Page 54 of Blackthorn

“I want to see you. All of you,” he said. One day he would enjoy taking his time undressing her, unwrapping her like a gift, but not today. He wanted skin. He wanted to feel her. Soon enough he had the contact he craved.

Draven loomed over her, pushing her down on the cushions. He couldn’t stop marveling at the feel of her. She was soft, giving, and warm. The tan nipples of her generous breasts demanded his attention. Everything needed his attention. Soon, he fit himself between her thighs and pushed in.

Heat enveloped him. She gave a long, shaky sigh as he slowly sank deeper.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice breathy with desire.

He drew back, then rocked forward, careful and tentative. Soon he picked up speed, losing the hesitation. She gasped and moaned, matching his movements. Her hands clutched at his lower back, dragging fingernails across his skin. His hips pumped, chasing that throaty moan Charlotte made, like she had never experienced anything so divine.

He understood. She was divine, absolutely luscious, and made for him. Their bodies moved like fate had stitched them together: two halves finally joined and made whole.

He lifted her and moved back, letting her straddle him. Her eyes went wide, and she planted a hand in the middle of his chest. He grabbed her hips, guiding her movements as he rocked up into her. Her movements were mesmerizing, the way she rose and fell.

She grabbed his hair, wrapped it around her hand, and pulled. Draven lost his rhythm, pounding upward until he felt his release tightening in his gut. She threw her head back, gasping, and her entire body trembled. He was there with her, emptying into her. Soon the base of his cock swelled, tying them together.

Charlotte’s eyes went wide. “What is that?”

Charlotte

“My knot,” Draven answered in a tone that implied it should be obvious.

It was not apparent. So very not apparent.

“Your. Knot.” Charlotte squirmed. Pressure built inside of her, not unpleasant but not entirely comfortable. It felt like he would split her in two. She tried to pull away, but that had the confounding problem of making it worse and so much better.

She was stuck. On his member.

“Cease moving.” He placed a hand on her back to calm her. “It will go down in a few minutes.”

“But what is it?”

“The base of my cock swells,” he replied in that same mildly exasperated tone. “It’s biology. Nothing more.”

“What possible biological reason could it serve?” The pressure verged on unpleasant as it continued to swell and stretch her.

“Honestly, it’s a mystery. Canines have a gland that swells when mating to ensure conception. The parallels are obvious, but I always thought it was to ensure my partner was immobilized for feeding.”

“That seems very inconvenient,” she said. “I can think of half a dozen ways to immobilize your food that don’t involve your member. Sedatives, for one. A swift knock over the head. Asking.”

He chuckled. This vampire had the nerve to laugh.

“Ah, but this is more fun.” He rocked his hips upward, and Charlotte moaned in pleasure.

Yes, this method was more enjoyable.

“You could have warned me,” she said.

“It doesn’t happen every time.” He stroked her back. “You’re doing well, sweetness. You’re taking my knot like you were made for me.”

Charlotte slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder. His skin was warmer now, and she could hear the slow thump of his heart.

Thump.

Thump.

He rolled them onto their side and arranged them as best as possible considering their predicament with her leg hitched over his hips.

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