Page 15 of Blood Lust

A warm washcloth was tenderly placed over my throbbing pussy, and I grunted.

“You okay?” he asked softly as he continued to gently clean me off.

“Yeah. A little sore, but I’m not complaining.”

He muffled another laugh. I jumped when he kissed my ass cheek, then my spine. My nose wrinkled because I knew I was sweaty as fuck, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

The bed shifted before he grabbed my hip and pulled me toward him until I rolled into the cocoon of his warm body.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, tangling his lower limbs with mine.

“Mm-hmmm,” I hummed as I snugged against him, notching his partially hard length against my rear. “So warm,” I muttered as my eyes grew heavier and heavier.

A thick arm wrapped tightly around me, and I sighed.

I woke once to his mouth between my legs which led to another round of mind-blowing orgasms. When we were done, we got in the shower. It was cramped, but he reverently washed my body, then my hair. I returned the favor, and pushed him against the shower wall as I kissed him like there was no tomorrow—because for us, there wasn’t.

I ignored the bothersome ache that thought brought to my chest.

Slowly, I dropped to my knees.

“Lee,” he began, but I didn’t stop. For as amazing as he’d made me feel, I wanted to return the favor. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I marveled at how thick he was. Maybe it wasn’t abnormally thick, but definitely more so than I’d been used to.

I licked slowly around the head and softly suckled it. With my other hand cupping his balls, I squeezed the base and drew him further into my mouth. He groaned and I looked up at him. Mouth parted, eyelids heavy, his gaze full of lust, he watched me take his cock down my throat.

I moaned when he gently cupped the back of my head and his eyes fell shut.

“Fuck,” he whispered as I took him as deep as I could, then backed off only to do it again. His head fell back against the wall, and he fisted my hair. He guided me, and I obliged. “Lee,” he whispered, and I hummed again.

“Oh yeah, fuck baby, that’s so good. Suck my cock. Take it. Fuck. Oh fuck,” he practically babbled as he began to move his hips. He cupped my jaw but still held my hair. Every other thrust of his hips made me gag, but I didn’t give up. My eyes watered, but as I watched him unravel, I basked in the power I had over the godlike man in that moment.

Arms covered in tattoos that spanned across his chest, muscles sculpted and firm, he was at my mercy. His dark hair was wet and hung in spiky peaks over his brow. With all of that, combined with his chiseled face and his jaw dusted with a close-cropped beard, he was fucking gorgeous.

And for this one night, he was mine.

His eyes popped open and locked with mine. He tried to pull me off, but I growled in disagreement. He mumbled something that sounded like “Fuck it,” and with one last stroke, he drove deep, and his hot cum spurted on the back of my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every bit until I was pretty sure his knees buckled.

Then he pulled my hair to bring me to my feet. He grabbed me and lifted until I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed his lips to mine. That kiss was needy and savage. I sucked on his tongue, and he pulled free to suck on my lip and bite it. It was a constant battle for supremacy as he turned off the water and carried me, dripping wet, to the bedroom and out to the kitchen.

My ass hit the edge of the counter, and he drove his cock into my aching pussy. I gasped as I dug my nails into his biceps. Hethrust in over and over as I clutched his hair and his face, my kisses raining over his lips and jaw. I bit his neck. He bit my shoulder.

My nails scored his firm flesh, his bruised mine with their relentless grip. He felt so fucking good.

We were running on a primal level where we couldn’t get enough of each other. My body trembled, and I rolled my hips to grind my clit against his pelvis with each thrust. We ascended closer and closer to the top until finally, we crested the rise and fell over. I came like I’d never come before.

“Fuck,” he gasped as he pulled out, and his hot cum shot all over my belly and my chest.

Breaths ragged and uneven, skin slick with the remnants of the shower and our sweat, we held each other.

Neither of us spoke.

Gently, he gathered me up and carried me to the bed. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, dried me gently, and then dried himself. He crawled back into the bed, and we gravitated toward each other like magnets.

The room slowly quit spinning as his breathing slowed and evened out. Cautiously, I rose up onto my elbow and stared down at him. I memorized the arch of his dramatic brows, the way his thick lashes fanned over his olive-toned cheeks. Ever so gently, I brushed my lips against his, soft in sleep. Tucking away every detail for the lonely nights of the future, I waited until I was sure it was safe to move.

Inch by inch, I disentangled myself from his warmth. Then, as quietly as I could, I padded around the cabin, gathering my clothes and dressing. With my heels in my hand, I stood in the doorway of his bedroom and drank him in one last time.

“Thank you,” I whispered with soft smile.

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