Page 36 of The HalloQueen

I heard him shove his boxers down, and his heat pressed into me in one fluid movement and behind my closed eyes, I saw all of heaven and hell before me.

“Merde, Bels. I think you could kill me all over again.”

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THOMAS

Annabel was Other. There was no alternative explanation for the way her body made me feel. Her skin was smoother than silk, her body softer than down, her lips were too luscious and her core was amazingly snug. There was no way this goddess was mortal.

“Merde, Bels. I think you could kill me all over again,” I groaned as I pushed myself into her, wanting to get as much of me inside of her as I could.

“Holy shit,” My beautiful girl, my sweetheart,mon coeur,rocked back against me until my pelvis pressed into the plushness of her delicious ass. That delicious, scrumptious ass which I had just spent a minimal amount of time getting acquainted with. I could spend days worshipping it. This was not enough. This wasn’t going to be enough. An immortal had no true concept of time, but as someone who’d lived for hundreds of years, I could say immediately with earnest that there would never be enough time in my existence to touch Annabel. Never enough time to feel this body against mine.

“Thomas that feels so good,” she groaned into her mattress, her body shifting slightly with each thrust of my hips. Looking down at her form made me want to glue my eyes open. The downward slope of her back emphasized her small waist and the roundness of her hips. I dug my fingers deeper into her, careful not to lose control and hurt her. I had to hold back. She said there was no such thing as too hard, but she obviously didn’t realize that I could snap her in half if I wanted to as if she was no more than a pencil in my hands.

“More, Thomas, I know you won’t hurt me. I’m not glass.”

Her words rattled my beast’s cage, roaring to own her, and I couldn’t resist plunging into her hard enough that I bottomed out, pressing against her back wall.

“Holy fucking hell,” she groaned. The flesh on her bottom bounced and compressed beneath me and the sight was worthy of a painting. Moving my hands up to her waist, I pulled her up flush against me wrapping one arm around her and bringing my other to her throat, pulling her hair over her shoulder so I could kiss and nibble at the pulse point in her neck making my beast delirious at the flutter of her heart against my lips.

“Annabel,” I chased the feeling tightening inside of me, the blood being brought to a boiling point. I nipped at her ear and rumbled, “fuck, Bels you’re so slick and tight.”

Her body quaked and her walls began to flutter faster against me, so I continued my constant, brutal rhythm, keeping perfect pace with her as her breaths came shorter and small noises escaped with each resounding connection of our bodies. It took everything in me to hold on and not lose myself in her heat and fill her with my seed too quickly.

I dragged my teeth down the length of her neck, making her release sweet whimpers and took my hand from her waist to slide it down her body. I caressed her luscious skin and slid under her stomach from the delectable dip in her side to reach for her clit. The small bundle of nerve endings was engorged and begging for attention, so I pressed into it for the first time since entering her. With a squeal, her hand slammed behind us, grabbing onto my ass, determined to keep herself upright so she could enjoy her tortuous climb to ecstasy.

Incomprehensible moaning was pouring from Annabel, seeking salvation from any entity her brain could conjure up, but my poor girl would never find help in our bed. I tapped into her energy, feeling her navigating a suffocating labyrinth of pleasure in which she was desperately hunting her way to release. I thrust my feelings back into her, pounding her flesh while filling her soul with the indescribable way she was consuming me. I sent in my lust, my sudden devotion, my carnal need to keep her forever, to make hermine, and I felt her bloom with the added emotions flowing within her. I brought out my fangs and nipped her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that it made her concentration slip enough to relinquish control. She came with a scream.

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ANNABEL

Iwent hurtling off a cliff, screaming and praying that he would catch me on the other side. I didn’t know this man, and yet the emotions that filled me were ones of permanence, of commitment, and something that felt scarily like love. You can’t love someone you just met - especially when they’re a fucking vampire and you’re a “mortal”.

“Oh my god,” I squealed, trying to curl up into myself and he growled, pulling my hips back to his.

“Annabel, you feel so fucking good,” his words were each defined with powerful thrusts into me and the sound of our bodies clapping together.

I whimpered at the orgasm that raged on and on, refusing to allow me to rest like my typical experiences, and I was almost in tears when I realized that I was feelinghim. I was feeling his passion and lust for me and the climb to his orgasm, while I was exploding in mine. The culmination of our two desires had me falling and falling, screaming into a bottomless pit of pleasure, begging him to come for me.

“Non, mon coeur,” I heard him in the darkness when he withdrew and flipped me onto my back, seamlessly moving back inside of me, licking my breasts and scooping his hips up into me to hit my gspot.

Everywhere his fingers touched me, my skin zapped with tiny sparks. I could feel that fishing line within my mind pulling out my negativity and being replaced by his thoughts, his clear obsession. I realized I was able to breathe just in time to feel the tightening of another climax begin within me again.

“Shit. I’m going to come again if you keep doing that, Thomas. Fucking hell.” I was losing the ability to make feminine, or hell, even human moans as I took flight once more. I made guttural, animalistic noises while feeling myself contract more than I ever had before, honestly shocked my vagina hadn’t somehow amputated his cock to keep inside of me forever as a trophy.

Thomas was kissing up my neck, lavishing me with attention while I uselessly writhed beneath him. I felt momentarily like I was a shitty lay because I was putting no effort into this interaction at all, but then he rumbled against my ear, his chest vibrating, and rasped, “again, give me one more,amour.”

“Fuck!” I screamed and slammed my eyes shut. I fucking screamed. I didn’t even know I was a screamer before this and now my neighbors were definitely going to call the police. Tears filled behind my closed lids, and one slid slowly down my cheek and Thomas gently removed it with the pad of his thumb. He slowed his pace, beginning to move more tenderly inside of me, and leaned down to kiss me.

His kiss wasn’t hungry or desperate that time, it was savoring, it was worshipping, and it held enough behind it to make a rational woman panic. His hand caressed the tattoo on my thigh, stroking the ink reverently.

“Bels, I’m going to cum,” he whispered into my lips.

“Come in my mouth.” The demand surprised me, but it was out there and floating around us before I realized what I'd told him to do.

He moaned gruffly and pulled out, grabbing and placing me in front of him to take in his length, and upon meeting the beast for the first time, the wordperfectflashed through my mind in neon. Every neuron inside of me fired off demanding that I memorize the shape, taste, and feel of his beautiful cock.

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