Page 63 of Crimson Tears


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“Suit yourself,” I mumbled with a lust haze seeping into my soul. “Condom?”

“Vampires and demons can’t conceive without a ritual blessed by a witch,” he told me. “And we’re supernatural, so no diseases.”

“That’s fucking convenient.”

His lips descended on mine, and I moaned into his mouth as his free hand trailed down my sides. “Lilith,” he growled my name as he shoved his fingers into the front of my panties.

His fingertips grazed my clit and my hips bucked in response.

“Sensitive?” he mused, pressing against my clit and moving in circles.

“Apparently,” I whimpered, trying to jerk out of his hold. “Let me touch you.”

He released my wrists and cupped my cheek, forcing me to look at him. “I want you, but it doesn’t mean anything has changed.”

Rolling my eyes, I brought my arms back down and slid a hand into the waistband of his pants and boxers and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his thick cock. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

He throbbed against my palm as a moan slipped from his throat.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulled it over his head, exposing the hard hollows of his abs along with the scar.

I moved forward and pressed a kiss to the center of it, and Thaddeus shivered under my touch. I let him go as I reached back to unclasp my bra.

His fingers moved under the straps and slid it the rest of the way off, exposing my breasts. My nipples tightened with the cold air of the room.

A primal growl tore from his chest as his eyes trailed over each one. “You’re bloody gorgeous.”

My heart thumped hard, and he smirked. Pushing up off the bed, he took his pants and boxers off. His thick alabaster cock was so hard it almost reached up to his belly button.

I bit my lip as silky heat flooded my system, and wetness pooled between my legs. “Perfect.”

Thaddeus wasted no time. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulled them off before closing the distance. His bare chest moved against mine as he slid up my body, setting my nerve endings on fire.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I said in a breathless voice meant to be snarky.

“That so?” Gripping the sides of my thighs, he plunged inside me with one smooth, forceful thrust that made me cry out.

My grip on his shoulders tightened. He felt so fucking good, but he was so big. My walls throbbed around him as they got used to his size.

He started rocking his hips back and forth into mine with deep, calculated strokes that sent me into overdrive. “You’re so tight.”

I tucked my face into the crook of his neck and moaned.

His coffee scent surrounded me, and a sweet arousal smell sunk into my being as he pounded into my core with a rhythm. Desperate moans fell from my lips as friction started building inside me.

“I never thought I’d hear you sound like that,” he groaned in my ear.

“Like what?”

He pulled back a bit to meet my lidded gaze. “Like you need something from me.”

“I need a lot from you right about now,” I murmured as his hand came up to palm my breast, thumb flicking over the nipple to elicit another moan from me. “Go harder.”

He groaned, picking up speed and making sure to hit deep and hard with his strokes. “Hard enough?”

“Fucking harder, Thaddeus.”

He slowed his speed and hit harder, hips smacking against mine almost painfully. His strength and speed were fucking insane. The mattress formed to my body under pressure, and the bed slid back and forth, digging into the drywall.