Pleasure coursed through every cell of her being, and the sight of their joined bodies in the mirror was too much to bear. His massive tattooed body held her half-clothed one with sacred possessiveness as she used him, and with a scream she was certain would wake the dead, she came.
“Goddamn it.” Vlad captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as he slid off the mattress, carrying her with him. “I need you to come around me again. Your tight pussy is choking my cock, and I’m barely holding on.”
“Then don’t,” she challenged as he sat on the edge of the bed that faced the mirror.
“Nice try, little witch,” Vlad laughed as he ripped the shredded shirt off her body. “I will control myself because I’m not letting you off the hook so easily. You made me wait for months for our wedding night, and I’m going to make you come until you can’t stand before I fill this beautiful pussy with my cum.”
“Yes sir,” Belladonna moaned, loving the idea of taking him until she couldn’t walk. She wanted to be so sore when they finished that she would sense him inside her for days. She wanted the ache between her thighs to remind her who she belonged to.
“Do me a favor,” Vlad said as he lifted her off his lap and spun her until she faced their reflection. “Don’t use your magic to heal yourself until we’re done. I want to see my marks on you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said as he grabbed her hips and yanked her to a seat.
“Spread your thighs.” He hiked her legs over his, revealing every part of her to the mirror, and she blushed at how sinful they looked joined together as one. “I want you to watch me make you my wife in every sense of the word.”
Belladonna opened, using her perfectly manicured hands to guide him inside her. She watched the reflection of his thick cock disappearing as she took every delicious inch, and then with a greedy moan, she lifted herself, staring at him withdraw. They moved slowly, enjoying the sight of her taking his incredible thickness so deep, and then both of them got lost in the passion. Their movements became frenzied, their breathing labored, and when Vlad slid his tattooed hand to her breast to frame the bite mark, she climaxed so hard that she almost passed out. The world was hazy and her voice hoarse from screaming, but she forced her eyes to remain open. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of their first night together.
“You take my cock so well.” Vlad lowered his fangs to her neck, still cupping her marked breast with his inked hand as his other dipped between her thighs to stroke her clit. “Don’t shut your eyes, wife. I want you to watch as I fill you.”
Witnessing him make love to her so thoroughly was too much to bear, and as his fangs sank into her throat, she knew she was addicted. She could have this man every day for the rest of eternity, and never be satisfied. She’d heard rumors of how intense emotions were between bonded mates, but she hadn’t fully understood how life-altering it could be until this moment.
She lifted a hand to grip his hair as she rode him, needing to anchor herself to her husband as he thrust harder and harder. She wanted to wait for him, to fall off the cliff together, but it was impossible. Her body convulsed, her pussy tightening around his impressive length, but the minute she came, Vlad pulled his fangs from her throat.
“Kiss me, little witch,” he demanded. “Kiss me while I come inside you.”
Belladonna obeyed, twisting her head to take his mouth. He tasted like blood and desire and love, and the instant theirlips met, he exploded. His climax extended hers endlessly, and she reveled in the sensation of his cum filling her to overflowing. She’d never experienced this level of intimacy before, and it filled her with an overwhelming sense of love. This vampire was her entire world, and she didn’t care that he’d forced her to marry him. He’d immediately recognized what it took her months to realize. They were destined for one another.
“I love you, Belladonna,” Vlad said, hugging her close as he buried his face in her neck. He was still inside her, the embrace incredibly intimate, and she leaned her forehead against his, breathing in the air that he exhaled. “Don’t ever leave me. I can’t survive without you.”
“I won’t, I promise.” She kissed his temple as she sank against his chest, feeling safe and warm and at home in his arms. “Who else would put up with my cat obsession?”
“Hmm,” Vlad laughed, kissing a trail from her neck to her jaw, but when he reached her lips, he froze, his gaze snagging on the cats sleeping on their beds in the corner of the room. She watched in the mirror as his eyes counted the black animals, and she suppressed a giggle when he got to number six. “Oh my god.” He rolled his eyes as he tossed her onto the mattress. “Why is there another one?”
“Because you love me,” she laughed, spreading her thighs for him as he entered her for round two.
“I do.” He thrust to emphasize his words. “So, what are you going to name him? Hurry up before I call it Pain-In-My-Ass for interrupting us.”
“Hmmm…” She captured his face and kissed him deeply as pleasure built between them. “How about Frank?”
HALLOWEEN: ONE YEAR LATER
You’ll never believe who’s out there,” Juniper squealed as she and Hazel rushed into the dressing room.
“Who?” Belladonna gripped her flowers, dreading the names about to fall from her friend’s lips.
“Oh, not that kind of guest,” Juniper added, realizing how her words were taken. No one blamed Belladonna for her nerves. Her first wedding had been a disaster. “It’s Nick and Eira.”
“Why do they sound familiar?” Belladonna asked, knowing they hadn’t been part of the guest list.
“Santa and Krampus!” Juniper blurted.
“And that’s not all,” Hazel added, practically jumping up and down. “Valentin and Amorette AKA Cupid and his mate are here too.”
“Shut up!” Belladonna gathered her skirts,nervous for a whole different reason, and bolted down the hallway to the sanctuary doors. She cracked them open and peeked inside to find Santa and Cupid standing by the altar with her groom. They blocked Vlad from sight, which she guessed was a good thing. She was dying to see him in his new suit, and because he’d ruined their first wedding, he’d vowed to do this one right. He’d proposed a few months ago, not bothering to gift her a diamond though since he liked the way his signet ring looked on her hand, and then he invited her mother, Juniper, and Hazel over to plan her dream wedding. They’d had an engagement party, a bridal shower, and a rehearsal dinner. He sent her out to buy a new dress and told her to organize the party exactly how she wanted it. He’d been expecting to go broke, but Belladonna had surprised him by choosing to hold the reception at their house. Their wedding was on Halloween, and while they’d outfitted the church to protect the vampires from burning in the sun, Belladonna requested they stay home for the holiday’s evening. She’d invited the guests to take part in the trick-or-treat extravaganza she’d planned for the neighborhood, and Vlad had been more than happy to oblige her. Witches and vampires alike would celebrate Halloween together for the first time in centuries, and when the festivities were over, Vlad had chartered a private plane for their honeymoon. He’d tried to keep their destination a secret, but she was a witch. She’d figured it out almost instantly, but she kept that knowledge to herself. When they touched down in Italy tomorrow to eat fresh pasta and pizza and drink Italian wine like he’d promised her a year ago, she would act surprised. She would shriek and cry and kiss him, and while the shock would be for his benefit, the happiness would be honest. She couldn’t wait to see Italy with the love of her life.
In the tradition of a real wedding, though, Vlad had insisted on not seeing the bride before the ceremony. For thepast week, she’d stayed with her parents, but she was ready to crawl out of her skin. Ever since he’d ordered her to lock herself in his room over a year ago, she’d never left his side, so she had barely slept at her mom’s. She missed Vlad to the point of pain, and she almost shouted at Santa to move out of her way so she could see him.
“I didn’t realize Vlad knew Santa and Cupid,” Belladonna said, slightly in awe of the massive Fae men. “How connected is he?”
