I fisted him, remembering the incredible girth of this man, and pumped him a few times. He answered with his fingers finding my channel and plunging in and twisting.
My back arched up off the bed, and a cry of pleasure flew from me. “Yes, oh, Gods and stars, yes. Dorian. Please.”
“This isn’t going to be sweet.”
I stared right into his eyes. “Fuck me into the mattress.”
A moan escaped him at my words, and his fingers were gone from me.
Not a heartbeat later, his cock was in me as deep as it could be. My groan was not quiet, and a long, meaningful, “Yesss!” escaped with it.
My hands were back on his ass, and I held on. I brought my leg up to rest on his waist, giving him full access to my depths.
“I missed this,” he gasped between thrusts.
“Me too.”
His hips pistoned his erection into me, hitting deep within and dragging back, pulling over my clit and making my breath catch and my body shake.
Dorian jerked my shirt up with his magic, and his mouth descended on my nipple through the fabric of the bra. His teeth found the pearled peak and bit, not softly but with caring and desire.
“Oh, gods, Dorian!” I gasped.
My heart galloped in my chest, and I couldfeelDorian’s blood thrumming through his veins.
He looked up at me from where he was sucking and playing with my covered breast. Slowly he lifted from there and stretched up, hovering over me completely.
Little nibbles and sucks covered the shell of my ear, and Dorian’s breath slid over me like silk, carrying words I never thought I would hear from him.
“Bite me, Kimber.”
A sharp little gasp escaped me, but he caught my lips and stole my breath instead.
“Are you sure?” I murmured.
“Yes, woman. Yes. Bite me. Show me what this amazing pleasure is that everyone comes calling for.” He tilted his head and gave me free access to the column of his gorgeous corded neck.
My fangs dropped of their own accord, and I pressed gently against the artery that carried his blood from his heart. I closed my lips around him and pulled.
“Holy shit!” He screamed and arched up, slamming into me once, again, a third time. I felt his cock pulse, and the heat of his cum spread inside me.
Between that and the heady taste of his powerful ancient blood in my mouth, my climax ripped out of me with a scream. I barely released his neck before I did.
For the first time since my fangs had dropped, I made a mess of my meal. I darted back in to seal the wound and clean the blood from his neck, shoulder, and chest.
Dorian’s arms shook as he stared down at me, making delighted little sounds with each taste of his skin and blood.
There was a grunt from the chair in the corner.
Dorian and I whipped our heads to the side in time to see Aiko’s cock erupt with his cum as he thrust into his own fist.
“Well,” I smiled.
He slumped back in the chair, then opened his eyes sheepishly. The utterly debauched look he was sporting—with the a fist full of his own cum, his pants barely pulled open, hair a mess—was a good look for him.
Aiko shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Dorian let out a laugh. “Filthy voyeur.”
“I would have joined if you had asked.”
I grunted at the very idea.
“Clean up, vampire,” Dorian said. He looked down at me. “Maybe a shower is in order for all of us?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “All of us? At once?”
