He pressed the tip of his cock against me, lining it up with my vulva.
I glanced down to look, but he grabbed my face and made me look at him. “Don’t. It’ll hurt more if you do that.” He quickly locked our lips as he pushed slowly inside.
My yelp was muffled by his mouth. I squirmed beneath him, and his hands gripped my waist, digging his fingers into my skin.
“Silas—” No other words would come. Not one coherent thought crossed my mind.
He pushed until he hit the back. I could feel it with a sharp sting. Tears welled in my vision, and I tilted my head. I had never felt something so full inside me. The heat was doing little to relax my tension. My body was struggling to adjust, and I was afraid to move. Against his advice, I looked down. He was not even fully inside yet.
Dear God, how is this sustainable?
I was unsure I could take any more, even if I wanted to. It relieved me when I remembered the dangerous spines on the underside of his base. It made sense now how he was not able to use them on anyone. I did not think it could reach if he tried.
After a long pause to allow me to adjust, he pulled out, then pushed back in steadily.
My breath hitched in a whimper as I hid my face in his neck.
“Relax.” His voice strained as he rolled his hips, pulling out slowly before burying it back inside.
“It hurts,” I cried softly, my legs shaking.
“I know, I know,” he soothed me. “Let it out,cryfor me.” He picked up his pace. The wetness slicked down his cock and allowed his movements more ease.
As he thrusted, I could feel myself slowly getting used to the girth, allowing him to bury deeper with every movement, though the pain did not go away. I would not complain. I found that the pain was part of what made it feel so intense.
I fell back and gripped the fur blanket beneath me as he lowered his hips between my legs. He kissed and sucked at my neck, leaving sweet nips at my skin. Once again asking for permission, his eyes looking up at me expectantly.
“Please . . .” I begged.
Upon hearing my pleas, he let his fangs flick forward, hovering over that hot spot on my neck. He either hesitated or had trouble doing both at once.
“Please, Silas.” I craved him. “Bite me.”
The sensation of needles piercing my skin was quick and sharp. I cried out.
The pain was worse than I thought. My veins were on fire,accompanied by the feeling of long puncturing teeth buried deep in my flesh.
A low growl escaped him as he fed. My blood was rushing from inside, escaping me in a draining sense. My body shuddered, in shock at the pain that was gripping my neck. His jaw tightened. My mouth fell open, unsure if a moan or a cry would come out if I allowed it.
A wave of something washed over me when he clamped down harder. It was not unlike the numbness after alcohol against a fresh wound, followed by the fervor of drunken delirium. Opium, absinthe, cocaine, nothing compared to whatever high came from the bite. The pain slowly faded from my neck, but I could feel everything else more intensely than ever.
His thrusts became harder, sending an electric pang up my spine every time he penetrated me.
Tears streamed down my face from pure ecstasy. It was like morphine was replacing the blood I was undoubtedly losing. My entire body was overwhelmed with quakes.
He let go of my neck, blood dripping down his chin as he licked over the wound, pulling me up into his lap as he sat back on his heels. He shoved my hips forcefully down on his thick cock.
I shouted and threw my head back, steadying myself as I dug my nails into his shoulders, my hips grinding against him. It was like I was chasing a high, wanting to be completely submerged in him, no matter the risk of drowning. I craved to be filled with him in every place I could, wanting more and more of it. Before I knew it, I was taking in his full length.
“How does it feel?” He mocked my tone from earlier. “Describe it to me.”
“H-hot,” I stuttered. “I’m burning.”
“What else?” he murmured into my ear, forcing my hips down again.
I let out a lustful sob, dragging my nails across his skin.
“Don’t say that it hurts. I know that’s not what you feel,” he crooned.
