Page 76 of House of Vampires and Flame

It was the first time I had been kissed. Sy fucked and fed, but she never kissed.

Instantly, my body was on fire. My body arched like a tensed bow ready to release.

His breath mingled with mine, the taste of him delicious, the feel of him dangerous, unpredictable, yet utterly addictive.

I moaned, and then I bit the tip of his tongue, tasting his rich blood and formidable power as he pushed it into my mouth. He let out a rough groan as our tongues started to dance, tangle, and play a game of dominance.

He thrust two fingers into my tightness. I nearly screamed in pleasure.

I kissed him with lips, teeth, and tongue, tasted him, and bit him like a starved wild wind. A chuckle vibrated from the depths of his throat, but he liked it just fine.

My fingers threaded into his thick hair, twisted a few locks, and pulled his head further down to me, as I didn’t want him to get away. My entire body hummed, in tune with his; my hips propelled toward him to push his fingers deeper into my molten heat.

He pulled away, his lips leaving mine, when our lungs were long overdue a breath of air.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” he crooned, his fingers driving in and out of my pussy vehemently.

“You knew I wasn’t a boy?” I asked breathlessly. “How?”

“I’m not a fool like the others,” he purred. “I wanted to fuck you the first time I laid eyes on you.” He groaned, his fingers turning in my narrow passage. “This is the cunt for me, tight, hot, and demanding. It’s made for me to fuck.”

I arched my back, clinging to him. It also felt like he was made to fuck me. Then something else flashed in my head.

“But aren’t you spoken for, prince?” I asked tensely.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said dismissively. “With you, nothing else matters. I can get to you and fuck you here.”

I didn’t understand how he had made this happen. Was this one of his powers? Legend said that only Hades’ bloodline could dream walk. And rumor said that Prince Killian had a bit of every supernatural in him. That was why he was the chaos prince.

I couldn’t mark him out as I did others, especially not now, while intense lust muddled my mind, reducing me to a wild beast that only needed and hungered.

Heat radiated into me from his powerful body, and then my heat reciprocated, trapping him as well. I slid my hand into his swimming trunks and seized his erection mercilessly.

Fuck, it was huge and rock hard. I’d need two hands to wrap around it. I pumped my fist up and down his length, my thumb playing with the thick ring of his crown, flicking it, brushing it, rubbing it, and pinching it. He hissed in pleasure, his eyes turning molten sapphire.

“You’re playing with fire, little dagger,” he said.

“You came to me first,” I countered. “You asked for it.”

“Did I? It’s always my fault, isn’t it?”

I wasn’t a fan of his attitude, though my blood strummed for him and my body burned for him, so I dragged down his trunks.

“Fierce, my little dagger, but I can do better.” He smirked and flicked a finger, and his trunks vanished.

My gaze snagged on the tattoo of an emerald dragon sprawled from his left hip to his powerful thigh. Rumor also said that Killian was the last dragon, though no one had seen his dragon form.

I’d overheard the vampire prince challenging him. “Is it true that your dragon will come out only when he recognizes his fated mate? Are you even a dragon?”

Before I could inspect the dragon tattoo further, he spun me and bent me, my back to him. My hands planted on the marble bank of the enormous tub with a hard cock brushing across my butt cheeks.

Shit, this was hot!

My desire burning, I wiggled my ass to urge him to get it going.

His granite-hard cock nudged at my slick entrance.

“Like it rough, little dagger?”

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