She pushes the leather down as far as she can with me still holding her neck. They make it to her knees, and it’s enough to show her glistening cunt in the moonlight.
Fuck me.It’s a sight. Absolute perfection.
My cock twitches in my pants.
Slowly, I lower the zipper and pull my cock out, tugging at it. It’s been too long since I’ve had her. And now, as a vampire, I don’t have to be gentle. I can destroy her like I crave.
Elliot licks her lips, and the gesture nearly has me coming already. She wants me just as much as she wants blood. Just as much as I want her.
“Lucian…please,” she breathes.
Her desire streaks through me, and I line myself up to her pussy and push in, sinking in right up to the balls.
There’s a sharp gasp, but then she shudders, her body stretching to accommodate me, and I start to fuck her, still gripping her neck with one hand and her hip with the other. I slam her against me, to meet me stroke for stroke.
It’s a wild ride. She’s so small compared to me that I can manipulate her body with more pressure from my hands, so I tilt her pelvis more, making her bend her back, and the position has me going deeper.
Elliot cries out.
It only makes me fuck her harder.
And then she says one thing:
“More!”
Chapter
Five
Elliot
“More?” he asks, fucking me viciously, fucking me like I never knew I wanted to be fucked.
The woods fill with the sound of our bodies slamming against each other, with his feral grunts and my moans. It’s a symphony of depravity.
A part of me hates him for doing this to me, for turning me against my wishes, for making me some kind of monster that chases a child with the intent of sucking that child dry of blood.
But the other part wants him with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
He stretches me wide with every plunge. I can feel every inch of his thick cock. It’s a mind-blowing experience, sex on another level. Euphoria. And I’m drunk on all the sensations running through me.
When he pulls out, I whimper, then moan as he shoves back in. The bark pinches and scratches against my cheek as he does so, but I don’t care. The pain only heightens the pleasure.
Like this, I’m his toy, his plaything, his possession to do what he wants and I can’t stop him.
I don’t want to stop him.
Another scream breaks free as he slams back into me, deep, and I manage to push out one word, teeth gritted. “Yes.”
As if to underline that, I lift my ass up as much as I can, and he takes the offer, picking up speed, violence, that hurts-so-good fuck I’m craving.
It’s like he’s trying to fuck the hatred out of me, and at the same time his regret for turning me, the pain of almost losing me.
I don’t know how I know this, but I do.
I’m drooling, my fingers gripping the tree for dear life, and a wave of intense pleasure spreads out, like I’m going to come. Or maybe black out.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “you can’t get enough.”
