Page 93 of Blood of the Fairest

Eager to be bare with her at last, I continue to kiss her more fiercely than I should allow myself while I remove my trousers. Verena has been lost to the kiss, but when my painfully hard cock nudges her bare thigh, she breaks away.

Her breath comes in pants as she blinks down at it, her lips swollen from my demands.

"Oh."

Her nervous tone makes me murmur against her cheek, "It will fit."

She still stares at the proof of my great need for her, but I cannot bear the pounding within my veins without touching her more. My hand returns to her smooth skin, cupping her hip.

I kiss down her neck, tracing her collarbone with my tongue, aware of the stick of drying blood against my jaw.

She must be aware of it, too, for she suddenly takes my face in her hands, redirecting me so she can lick my jaw clean.

"Fuck," Verena breathes, her breath coasting down my neck. "I just need another taste."

The way her bare thigh presses against my engorged cock is enough to make my whisper strained.

"Take it. Bite me. Use me however you⁠—"

My words cut off with a sharp gasp of pained pleasure as Verena's fangs sink into my shoulder.

Her hands tangle in my hair, twisting with greed as she draws me down onto her until I am trying not to crush her atop the bed.

Verena feeds from me in earnest once more, her arms wrapping behind my neck as my vision blurs once again. Her soft moan of pleasure makes my eyes roll shut.

This intense feeding consumes all ability to think. It is only when her thigh rubs insistently against my bare length once more that I jolt, shocked at how near I already am to spending.

"Verena," I whisper as my head swims. "Slow down. I must please you first. I⁠—"

With a needy sound of frustration, she releases me again⁠—

And then her teeth sink into the side of my neck.

At once, my battle is lost. My cock pulses wildly, a maelstrom of pleasure seizing my being.

Through the sharp rapture of my release and the pleasure encompassing my mind, I feel Verena suddenly go still. Her teeth release me, but her mouth is still near my neck when she speaks.

"Did…did you just come?"

"Come?" I repeat, my heart still pounding.

Verena pulls away from my neck to peer down between us, blinking at the mess I have made. My spend pools on the sheets, dripping from her beautiful thigh.

I relish the sight so much that I have the beastly desire to cover her all over in my pleasure night and day.

"Fuck, that's hot." She buries her face against my neck again, lapping at the blood there. "I can't believe you came that much from a little thigh action."

Nor can I. Normally, I last much longer in the first session, but her feeding robbed me of all control.

I am still hard as my hand travels back up her pliant, smooth body to squeeze one of her enticing breasts. I dislike that I gave in to my pleasure before her, when all I can think of is making her moan.

My people pride themselves on bringing great pleasure to their bed partners. It's considered both a privilege and a responsibility—especially for the men, who far outnumber the women and know how prized and sought-after a woman's trust and vulnerability are.

If Verena will let me, I vow to give her more pleasure than any lover she may have known before.

I will have her weeping until she lies in a satisfied daze in my arms.

But first, I need this siren to dictate how I take her this first time. If my desire for her is not harnessed by her orders and therefore by my pledge, I am bound to fuck her far too roughly—and with the difference in our size, she may be hurt.