Page 104 of His True Beloved

Her hands lifted the base of the gown, pulling it over her head, leaving her in black, laced panties. “Goddess, you are beautiful,” I forced from my lips. Speaking to her was always difficult when she bared her body to me. She made me speechless, and made my heart flutter lightly in my chest.

The room was still dark, despite it being late morning. The curtains moved with the air in the room, gently swaying on the carpet. My ears now turned to be in tune with the woman in front of me, because it was only her that mattered.

Christine’s hair, which she had meticulously put in a braid before we went to bed, lay over her shoulder, tickling my chest as she straddled over me. “So, do I get to taste a little of heaven?”

Kill. Me. Now.

“Is that what you think of me?” I chuckled, tilting her chin to meet my lips. “That I’m some part of heaven? Because I don’t think this vampire was meant to go to heaven.” Christine licked her lips, her mouth descending to my bare chest. All that was left on my body was the sheet we covered with ourselves.

Her fingers grazed over my stomach, my muscles contracting, feeling the furious fire beneath her fingers. “Well, if you can’t be heaven, then what would you taste like?”

I rubbed my chin playfully, trying to ignore the enormous erection beneath the sheets. Her hand had already traced my hip bone, her licks becoming knicks in my skin with her fangs. Rolling my head back, my elbows propping myself up as I watched her sink lower to my shaft, I groaned.

“I would suppose I taste like sin,” I muttered. “Because you, my beloved, are the one that tastes like heaven.”

“Even though I am like you now?” she whispered as she pulled down the sheet. My cock sprang free, her hand gripping the base. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, feeling the grip of her warm hand around my shaft. “You know, a vampire.” Her tongue flicked out from her lips, licking the tip of my cock.

Oh hell.

“You are more than a vampire, Christine,” I hissed, feeling her warm mouth engulf my cock. My hand gripped the top of her head, grabbing her hair. My head lulled back, but I forced myself to watch her mouth engulf my shaft entirely. She looked so good like this, taking all of me, what I gave her.

“You will always be my sweet little human, my beloved.” I groaned as she grabbed my balls, massaging them gently. Her blood-red eyes stared back at me with such lust and hunger. I swear I saw her trying to smile as I slowly lost my sanity. “And you will always be my angel in my eyes, Bella.”

“That’s it, suck me down,” I muttered, gripping her hair. “More, take more.”

I growled in my throat, not wanting to cum in her mouth, but her hand pushed my torso back to the bed. “Christine.” I huffed a breath. It would be too damn soon to explode now, but she was damn determined to have me. To drink me down. My world crashed around me. My cum was forced straight down her throat as she hummed.

Christine’s head popped, licking my cock sensually as she started back at me. “That was hot as hell,” I murmured, sitting up and taking her mouth. I swirled my tongue inside her, tasting myself. My fangs itched to break the skin of her beautiful neck, but I had to take care of my beloved first. Groaning, I let go of the kiss and guided her to her hands and knees.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded, and being the wonderful mate she was, she did it enthusiastically. Taking in her beautiful body, the curve of her ass, and the color of her skin, I sunk below her, laying on my back as I ripped her panties from her body and put her pussy to my face.

“Ride my face, Bella,” I whispered into the hidden parts of her cavern. She moaned, slickness chasing down her leg. The sounds of my mouth sucking and licking had Christine moving her hips in motion to my tongue, her legs filled with chills while my hands gripped her ass to push her deeper into my face.

Fuck, she was an angel, and I was the one to drink her rich ambrosia.

“Sebastian?” She sighed, her legs shaking.

“Don’t cum yet,” I scolded her. “I’m not done licking every part of you.” She cried out in protest, her legs falling at her sides. Taking my thumb and flicking her clit tenderly, she moaned again.

“Please, I can’t, I need to—”

“You need to do what, little fangling!” I growled, sucking on her clit.

“Cum! Please! Let me cum!” Satisfaction filled me, her body tremors being enough of a sign she was ready, ready to release, and then I would have her cum over my shaft. My cock was already hard, leaking with more cum to fill her body, to claim her once again.

“Cum then, cum on my face,” I ordered.

Christine cried out in bliss, her body unable to hold herself while I grabbed her hips to hold her steady, licking her pussy clean and around her thighs. Gently putting her down, I flipped her over. Her haze of satisfaction only lifted slightly. Flushed face, messy hair, she was definitely well pleased.

“Behind?” she muttered. I raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Can you take me from behind?”

Can’t say no to that.

Flipping her over, I grabbed pillows, inserting them under her hips. Her body was nothing but soft bones as she tried to keep her ass in the air. It was beautiful, and I was happy she would allow me such a position.

“Are you sure? You look exhausted.” I chuckled. I pumped my cock with my hand, my cum coating her ass as I marked her with my scent. Gripping it tighter, I waited for her reply. Christine mumbled into the pillow and shook her ass. “Need some words, Bella,” I chortled.

Turning her head to the side, she smiled. “I said pull my hair.”

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