He presses a long, dominant kiss over my mouth. His tongue sweeps over mine, his soft, spicy scent filling my senses. Dominik makes me want him, more than anything. He makes me kiss him back as possessively as he kisses me, my hands mussing up his hair, his hands sliding under my top where I haven’t any underwear.
I feel him hesitate at the expectation of there being a further barrier to his progress, but then his dexterous fingers gently pull on my nipples, making me moan into his mouth at the unexpected feel of pleasure and pain as he doubles down on his kiss.
I am entirely on fire. Dominik strums my body like a vampire who has had decades, centuries of practice knowing exactly what a woman would want. A finger skirts the waistband of my super soft cashmere slacks.
“This sweet cunt belongs to me,” he murmurs over my lips. “And I’m going to take what’s mine.”
In a lightning move, one only a powerful vamp like Dominik could execute, my pants are gone, and I’m lifted up onto the kitchen island. Baskets of pastries and fruit go flying, but I don’t have time to be distracted because he’s pressing my thighs apart, his head between them, his tongue swiping through my folds and hitting my clit with an unerring accuracy, making me see stars.
I grab at his hair, anything so I can hold on for the ride.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasps. “Show me what you want.” He licks over me again, and I steer him back to my clit.
He probes it with his tongue and then…and then…a fang scrapes over my sensitive nub followed by a nibble which sends me soaring to the ceiling above. What he is doing shouldn’t be affecting me like this, but as my orgasm crashes through me, it seems Dominik knows exactly, exactly what I want.
And he’s going to make sure I get it.
Lucy
As my bodybucks in his strong grip, all caution is thrown to the wind. Whilst being this close to a vampire’s fangs is something I should be running from, instead, I’m lifting my hips and thrusting myself into his mouth.
Dominik lifts away, leaving me shaking with the vestiges of my orgasm as he rises above me.
“Such a sweet, tasty little cunt,” he croons, the evidence of my climax glistening on his chin.
He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and then licks it clean, sending another shiver of desire through me. His other hand remains possessively at the apex of my thigh and my torso.
“And such a delicious little belly.” He strokes over my barely there baby bump. “I long for the time you are rounded and ripe.” He motions over me, as if I’m already very pregnant. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Lucy, but it won’t be anything compared to how much I’m going to fuck you when you are as big as a house.”
My core ripples at his words. This sex god vampire claims he would find a heavily pregnant human…erotic?
Dominik unbuckles his belt and reaches into his pants. What he pulls out is absolutely not what I was expecting.
The Van Helsing archives are pearl clutchingly coy about vampire sex, other than to make very dire warnings about not allowing vampires to get that close. I’m beginning to see why.
Not only is Dominik’s cock huge, and I mean painfully huge, but it also has multiple bulges along its length and what look like spikes at the base. He strokes it as he slips a finger inside me.
“If I’m going to fit, you need to come again, little dove,” he croons and crooks his finger to hit my g-spot with impressive accuracy.
The effect is instant. The pleasure he gives me is exacting, dominating, perfection bordering on ecstasy. I forget for a moment who I am and where I am, only that I’ve had two orgasms in a matter of minutes where no human man has ever given me one at all.
“I think you’re ready to take me,” Dominik whispers in my ear, and I feel the broad head of his cock pressed at my entrance, “and you’re going to take all of me.”
He thrusts forward unforgivingly and breaches me with a stretch so great it verges on pain.
And then nothing but bliss, until a second thrust, and I realize he’s not even halfway in. There are two more of the bulges he wants to fit.
“There we go, little female.” Dominik toys with my clit, his sharp claw pricking at me, sending more of my moisture flooding both of us, and with another incredible stretch, he slides himself further inside me. “Such a good girl,” he rasps. “Look at you, taking my knots.”
I lift myself up to see he’s gazing at where we are joined.
“Fuck! You look so damn pretty wrapped around me,” he growls, and I feel myself pulse.
Dominik thrusts again, and this time I cry out a little at the tremendous stretch.
“You have taken all of me, sweet one,” he says, his teeth gritted, his hair a mussed up mess, his fangs poking over his bottom lip. “I can’t hold back. Your delicious cunt needs to be filled.”
He withdraws, and I feel every single one of the knots before he slams back inside me, and those incredible bulges hit my g-spot one after the other, sending shockwaves through my body as it adjusts to the invasion. He sets up an impressive pace, and something starts to stroke my clit, each time getting harder and harder until finally, I explode once again. My climax fills my vision with white spots as Dominik lifts me from the island and we’re up against the wall, him pounding and pounding as he holds me tight to him, my orgasm flowing, my channel gripping, his fangs at my throat, his fangs slicing my skin, his mouth sucking down my blood as it runs and runs.
