Oh, God. Penny felt him push her slick walls apart, and she fought the urge to sit up. She wanted him in deeper. More. But she needed to keep herself hunched to his lips, her head shielding him from the shower and the scant inches of water that were now fleeing down the drain.
He moaned around the blood in his mouth and brought his pelvis up, sheathing every inch of him inside of her, feeling her dripping sex leave a wet kiss on his taut sack.
“Yes! Ohhhh, God, yes.” Penny knew he understood her. Didn’t even have to talk. Or make sense. Today had not made a lot of sense in the conventional fashion, but it had been pretty damn enlightening, anyway.
His color and strength were returning like magic. And so was hers, no longer chalky, no longer sunburnt, simply her normal, beautiful color. Was it the end of the spell outside, or the fact that shared blood had somehow saved them both?
They would care later. Later, when she wasn’t whimpering in pleasure against his chest, digging her nails in and grazing his nipples.
“I love you. Oh, fuck, yes, I love when you let me inside. Love when you let me love you,” Brax snarled out, chest reverberating with a happy, lustful growl.
“Brax!” Just a desperate sigh of his name when his hands slammed onto her ass and kept her impaled as she inched closer to a climax.
“I’m yours now, you know. Your gift, fed on your blood. Your pretty pet vampire, if that’s what you want, or your partner in whatever you want in life. Both. Neither. Everything.”
He sounds high.
Apparently, the filtration system on her mouth hadn’t fully resurfaced. “Are you high?”
“I never had bloodgivento me by someone before. Not by someone really human. Never had a gift, only stolen, or given a defiled version. Nothing sweet, and pure, and perfect like this,” he moaned, looking up at her with blood-tinged lips.
I want to give him this again—but it’s still not a real bite, not with fangs. I want to see what that’s like. Feel what that’s like—with him, only with Brax.Penny hesitated, wondering how in the world she was supposed to explain that, that she wanted to cross the final line, to feel him opening his gift in a sharp, deadly way—the ultimate trust exercise. Hell, how was she supposed to explain anything while being battered with this hot, pounding rhythm that was the only pleasurable heat she had felt all day? “I love this, love doing this with you, Brax. Oh, ohhh-” her eyes suddenly widened as she felt herself losing all thoughts, letting only feelings rule. “Oh, shit! Brax!”
“Yeah, baby,” he growled, “so fucking hot.”
“No, not like that. Well, yes, also that. But you’re warm now.”
“And that’s bad because?”
Her cheeks flushed. “No. Not bad. I was just thinking about something. Our experiment.”That’s the one thing I bring up right now? Did I actually ask him if vampire cum was cold?Recall was met with mental shudders of embarrassment.Shouldn’t have tried to hold onto the thoughts so hard.
He laughed at her pink-cheeked pout. “I’ll go back outside and freeze myself all over again if you want.”
“No... I don’t want that.” She bounced on him harder, pout vanishing. He gasped and arched under her, thrusting back against her.
STRONGER OR NOT, THISwasn’t working as much as he wanted. Brax held Penny in place on his cock, marveling that his pretty little innocent was swallowing every inch of him. “Hold on.”
“Why are we stop—ooh!”
Brax abruptly changed their position, sitting them on the edge of the tub. Penny’s hands raked the shower curtain away so it didn’t stick to his back. She rocked happily astride him, his hands corseted around her back to keep her from falling.
“I don’t actually care if it’s hot or cold. I like when you’re warm. You feel better.”
“Thought you craved this big, bendy ice pack?” he teased with his voice, he teased with his hands, fingertips finding nipples and rolling them as she arched.
“I mean, youfeelbetter. You don’t hurt. I never...” It was weird. She had threatened him, she had feared him, she had wanted to leave him and everyone like him... And now, her throat was suddenly tight. “I hope I never see you hurting again. Ever again.”
“Mutual, Pen. But if it’s for you... doesn’t hurt. I told you that.”
“No dice. No more cold Brax.”
She was sweet. Blood was sweet, juice was sweet. He could inhale her, and the steam made it a thousand times more potent, carried it up, and bathed him in the scent. He would live on her delectable juices if he could. Said juices were making her slip against him as she increased her tempo, clinging harder.
This was the real stuff. Wet, messy, losing yourself in the other. Brax made an effort to bring thought to the forefront, telling sensation to give him a moment. “You okay, Penny?”
She nodded, unspeaking, head coming to rest aside his so he couldn’t see her face.
Her pussy spasmed, pounding and pulsing as she suddenly moved back to lock her eyes on his. Her fingers dug gently into the nape of his neck and then clamped down, holding him still between kisses.
