Maggie, in her sexual haze, didn’t even hesitate. She took his wrist and guided his hand to her mouth. “Let me…” she told him and then she thoroughly sucked her juices off each of his fingers in turn.
A feral growl was the only warning she got. In the next second, Anatoly had pinned her to the bed and was kissing her with passionate fervor. His tongue teased her lips apart and plunged into the depths of her mouth even as she hooked her leg around his waist to draw him closer to her core.
Their desperation for each other was matched. Maggie tried to guide their bodies into position as best as she could, but at this point Anatoly was in control of the pace. Something primal had come over him, his instincts taking charge in a way that had Maggie trembling with desire. The only time she pushed him away was to suck in a quick breath of air and then she was eagerly kissing him again.
All of this and he still hadn’t penetrated her. The ache was almost too much to bear and, head buzzing with need, Maggie couldn’t help but beg. “Please, take me, Anatoly!”
He responded by biting her ear and tugging roughly at the delicate lobe enough that she let out a shaky yelp. But he didn’t ignore her plea.
One moment his cock was grinding against her inner thigh and in the next, she felt the tip slide along her opening. Whether on purpose or accident, he glided the shaft along her slit, coating himself in her juices and then finally, when she thought she might lose her mind with yearning, Anatoly thrust into her.
Chapter Forty-Four
He felt Maggie’s back arch and heard her gasping moan as finally they became one flesh. Anatoly shuddered at the almost overwhelming sensations of warmth and friction that washed over him. His body took control, guiding him by instinct as he began to stroke gently into her.
Maggie clung to his back and shoulders, her nails digging into his skin and creating a delicious contrast to the intense pleasure of their love making. He groaned her name, whispering sweet nothings in Russian. He rested his forehead against hers, their noses bumping, hot breath mingling.
As a vampire, he didn’t need air to survive, but the habit remained especially in moments like this when everything he did was done out of instinct. His mind was almost entirely blank save for thoughts and memories of Maggie. She consumed him, even as he filled her again and again.
Their bodies moved as one, and as their passions grew, Anatoly felt an intensity of emotion he’d never experienced before. His chest was tight with affection and the words that spilled from his mouth like water from a broken faucet were laced with desire and longing. He didn’t want this moment to end and yet he knew they were barreling toward the finish line together at break-neck speed.
In an effort to prolong their pleasure, he started to slow his pace again, but Maggie whined beneath him. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m close.”
She sounded so breathless and needy, Anatoly couldn’t help but oblige her request. With a groan, he redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her with renewed vigor until he began to feel that he too was close to the grand finale.
Holding himself back, Anatoly focused entirely on Maggie. He kissed her, nipped her soft neck, tangled his fingers in her hair, and paid special attention to every reaction.
Eventually, his efforts were rewarded as Maggie climaxed in a rush of trembling moans. He found he didn’t mind the swear words she gasped and he especially enjoyed the way her whole body tensed beneath him.
His mind was a hazy mess of coalescing pleasure, and his cock throbbed, aching for its own release, but still he held himself back.
Acting purely on impulse, Anatoly withdrew suddenly from Maggie. She immediately shook her head, trying to coax him back into her embrace, but his vampiric nature was in charge now and he didn’t relent. Instead, he guided her onto her belly and, once she realized it was just a position change, she lifted her hips up to give him better access.
“You are mine now,” he panted, struggling more than usual to form English words. “I vow never will I forsake you…”
Maggie moaned his name in response and he shuddered at how lewd she sounded. No one else would ever hear such noises. She was his and nothing short of being dusted would keep him away from her. The thought that she might someday come to reject him didn’t even enter his mind.
He could sense her heart pounding rapidly, pumping precious blood through her veins, and he was powerless to resist the urge to taste her again. His fangs pierced into her shoulder, eliciting a startled whimper from Maggie that turned swiftly into a shuddering moan. Hot blood flowed into his mouth and he gulped it down greedily as he continued to thrust into his lover.
“Anatoly, I’m coming again,” Maggie cried and sure enough, her slick tunnel tightened around his shaft as her body twitched beneath him.
Despite trying to prolong the moment, Anatoly couldn’t hold back any longer. He forced his mouth away from Maggie as his own orgasm ripped through him. It had been a very long time since he had indulged his own sexuality and the sudden relief wiped his mind of all conscious thought. There was only the intense pleasure shattering him into hundreds of tiny pieces and Maggie putting him back together again.
He was unsure how much time passed. Seconds? Minutes? But when he finally returned to the bedroom the first thing he became aware of was Maggie’s ragged breathing. Then he realized he hadn’t sealed the wound he’d bitten into her shoulder, and he leaned down intending to do so, when she stopped him.
“Leave it…” she panted.
“You are sure?” The words came from his own mouth, but they sounded so distant. As his cock twitched the last bit of cum into her, Anatoly longed only to gather Maggie into his arms and never let go.
Maggie nodded and that was good enough for him. Leaving his mark on her pleased him more than he cared to admit.
At this point he collapsed onto the bed beside her, adjusting so he was on his back. Maggie shifted closer to him, and in seconds, they were cuddling on the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs.
Neither of them spoke, there simply was no need, and even if he could think of something to say, he wasn’t sure his mouth could form coherent English. Exhaustion was tugging at his mind now, even though he had just fed, everything that had happened tonight was catching up to him.
It must have been for Maggie as well, especially given the blood loss. So he focused on tracing his fingertips up and down her arm in slow, tender patterns. He couldn’t sleep, but he could relax mentally, letting himself recharge even as his amazing woman dozed at his side.
Anatoly was surprised that there was no guilt, no shame. Only peace and satisfaction. He kissed the top of Maggie’s head, adjusting slightly so he could more fully wrap her up in his embrace. She mumbled something unintelligible and didn’t open her eyes.
