Page 85 of Bite The Terror That Feeds

“Oh, I’m learning a lot about her…”

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I walked into the bedchambers and found her sitting in the dining room. Her chair was pushed back toward the window, so she could sit in the sunlight creeping through. It was an unusually sunny day, one of the rare afternoons when the cloud bank burned off to reveal spectacular details of the shoreline and cliff face.

She wore a dress my seamstress provided, dark emerald in color, with one sleeve while the opposite shoulder was bare. Her long hair was in slight curls, like she’d gotten bored and decided to play with her strands. Her fair cheeks were free of makeup, and her eyes glittered like they were adorned with eye shadow, even though they weren’t. She sat there with her legs propped on the table, the dress pushed to her thighs to show her slender calves. She played with one of my daggers in her right hand, spinning it between her fingertips. “Cold and gray skies. I don’t know how you tolerate it.”

I barely heard what she said because my eyes were hypnotized by her appearance. From her indifference to the way she handled that dagger without cutting herself to the way that dress nearly exposed her underwear…I was all for it. “When your skin sizzles like eggs in a frying pan, you come to appreciate it.”

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting the sunshine absorb into her beautiful skin. “I couldn’t give this up for anything.”

I stood there and stared, watched her enjoy the sunshine the way Fang enjoyed the warm fire. My trousers had felt snug the moment I’d spotted the bed, but now they were uncomfortably tight.

I walked around the table then dipped my head to kiss her, my neck exposed to the dagger in her fingertips.

Her eyes stayed closed, but her lips responded immediately, like she heard my footsteps as well as my intentions. She kissed me back as her eyes opened, seeing my skin blanketed in the same sunshine.

I loved her lips. So plump and soft. So tantalizing. My hand immediately cupped the inside of her thigh and slowly slid up, gliding over the soft flesh toward the apex of her thighs. The sunshine cast a spell over her, but she cast her own spell over me.

She set the dagger on the table before she cupped my face and kissed me, aroused by my touch the second she felt it. She melted like butter on a warm day, melted like every other woman I’d ever had.

I lifted her and shifted her to the table. My foot kicked the chair away as my hands reached under her dress and hooked into her panties. I gripped the fabric and yanked them down her beautiful long legs and let them fall to the floor.

Her eyes shone in excitement, and her smile was warm with confidence. She lay back and let me pull her to the edge.

My hands pushed her dress farther, exposing the bottoms of her plump tits.

Her hands worked my belt and zipper, getting my big dick free.

I felt the sunshine against my back. The burn was subtle, and my clothes weren’t enough to protect me, not when the back of my neck was directly exposed. But my dick was so hard that nothing would stop me from having this woman on the spot.

Once I was free, I guided myself inside her by adjusting her hips. I brought her tightness to me and slid right inside.

The quiet moan she gave was like music. The sound of a harp in the shade of a mighty oak. She wasn’t sore from the pounding she’d taken the night before, from all the times her body had contracted in her climaxes.

Damn, this was good pussy. I was drenched in her wetness. She had the tightness of a serpent crushing its prey. She was small and petite, but she had no problem taking a man like me. The moment I was burrowed inside her, I didn’t think I’d last for more than a minute. I’d never fucked a woman so damn sexy.

My arms hooked under her thighs, and I gripped the tops, keeping her secure to me as I thrust deep and hard from the start. I couldn’t take my time. I couldn’t play with her clit to get her ready. I just wanted to fuck her mercilessly.

She was folded so tightly that she could reach my hips and pull her body back into mine. Over and over, she slid across the wooden surface and took my length, moaning louder and louder, getting off on my dick.

She made it so hard not to come.

My mind drifted, and I wondered how she’d be on top of me, thighs split over my hips, her moving up and down, over and over, rolling her hips as my hands gripped her ass. That didn’t help my restraint in the current moment, but thankfully, she finished with a grand display of tears.

I couldn’t even wait for her to finish before I came inside her, dropping my empty seed inside that wet oasis. It felt like the first time I had her, that obsessive need finally fulfilled. But then my dick remained rock hard inside her as if nothing had happened.

So I fucked her again.

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I returned to the bedchambers in the evening just as the table was set for dinner.

She was already there, in the same dress she wore earlier, just as beautiful as the two times I’d fucked her.

I took a seat, the wine was poured, and then the servant left.

I stared at her across from me, watched her drink from her glass with her eyes locked on mine. She was a confident woman, unafraid to meet my gaze and hold it. Her fire burned as hot as mine.

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