Before I could argue, he tore my heavy shirt right down the middle. The strap of my bra gave zero resistance as he broke it free from the cup that held my breast.
He jerked the material down and then his mouth was on me, ravenous and pushing the point of pain.
Just like that, my pussy pulsed again, ready to orgasm. I gasped and arched my back, unsure if I wanted more of what he was offering or to escape the intensity of the sensations he created.
I didn’t have time to decide.
He bit me, his fangs piercing the skin around my nipple, and sucked.
My head fell back as the orgasm burned through me, destroying every bit of thought or sense of self I had. I couldn’t control it, all I could do is scream.
His hands jerked at my waist and my pants disappeared.
He released my nipple and gave it one long, slow lick. My breast was so sensitive that I cried out.
His hands shoved my legs apart and I realized my pants and underwear were gone. Then, his mouth was there, hovering over my pussy. I realized what he was about to do and tried to slam my thighs together, but he shoved them high and apart, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.
And he laughed, his warm breath washing over my skin.
I shivered again and knew that he was about to torture me with pleasure and somehow, I knew that he wasn’t going to stop with one orgasm. Or even two.
I gasped when his hot tongue dragged from the entrance of my body, all the way up to my clit. He did it once more before I felt the barest hint of fangs.
I might not be able to shut my legs, but I could grab onto his hair.
My hands fisted in his hair, ready to pull him away, but he ignored me and lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the skin around my clit.
This time, my scream went on so long that there was no longer a sound, just air escaping from my mouth.
I convulsed beneath him, unable to remain still beneath the onslaught. He drank from me, each sip from my body wrenching another wave of insane pleasure from me.
Then, his tongue ran over my clit, and I ceased to exist.
All that was left of me was a pleasure so intense that it was painful. Unbearable.
But I had no choice but to bear it as he pushed me harder and higher.
When he finally released me, my entire body went limp on top of the bed. I had nothing left. My muscles were useless and I could barely breathe.
Before I could recover the power of speech, he tore his pants down his legs, taking his underwear with them. He was gloriously naked.
His hands went to my waist, and he flipped me over onto my belly, arranging my body exactly how he wanted. Even if I wanted to help or knew what he planned, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.
I moaned as his lips skimmed down my spine and then traveled back up to my shoulder and neck.
He reached beneath me, tilting my hips up. His cock slid inside me, slow and deep, until I arched my back to allow him deeper.
Daniel kissed my throat, his mouth tender. Where his movements had bordered on violent just moments ago, this was something different.
This was so much more than sex.
He wanted something from me, and he was telling me with his body rather than words. I tried to listen, but my mind was fuzzy.
The ferocity had faded. The only sounds in the room were our breathing and the slight creak of the bed frame as he moved in and out of me.
“Do you feel that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
