m too heavy,” he mutters, rolling to one side and pulling me with him so I’m laid over his chest.
“I’ve got us so messy,” I groan, thinking of how bad cleanup will be now that I have no magic. “Goddess, I can’t believe we just…”
Rysen smiles, his fingers tracing soft lines up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Vampires don’t have the same hangups as the other races.”
I sigh, snuggling closer. “It’s just instinct though, right? A different kind of bloodlust?”
“That’s part of it. Our females bleed when they’re fertile, so it only makes sense that the scent drives us crazy for them. But, even if that wasn’t an issue, if you think I’m going to stop wanting you for a few days every month, then you’re in for a surprise. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a second of our immortal lives that I don’t want to be inside you as you scream in pleasure.”
His eyes are back to their normal, chocolate brown now. Not a trace of red remains from earlier. I press a kiss to the corner of one, just before he lifts me out of bed and starts heading for the bathroom. He sets me on the counter like a doll before he turns and starts running a bath.
“Does this mean your bloodlust is gone?”
Rysen shrugs. “I don’t feel it, but it could return. Right now, it’s crushed by the protectiveness and lust of being your mate. When your time is over, I’ll ask Val to put me back in my cage.”
He grabs a box from the side and tips a generous handful of salts into the bath, and I watch as the water turns a fragrant milky white. Only when he’s certain that it’s the correct temperature does he pick me up and climb in with me still in his arms.
It’s a tight fit. The tub isn’t made for someone as huge as Rysen, but he does his best to make sure we’re both covered in the steaming water. His huge hands are surprisingly gentle as he cleans me off.
