Page 55 of Last Shot at Love

“I don’t know if I can. My body is too sensitive,” I whimpered between breaths.

“We can stop. You don’t have to do this.” Cerulean sounded like he was speaking through a clenched jaw. Was his need driving him insane, too?

“I want this. Please,” I begged, my eyes blurring with tears at the thought of him stopping.

“Then I can force you to be still, but you need to tell me you want it.” His mouth sucked and nipped my neck.

“Yes. Yes.” The idea of him holding me and taking me sent a fresh wave of arousal rushing south. “Hold me. Pin me. Take me.”

His tentacles tightened on my body, and another tentacle slid up my back and curled around my throat. The tip slipped down between my breasts, finding the breast that had been neglected since he’d turned me around.

“If you say stop, I’ll stop,” Cerulean swore, even as the thing between my legs pushed upward.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I snarled, snapping my fangs.

Without a word, he slowly lowered me onto his mating tentacle while simultaneously pushing it upwards.

Inch by slow inch, it pressed inside me. He hadn’t been kidding. It was a tight fit. His hand slid between my legs, and his finger stroked me.

“You need to be relaxed. Come for me.” His husky words, combined with the friction I’d desperately craved, were all it took.

I cried out, my muscles spasming with my release. With each spasm of my muscles, Cerulean pushed deeper inside me.

He wasn’t done. I was still riding the waves of the last climax when he resumed stroking. “Again.”

“You’re going to kill me.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Now show me you want me. Come for me.”

My body obeyed, and I closed my eyes against the fireworks sparkling in my vision.

“Good girl,” he praised, his tentacle slipping deeper. “Almost there.”

Almost? He was going to split me in half if he kept going. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”

“I will. And you will love it.” He held me still, letting me catch my breath before he moved again. “I could make it easier for your body to accept me, but it is dangerous.”

“Do it.” I was tired of waiting. My body longed for the finale where he would claim me.

“If I bite you and give you a touch of my venom, it will relax your muscles. You’ve kissed me and have been getting the broken-down version of my venom. So your body should be able to handle a bit.”

I heard little after the part where he mentioned biting me. Someone should have told him to never threaten a vampire with a good time.

“Bite me. Please.” I could barely breathe past the new desire he’d unlocked in me.

His teeth sank into my neck. They weren’t sharp like mine, so there was a prick of pain. It was followed by the sharp burn of his venom.

I hissed in pain, and he started to pull away.

“Don’t you dare,” I growled.

It took only a matter of seconds for a warmth to travel through my limbs, and with a sigh, I relaxed in his hold. My body was still screaming for release, but my muscles were no longer tense.

With one last thrust, the bulbous end of his tentacle nestled inside me.

“Ready?”

For what? I wanted to ask, but couldn’t.

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