I throw my head back, and it collides with his.
“Fuck, Monty.” He growls, but instead of his grip loosening, his fingers tighten, lighting a fire over my scalp.
With the one hand still in my hair, he grabs my leg with the other and forces it out so he can settle between my thighs. My dress rips even more to expose all of me, and I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Get off me,” I manage to get out, but it’s only half-hearted. Because I’m throbbing—not just my clit but every part of me—and I know I’m wet. I can feel it on my thighs as the breeze turns my juices there sticky.
His weight lifts suddenly, as with the hold on my head, but when I try to push up, his arm comes down to shove me back down.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Lucian goes to his knees, and he pulls me up by the thighs, diving down between them. His tongue is on my clit, sliding through my lips, and electricity shoots through me as thunder rumbles above.
He runs his fangs over the sensitive flesh, and I whimper, arching up.
Hate him? Hell, I hatemyself.
His tongue pushes into me, licking up as his fingers join, sliding in, stretching and rubbing on my G-spot in a torturous rhythm.
And then he sucks hard on my clit.
An orgasm rises up from nowhere and hits me hard, making me spasm and contract. I don’t want it to end.
The only thing that would make this better would be his blood in my mouth, that extra level of euphoria. But he pulls away, and before I can plant my palms on the ground, his cock shoves into my pussy, slamming all the way home.
I scream.
“Lucian!”
“You wanted the monster, Monty,” he says, using his grasp on my hips to tilt my pelvis and push even farther in. Pain explodes, quickly followed by waves of indescribable pleasure. “I’ll fucking give you the monster.”
Then he fucks me without mercy, making me almost eat a mouthful of dirt with his hammering thrusts. In this position, ass high, I’m his to do with as he wishes, his to take, to own, to destroy.
Each time he pulls almost out and then punches back in with his cock, the jarring motion makes me drool, makes me ripple and contract in mini orgasms. The hurt is good,so good.It’s perfection, and I just despise him more.
He took everything from me, including my life.
And now…
Now he’s taking the rest, making me a fool, claiming me as his in every sense of the word.
I want him to devour me. I want his fangs deep in my veins.
Sex with Lucian has always been good, but this…this is another level.
I rub on the ground as he slams into me. All I can do is push back, show him with my body that I want more. I want everything he has to give.
His balls slap me, and I’m so full, so stretched as his cock beats inside me. Black dots dance before my eyes, and for a second I’m afraid I might pass out. Can someone die from too much pleasure? Because I think I might be close.
My pussy is wracked with pulsating throbs as he leans forward and slides an arm around my middle, like he’s trying to get even farther into me. The strong scent of his blood fills my nose, and I’m so close to coming again that everything is tingling. So close?—
He drags my head up and twists it to the side. Then he sinks his fangs deep into my throat.
It’s orgasmic, like nothing else. Deep, wild waves of insane pleasure overtake me, and I cry out. My voice echoes all around him, and I can feel his growl vibrate against my neck as he sucks and sucks. It intensifies the orgasm, and I think my entire body’s going to come apart when he rips his mouth away and drops me back into the dirt, pulling his cock out.
I struggle, trying to turn, when he flips me onto my back and plunges into me again without warning or mercy.
Warm blood coats my neck and shoulder, and when I peer up at him, I see that his lips are painted crimson from the bite and the blood he took from me. His shocking blue eyes bore into mine, never wavering.
