“Karson, now,” I pleaded.
He groaned, a guttural, raw sound. He released my arms, I threaded my fingers through his hair as a mixture of tongue and teeth sucked and nibbled down toward my navel. I quivered all over. He trailed past—I knew where he was going.
“Karson, no, I need to shower first,” I said, mortified.
“I don’t care,” he growled.
He licked his way down to between the inner side of my legs. And then,holy shit.
His tongue found my the opening on my vagina and slipped in side. He pumped in and out licking me like he was starving and I was his breakfast. Thrills rocketed through my body. I arched and moaned and writhed beneath his touch.
“Keep still,” he commanded.
I couldn’t, I was caught on the current of a passion so strong, a void so deep only his cock inside me would fill it. I arched and tensed as his mouth wrapped around my sweet spot. He sucked. I quivered all over. My core pulsated with wetness. His tongue drove inside me. I could feel the heat building. Stars neared the brink of destruction.
I reached down and pulled at his sides, urging him up. He didn’t budge. His tongue moved back to that pleasurable place as his thumb slid inside, he stroked my walls in soft sweeping motions. I sunk back to the bed.
“Oh, Karson” I moaned, “no, stop I’m going to . . .”
His thumb pushed inside pressing against the bone, as his tongued circled my clit.
“Come for me.” His tongue dove back inside and he sucked hard.
My body obeyed his command. I let out a loud cry as an orgasm ripped though my body. He sucked and licked until my body stopped twitching.
He moved himself up onto my stomach. His eyes dark and heavy, flooded with predatory desire. “You are the most delectable thing I have ever tasted,” he purred.
It was a lie. For him, blood would be better. “You’re a good liar.”
“It’s no lie.” He ran his thumb over the top of my lips, smearing my fluids against me. I opened my mouth and sucked. He groaned so deeply it was almost a growl. He leaned in and his lips met mine, his tongue filled my mouth. I dug my fingers into his back, tattooing his flesh with my nails. I pushed my hips upwards. The tip of his hardness rested at the edge of my legs, teasing me, taunting me.
“Tell me what you want,” he panted into my ear, squeezing my breasts.
“You,” I whispered. “I want you.”
He smiled against my neck. He pushed so the tip of his penis entered me, but no more. “Tell me again what it is you want, Amelia.”
“You, I want to fuck you,” I whined, flushing at the admission.
He groaned lustfully and then he purred. “Your language is appalling.” With an agonizingly slow thrust he entered me. I let out a cry of pleasure. He pulled out slowly. “I shall have to teach you a lesson.”
The world was reduced to us, him and me, and an urge so strong, a band could have entered the room and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I made a sound that could’ve be mistaken for a whimper. It was a whimper. “Teach me.”
He groaned from deep within his throat and drove into me with a force that bordered on painful.
I let out a surprised gasp as an excited fire built inside. I clawed at him. He slammed into me over and over. My head was on fire. My heart was on fire. Between my legs pulsed with heat.
I opened my legs as wide as I could and arched up as he buried himself deep. His lovemaking was primitive, rough, and if it were possible, it turned me on even more.
“You are mine,” he growled as he thrust inside, “mine.”
His words filled my heart like a helium balloon. Though I didn’t allow myself to believe it. It would be too much to hope for, that I would be his; forever. He was just caught up on all the pheromones. I’d never had sex like this, not even last night. It was wild, urgent, exhilarating, and amazing. I bit down on his shoulder, then his neck. He roared my name and thrust harder. I felt my head climbing. My body tightened. He seemed to sense my nearing point and he slowed. His thrusts were no longer fast nor hard, they were gentle, exquisitely slow movements. He kissed my neck, then he sucked, then I felt teeth. Not fangs, normal, blunt teeth.
I loved it.
I waited to feel his bite; not only didn’t I mind, I wanted him to bite me. There was something deliciously perverse about the notion. I threw my head back, fingered the back of his hair, urging him into my neck and I waited for his teeth to sink in.
