“Blaise, what are you…” she tries to say, but I swallow her words with a sweep of my tongue, biting her bottom lip until a guttural moan escapes her.
“You need a distraction, moonlight. I don’t know how to ground you any other way.”
She pushes my chest with a huff, tilting her chin up.
“I’m fine, Blaise. I don’t need a distraction.”
I lift her shaky fingers to my lips, sucking two of them into my mouth, grazing my fangs on her knuckles.
“Everyone needs a distraction, little pixie. Nothing wrong with that.”
She bites her lip, looking like she wants to argue with me further, but her body is unwinding in my grasp, arching subtly toward me, chasing the very thing she says she doesn’t need.
“That’s it, little pixie. Let go.”
Her azure gaze pierces through me like a sharpened spear, and as fear grips me with the thought that I’ve fucked up and she’ll push me away completely, she nods slowly, her eyes slanting in mirrored arousal.
“Fear does make for a powerful aphrodisiac, pretty boy,” she purrs, wrapping her legs around me and grinding on my growing erection. “Might be just whatwe bothneed.”
Damn this female.
We’re covered head to toe in gore, and the only thing I can think about is to fuck the anxiety out of her system. I kiss her with renewed determination,wrapping my tongue around her own, pushing my hips harder into the apex of her thighs.
She moans in my mouth, the vibration shooting straight for my groin. I fumble with the leather laces of her skin-tight pants, cursing internally her choice of attire. A dress might not be appropriate for prisoner torture, but these constricting, intricate leathers are atrocious for spontaneous sex on a staircase.
“Faster, Blaise,” she complains breathily. “I need you inside now.”
My already fraying composure snaps at her wanton tone, and I hook my fingers in the waistband of her pants and rip them down the middle. My trousers fall to the ground next.
“Blaise!” she exclaims, half in shock, half in amusement.
“Don’t tell me such things, moonlight, and not expect me to go all brute vampire on you.”
I impale her on the next breath, my hips snapping forcefully until I’m buried to the hilt inside her. Her cunt clenches around me like a serpent choking its prey, and I slam my mouth on hers, my tongue fucking her mouth with the same crazed pace as my cock rams inside her. I snake a hand around her throat and squeeze; the air leaving her lungs on an ecstatic wail.
“I wish you could see how good my fingers look around your perfect little throat.”
She instantly wraps her hand around my neck, squeezing just as viciously.
“Mine look even prettier on yours,” she hums against my lips. “Now be a good boy and fuck me like you just murdered that prisoner, savage and without remorse.”
I pound into her harder, slamming her into the stone wall with such force that it cracks, spiderweb lines going in all directions. My vision blurs from how tightly she’s squeezing me. This is no gentle lovemaking. It’s two dominants pushing and pulling, chasing the other into submission with no avail. We’re equally built, neither gaining the upper hand over the other.
As she clamps down on my jaw, her blunt teeth piercing the skin lightly, my balls tighten in pleasure and pain, and a thought occurs to me in the haze of impending rapture.
I’ve met mymatch.And I will turn this realm upside down to keep her. There is nowhere in existence that she could go and I wouldn’t follow.
This is not just a transient fling. It’s both the starting line and the finish line for me.
I press my thumb to her nub, my movements matching the fevered frenzy of our hips, and she rolls her eyes until I can see the whites.
“That’s it, I’m coming,” she screams, her body convulsing in my arms. Thank fuck, because I’m bursting at the seams, her orgasm triggering mine, and as my cock throbs inside her, filling her with my cum, I can’t help but envision her again gorgeously swollen with my children. It’s an impossible delusion I can’t shake from my brain, so I let it painfully unfold, a longing ache forming between my ribs.
“That was…cathartic,” she murmurs with a kiss on the same spot where she bit me in the throes of passion. “Now hand me your shirt, pretty boy, because no way I am walking through the castle with this thoroughly fucked appearance and my pants ripped down the middle.”
I let out a satisfied laugh.
“Whatevermylittle pixie wants.”
