Then she shocks me. She fucking moans. No sound has ever rattled me more. It’s like a siren song.
I hold her tighter, squeezing her as close as I can at this angle, her back against my chest.
“More. More, War.”
The nickname has a whimper slipping out of my lips. They don’t leave her throat as I adjust her on my lap. Her full ass is pressed against my now fully alert cock, now that I’ve fed.
I’m about to remove my fangs. I haven’t taken too much, not even close. I don’t know why I doubted myself with Ember, I’d never take it too far.
But then her hand snakes around my neck, tugging me closer to her throat.
“Don’t stop. Fuck. Touch me. I’m so close. Holy Hecate,” she says breathlessly.
Touch? She’ll let me fucking touch?
With both hands, I cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading her considerable tits that I’m bedeviled by. They’re more than a handful, and all I can imagine is sinking my teeth into one while I fuck her. I can’t help it when I grind against her ass.
Her warmth, her sounds, everything about this witch is fucking addictive.
I was obsessed before, but now? Now I’m absolutely, devastatingly impassioned by everything that is Ember Hallow. I’d fantasized about having her like this, her freely giving me her blood, but I never conceptualized what it would be like to actually have her.
She fucking owns me and I’m a wholly eager prisoner to her capture.
Ember grinds back on my lap and she whimpers, grabbing one of my hands and sliding it down her front, over her soft stomach and under her bunched up dress.
“More. Please. Please, War.”
My witch is begging for me and I’m fucking wrecked over it. I want to take the gloves off, feel her wet heat against myfingers, but there’s not enough time. I need to stop feeding. I’m barely drawing in any blood right now, but it seems to be an aphrodisiac for us both.
Instead, I slide her panties to the side, the tips of my fingers dragging down her slit, feeling the wetness even through the leather.
I’ve barely circled her clit as her fingernails dig into my neck, drawing my mouth even closer to her throat.
“Suck. Hard. Now,” she demands.
I moan as I do what she says, toying with her pussy, strumming my fingers against her clit, not penetrating her under the current circumstances, but little does she know I’d fuck her, devour her, any time of the month.
It happens so fast, her head falling against my shoulder and her thighs quaking as she shudders out her release. Her body trembles against mine as I hold her close.
Never in my life have I felt as strong as I do now. I’m gentle as I pull my fangs away from her throat, licking a trail up the column of her neck to the back of her ear.
My one hand is splayed against her stomach as I bring the other from her pussy to my lips. She watches. Those big beautiful green eyes don’t blink as I put my gloved fingers in my mouth, tasting her pussy for the first time.
Her full lips part, her heart still racing from the excitement, the feeding, and her orgasm. The scent of her arousal and blood is entrancing. I’m nearly about to come in my pants as her flavor hits my tongue.
Her blood and come paints my tongue and I can’t help but to savor it, my eyes shutting as I hum around my fingers.
I slip my fingers out of my mouth, bite the glove, tugging it off my hand as I prick my finger with a fang. I drag my blood over her throat, healing the wound before bringing the finger to her mouth.
“Suck,” I tell her.
She shocks me by being obedient, parting her lips and never looking away from me. She sucks on my finger and all sense of control leaves me as I jolt against her ass, my release spilling in my pants.
Ember gasps as I pull my finger out of her mouth and we’re both panting now.
“My blood will heal any of your injuries from earlier. But we should probably look you over for any pieces of glass,” I tell her, and she blinks at me.
Her hand slides up to her throat, her fingers trailing over her now perfectly smooth skin where I bit her.
