“Because I’m not human, Viviana. You know this.” He punctuates his point with… with hispoint. “I intend to claim you in every way imaginable. Pussy. Ass. Your mouth again. I’ll fuck you from behind while my tail takes the front. Make you choke on my cock while riding my tip.”
His arm is all that keeps me standing as he demonstrates with another twirling motion inside me.
“I’m going to destroy you, regina mea.” His lips go to my ear. “And then I’m going to heal you. Again… and again… and again.”
He sinks his fangs into my neck, drawing a scream from my mouth.
I can feel his intentions electrifying the air between us, his need a dark beacon that has me quivering against him as I slide down his body. My feet touch the ground, only then reminding me that he’s been holding me this whole time. Carrying me like I weigh nothing. Embracing me like I meaneverything.
“Do you want me to kneel?” I ask.
“No.” He palms my cheek, his lips still against my neck as he gently kisses the mark he’s left there from his fangs. “I want you to undo my pants, pet. Slowly.Carefully.” That part is issued asa growl against my throat, one I take to heart as I grab hold of his athletically lean hips.
I’ve had him in my mouth, his thick length a pulse against my tongue.
Yet something about this makes me nervous. Intimidated.Excited.
Because he’s giving me permission to… touch him. At least, in my own way. Not as a demand, necessarily. More of an invitation.
And it’s one I eagerly accept as I unfasten his belt, pop open the button, and pull down the zipper.
Warmth floods through me as I grasp him with my hand, his cock hot and heavy against my palm. It’s not what he told me to do. But his growl of approval goes right to my clit.
“Kiss me,” I say, begging him with my words. “Please kiss me, Ciprian.”
He draws his lips up to my mouth and claims me in a heartbeat, his tongue mastering mine in a single sweep as he grasps my nape. I moan against him, already lost to the sensations he’s unleashing between my legs.
When he grabs one of my breasts, I nearly come apart at the seams.
He has me so pent up, so ready, and this shower just started.
Taking hold of his pants, I push them down, then sigh with contentment as he kicks them off along with his shoes.
But he’s still partly dressed.
I don’t ask for permission, simply release his dick and start working on his jacket.
It falls to the floor with a wet plop.
Then I go for the buttons on his shirt—a shirt that’s clinging to him like a second skin.
Solid muscle exists beneath the clothes. Muscle and hot, hardman.
I tear my mouth from his to see the torso I’ve revealed, my gaze roaming over him in open appreciation. Becausewow. “Whydo you wear clothes?” I demand. “Ciprian, you’re… you’re…”
“Very aroused and ready to fuck,” he tells me, his tail flaring so wide inside me that I lose my balance.
And suddenly I’m in the air and against the wall again, his appendage leaving my heat.
“Open for me, pet,” he says.
I part my lips, thinking he means my mouth.
However, he reaches between us and presses his cock to my entrance. “Open,” he says, and I realize he wants my legs to spread impossibly wider.
I’m not sure I’m flexible enough for what he’s saying, but I try, my thighs tensing as I do my best to spread myself as wide as I can for him.
It’s only achievable because his lower half is literally holding me against the wall, imprisoning me with his massive form and strong build.
