“Are you going to come all over my cock, sunshine? Mark it as yours?” I ask.
Her lips part, her eyes going hazy as she does just that. Ember clenches around me, milking my cock, and there’s nothing left for me to do but follow suit. Trembling, I finish, cum filling her magical, sweet cunt.
She’s panting, her wet hair stuck to her face and shoulders as I lean forward and take her lips against mine.
“You’re mine forever, witch, no matter how long that is,” I say against her mouth.
She doesn’t respond with words, just nods as she kisses me again. I turn the shower off and carry her over to the bedroom, a trail of water in our wake. Ember’s lips don’t leave mine.
I’m about to toss her onto the bed, spill that potion down her throat, and fulfill my promise of finally drinking from her perfect tits, when she whispers something, her wand careening toward her hand.
She flicks it with a little spell and suddenly we’re both completely dry.
I smile as I kiss her again.
“That’s extremely handy. Why don’t you fetch your potion while you’re at it, witch?”
“You’re insatiable,” she says with absolutely no heat, because she is too.
It’s like no matter how many times I have her, it won’t be enough. No matter how many inches of our skin touch, I can’t get closer. There’s no world where Ember Hallow doesn’t consume my thoughts.
“How do you feel about Ember Auclair?” I ask her, taking her off guard as the potion comes whipping through the room and landing in her hand, as I toss her on the bed, climbing up her marvelous body.
“I could be convinced,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
“Is that so?”
She adjusts us so that she’s now on top, and I can’t focus, not as her tits hang right in front of my face.
Ember uncorks the potion, tossing the cork across the room as she swallows it down, her throat bobbing while she does. She doesn’t hiss at the taste, and actually licks her lips after, which pleases me.
“Now. What was I promised?” she asks.
I grab her ass, shifting her on my length, rubbing her wet pussy that’s dripping with my cum over myself.
“Hmm. I think ladies first, right?” I ask, squeezing her left cheek for good measure before bringing my hand to my chest.
I could bite my wrist, prick my finger, but the idea of her lips against my flesh sucking my blood has me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. I know when she’s had my blood, she’ll be voracious. I want her to orgasm with my blood in her system and hers in mine. I need to be part of her in every fucking way I can.
With my free hand, I open the nightstand, grabbing the lancet ring, and slicing a small cut on the base of my throat.
Ember looks at me with wide, green eyes.
I toss the ring onto the nightstand and trail my hand up to her spine until I have a fistful of her hair, bringing her mouth to my throat.
She’s hesitant as her tongue swipes against my skin, but quickly she becomes ravenous, her full lips pressed against my skin as she drinks.
I can’t help it as my cock leaks and I thrust myself against her pussy lips.
This witch is mine in every way I can have her.
Chapter 38
As I swallow down Warin’s blood, I feel my wounds from my escape healing, and it fuels every inch of my body with a sense of desire.
Nothing I’ve ever done in my life compares to this feeling. I’m not sure if I should feel ashamed about how much I like drinking my vampire’s blood. It’s not like it sustains me in the same way, but it fills me with something else.
Unfiltered want.
