Page 129 of Immortal Bastard

She didn’t understand, but she trusted his guidance, and even craved it. “Christian?”

“Yes, little one?”

She dragged her nose along the underside of his jaw, rubbing her face to his like a kitten craves attention. His scent intoxicated her as his strong arms held her tight.

Catching the lobe of his ear between her lips, she tugged softly and whispered, “I want you.”

He stilled for a split second and then he was kissing her. Spreading her tenderized body out beneath him, opening his pants to thrust into her.

Her body accepted him without resistance, and she wreathed her arms around his neck, her fingers sifting through his hair as he took her mouth with long drugging kisses. She gasped when he lunged forward, filling her to the hilt.

His pleasure melded with hers and she arched into him. “Yes, more.” Her fingers raked and knotted in his hair, pulling his lips back to hers.

Her breasts crushed against the wall of his muscled chest as he kissed her harder, deeper, giving her all he could to show how desperately he wanted to please her. The intensity of his strokes increased. With every hard thrust, he stretched her body a little more, folding her legs back until she was completely open to him.

“I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Drawing back, he removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Slowing his strokes, he watched his cock sliding in and out of her. He shared the view, sending the erotic vision to the forefront of her mind. He reached between her legs and stroked a thumb over the piercing of her clit, and she sucked in a breath.

His eyes flashed as their gaze connected. “You’re doing it again. Look at how pliant your body has become to my touch.” He dragged the back of his fingers affectionately down her cheek and she preened, leaning into the caress.

He drew back and shoved into her. A moan pelted past her lips, propelled out of her by his forceful strokes. He liked subjugating her, displaying his dominance without opposition. He craved her surrender, and it was easy to submit to him this way, especially when it enflamed his darkest pleasure and she experienced his satisfaction through their shared mental link.

She opened her body more, stretching her legs as far back as her muscles allowed so he could take his pleasure, all the while giving it right back to her.

His speed doubled and his strokes turned almost punishing, but he wasn’t trying to discipline her. He only wanted to possess her. All of her. More than anyone else ever had.

“I love when you soften for me,” he growled, dragging a hand through her hair only to curl his fingers around her throat. “You were perfect, pintura. Your submission honors me.”

Maybe that was why she liked it. She liked pleasing him.

The friction of the bed on her raw flesh reminded her of his dominance, and her sex clenched. He drove into her, leaning down until her body folded beneath his weight. She was completely at his mercy.

No one had ever expressed such an all-encompassing desire for her. Despite the roughness of his touch, adoration radiated from him. His possession was complete, holding not only her body but her heart and soul. She was safe in his arms and didn’t have to worry or fear. He would always protect her.

Moved by the realization of her trust, she offered him another display of relinquished control and raised her arms over her head, lifting her chin to fully expose her under his grip. It was an unmistakable show of vulnerability and trust.

He growled with deep satisfaction and thrust harder. His hand moved to her hair and knotted in the strands, holding her head still and dropping his mouth to her exposed neck. Teeth scraped as his mouth closed over her shoulder, his fangs pressing into her but not breaking the skin.

An agonizing ache knifed through her as his desire for her blood slammed into her. He beat it back with incredible force of will, but she didn’t have his self-discipline and she cried out in disappointment, wanting his teeth to sink into her. The mere thought reawakened the hollow throb she’d been fighting for days.

Her body needed it. The sharp, relentless craving crawled through her like poison seeking a host.

He drew back, cupping her jaw and forcing her to meet his stare. “Delilah, do you have need?”

Sweat broke over her body, and she ground her teeth, refusing to let her jaw open. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not. I can feel your pain.”

This wasn’t about her. He was the one who originally wanted to bite her. Her body just got confused. She rocked her hips forward, urging him to keep going, but he pulled back.

She gasped at the sudden emptiness when he pulled out of her. “Christian!” Her body unfolded and she weakly sat up, wincing when her raw cheeks pressed into the bed.

“You’re too weak.”

He only gave her the truth but it stung like inadequacy. “So that’s it? We’re done?”

“You need to feed.”

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