Page 52 of Last Shot at Love

“Beryl!” he growled, his hand tangling in my hair. “I don’t know how much I can take—”

I snorted and shifted back to my vampiric form.

Silly boy.

I was just getting started.

My body flushed from head to toe. Once. Twice.

I sniffed and was unsurprised to smell the intoxicating scent of vampire pheromones… an alluring fragrance that was far more effective than a witch’s love spell.

“What’s that scent?” Cerulean gasped, his breathing becoming ragged. “Oh, frick.”

His cock swelled, becoming impossibly hard in my hand.

Cerulean might as well have been an insect caught in a spider’s web… He couldn’t leave if he wanted to now.

I licked my tongue up the length of his rigid erection, barely resisting the urge to take a little taste from the hot blood pumping beneath his skin. A pang of lust-filled hunger seared through my stomach.

Enough teasing.

I wanted him inside me.

With vampiric speed, I slid up his body until my hips straddled his. Rising on my knees, I gripped his length and prepared to impale myself on him.

With painstaking slowness, I slid down his length.

“Beryl.” Cerulean drew out my name on a groan.

I couldn’t respond, because my lungs had ceased to work as his erection stretched me.

I paused, fighting the powerful need that demanded no talking and more action. But there was something I needed to make sure Cerulean understood.

“Cerulean?” The head of his cock was pressing against my heat, making it hard to think.

“Yes?” His breathing was harsh and his eyes burned with a desire that matched my own.

“I’m not good with emotions, but I need you to know I want you.” My whisper was barely audible. “Your body and your heart.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it, his throat working as he tried to speak.

My legs trembled. I’d said what I needed to say, and I could no longer fight the instincts driving me.

We moaned as I slid down his length. My body stretched to fit him, and I was thankful I was already wet, otherwise he might not have fit.

When our pelvises pressed together, I took a second to breathe. After a moment, Cerulean began a gentle rocking of his hips and his thumb rubbed between our bodies, sending little ripples of pleasure rippling through me.

I moved on top of him, grinding down and enjoying the tiny shocks of pleasure that zapped through me.

My hips rocked faster and faster, my release building and coiling like a living thing. My breath came in little gasps as I rode him toward the edge.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Cerulean’s soft compliment gave me the final push.

Collapsing on top of him, I let him hold me as my orgasm stole the air from my lungs. My relief lasted for about twenty seconds before fresh hunger pangs cramped my stomach. I wanted—no, needed—more. So much more.

I grabbed his shoulders, rolling onto my back and pulling him on top of me. Hooking my legs around his waist, I pulled him deep inside me.

Cerulean needed no further encouragement and slowly slid back until he almost slid free, before burying himself deep.

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