My body trembles and shakes.I’m no longer sure whether I’m crying or screaming or dying in heaven.
“I can do this all night,” she whispers into my ear.“Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I whine.“Please.Please let me.”
“You know what you need to do…”
“What if I don’t want one?What if there’s no line you could cross that I wouldn’t come hurtling over just to spite you?”
Dahlia’s expression falls.“I figured you’d say that.But that is exactly why you do need a safe word.”
I slump against the mattress, defeated.“Stiletto.”
She resumes her thrusting, only she pulls the stake out and flips me onto my back.Then, she sinks between my legs and draws a long sweep of her tongue over my clit.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
She moans with pleasure as she laps at my soaked cunt.Her tongue glides over every inch of me, my clit, my entrance, my folds.This is what it’s like to be ravished.Two fingers find their way back inside me, and I pant out her name.Stars smatter my vision.She held back my orgasm so long I swear I’m going to combust.
She laps faster: a wild animal, starved and feral, and I am the only thing that can satiate her.I grind my pussy against her face, bucking against her mouth as her other hand digs into my thigh, fighting to keep me in place.She’ll bruise me.I’ll wear yet another mark from her on my body.
It’s that thought that pushes me over the edge.
I come apart.
Truly.
Completely.
I think I black out?Pleasure spreads everywhere.My nipples tingle, bolts of electricity shoot from my clit to my toes.A wave of rushing heat pools deep in my pussy and fires through every cell of my body until…
I’m sobbing.Giant cries cleave me in two as a wholeness settles over me that I’ve never experienced before.
“It’s okay,” a soft voice says.“It’s okay.”
I’m wrapped in strong arms, a duvet pulled tight around us.
“Dahlia?”I breathe.
“Don’t speak yet, just stay in my arms, that was a lot.”She holds me for a while, soothing and caressing me until my tears ease.Then she reaches to my side table and grabs a bottle of water.
“Here,” she says and holds it up to my mouth.I’m trembling too hard to take it myself.She helps me drink and puts it back, only to cradle me all over again.I never expected a vampire could show such tenderness.Let alone one as hard as Dahlia.
She pulls the duvet around us again and holds me, twirling a lock of my hair around her fingers and stroking me until I drift to sleep in her arms.The last thought I have is that this is the first time in my life I’ve been entirely satiated.
Chapter9
Dahlia
Penelope is a fucking mess.She’s gone and gotten herself utterly wasted, and yet still manages to look obscenely hot.After approximately eighteen million outfit changes, she finally settled on a berry-pink strappy dress that’s sheer over her stomach and most of her back and short enough that if she falls over, everyone will see her pussy because the scrap of fabric masquerading as underwear coversnothing.
Tonight is Morrigan and Stirling’s hen do.They chose to have a joint one seeing as they share a group of friends.
I pull her by the hand off the dance floor.
“I was having fun,” she says.
“You’re drunk.”
