Danica
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Ifeel Rhyland's anger and frustration pulsing through our bond like a live wire. He's pissed off, upset, and probably fantasizing about ripping Lucian's head off and using it as a soccer ball for what he's doing.
I get it. I really do.
That undeniable, possessive tug in our bond, the primal urge to keep each other close and untouched by anyone else—it's like a cosmic "no trespassing" sign that's been hardwired into our very souls. It's the same possessive feeling that had me ready to go all "jealous girlfriend" on that bitch barmaid who was eye-fucking Rhyland like he was the last piece of man-candy on earth.
But at the same time, I can't really fault Lucian for his behavior. He's running on pure vampire instinct right now, his centuries of self-control and understanding of his own nature wiped clean like a hard drive after a system reset. He's like a newborn vamp, all impulse and no restraint.
Maybe this whole situation, as screwed up as it is, is precisely what Rhyland needs to feel secure in our relationship. To know, deep down in his bones, that I'm not going anywhere, that I'm his, and he's mine, no matter what. Hell, it's what I need, too—a reminder that our bond is unbreakable, that nothing and no one can come between us.
It's like we're two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly, and this experience, as bizarre and uncomfortable as it may be, is just another way of reinforcing that connection. A twisted, vampire-induced way of saying "I love you" and "I'm yours forever."
As much as I want to smack Lucian upside the head for his antics, I know I need to cut him a little slack. He's not himself right now, and it's up to me to be the level-headed one (for once).
I whimper as Rhyland's mouth leaves my skin, my body craving more of his touch, more of him. His eyes rake over me, drinking in every inch of my exposed flesh with a hunger that matches my own.
"Goddamn, you're so beautiful," his voice rough with desire. "So sexy."
His words thrill me, igniting sparks of pleasure in every nerve ending. I can feel my arousal pooling between my legs, hot and slick, begging for his attention. He cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples as he watches the play of emotions on my face.
I reach down, needing to touch and feel him like he's feeling me. My hand finds his thick, hard cock, and he hisses at the contact, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Dani," he groans, his voice strained. "You have no idea what you do to me, baby."
I lean in close, my lips grazing his open chest, "I'm happy to find out." I whisper, with promise.
Without hesitation, I sink to my knees, my hands tugging at his pants. I can feel his gaze scorching my skin as I free his impressive length. I stroke him slowly, relishing the feel of his thick, veiny cock in my hand and the way his breath catches.
Then, I take him into my mouth without warning, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head as I suck him deep. His taste floods my senses, salty and musky, sending a shudder of desire through me. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, my hand trying to wrap around the base of his shaft as I start bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.
"Shit, baby," he hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that. Fuck. Take it all."
I take him deeper, my tongue teasing and swirling as I work him. When he moans, urging me on, I push further, letting his cock slide down my throat until he's hitting the back of it. Ignoring my gag reflex. Spit leaks from the corners of my mouth as I swallow around him, taking him even deeper until my lips meet the sexy hairs on his pelvis.
The gentle rhythm of the ocean and the crackling fire provide a sultry soundtrack to Rhyland's pleasure, with waves softly caressing the docks like a teasing lover's touch.
"Fuuuck," he grunts, his hips thrusting against my face. "That's it. Take every inch of this cock. Let me see how hungry you are."
I moan around his thick length. His filthy words ignite the fire in my core, sending molten heat straight to my clit. Knowing I'm pleasing him, bringing him to the brink, turns me on like nothing else. I want him to lose control, to come undone because of me.
"Ah, fuck... An...gel," Rhyland whimpers, his voice strained and desperate, like he's teetering on the edge of oblivion. The sound of his raw, unfiltered desire nearly sends me over the edge. It's like a siren's call, urging me to give in to the throbbing ache between my legs and chase my release.
Hearing Rhyland like this, so vulnerable and consumed by his desire for me, is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. It's a heady rush, knowing I have the power to reduce this strong, fearless Viking to a quivering mess.
So I swallow around him again, my throat working his length in a way I know will drive him wild. I moan and whimper around him, my hands gripping his thighs as I take him deeper still. And when I feel him tensing, his body coiled tight, I hollow my cheeks and swallow him to the root.
He comes with a roar, his fingers tightening in my hair as he thrusts once, twice, spilling himself down my throat. I swallow every drop, milking his orgasm until he's spent and shaking, his breath coming in harsh pants.
I release him slowly, letting his cock slide from my lips with a lewd pop. His eyes darken with renewed lust as he takes in the sight of me on my knees, my lips swollen from his cock.
"Goddamn, baby," he rasps, his voice wrecked. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
Oh, I know. This man is insatiable, ready to go round after round.
He hauls me to my feet, his mouth crashing down on mine as he devours me with a kiss. I can still taste him on my tongue, salty and musky and oh-so-fucking-good. He tears at my clothes again, his hands desperate as he strips away the last remnants of my dress until I'm bare to the night.
"Mine," he snarls against my lips, his hands gripping my ass, grinding our bodies together. "All fucking mine."
