Page 152 of Lured By Shadows

“I know when you lie. Your little human heart gives you away. Not to mention the way your arousal seeps into the air; it drives me wild.”

Slowly, he leaned forward until my back hit the mattress, and I lay underneath him, his body a cage of want and need. His cock wedged between my thighs, nestled against where my thigh and cunt met, the electricity of him searing against me. I let my hands fall above my head, knuckling into the sheets as I stared up at him, my chest rising and falling in shallow, eager breaths.

I bit my lip, doing something a little daring.

My hips swayed, and I felt his thick length press against my inner thigh, sliding against the fold of my pussy, the friction making me clench around nothing.

“Oh, Gods.” His eyes closed momentarily, a shudder running through his frame.

I stumbled on my words for a second, my body arching into him, pressing my core harder against his length. But I couldn’t give in yet. I needed to know one more thing.

“What was that picture then?”

His eyes snapped open and stared directly into my soul, piercing through the haze of lust.

“I was eating,” Culver responded, his voice low and rough. “Most likely. I cannot remember, truthfully, but I would not listen much to Kiera. She is—”

He inhaled sharply as I wiggled a bit, causing his cock to slide between my folds, the tip catching on my clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Instead of continuing, we both moaned as he slid his length incessantly right where we both wanted him.

“Mnn.” My hand flew to my mouth, biting down on my nail, trying to stifle the sounds wanting to pour out of me. “So you weren’t cheating.”

I couldn’t help it; my mind was hazy with lust even if Culver wasn’t human, even if everything I knew had been turned upside down.

“No, my beautiful, never.” He sighed out a groan, his hips pressing harder against me, grinding his cock against my aching pussy. “Gods, Ira. Your cunt has begged for me for too many months; I cannot hold back from this.”

“Wait,” I mewled as his hands grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he began thrusting against my pussy, the wet sounds and echo of our bodies smacking together filling the space, obscene and intoxicating. “Wait, annh, Culv.”

My hand flew up into his hair, the strands silky between my fingers, bringing his face closer to mine, my breath mingling with his. His body stilled, his tip nudging my clit, the pressure maddening.

His head dove down so quickly I couldn’t register it, and his fangs grazed my neck, the sharp points dragging over my pulse point, making me shiver. I stalled my breath, pressing my hand against his shoulder blade, hoping I wasn’t about to be his next dinner, because that’s what vampires did, right? They drank people’s blood.

“Trust me, Ira,” he murmured sweetly, the sound of his voice so close, perking my nipples and sending a shiver down to my pussy, making it clench around nothing, desperate for him. “You are my Ira, and I am your Culver.”

I gulped, my throat dry and breath hot against him. I knew without a doubt the answer to that question, the truth settling into my bones like a second heartbeat.

“Okay, I… trust you.” My voice trembled, but not with uncertainty. I meant it. I did trust him in some crazy, twisted way, even as my body trembled with both fear and want.

He answered with a growl of appreciation that shook my entire core, vibrating through me and settling low in my belly, a promise of things to come.

I watched, my breath held captive in my chest, as Culver pushed into me in one steady, relentless thrust. The thick, swollen head forcing past my tight, slick entrance with a burn that stole the air from my lungs. Every muscle in my body locked as he stretched me open, the blood and my own arousal easing the way but doing nothing to soften the overwhelming fullness that consumed me. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, the veined, pulsing length dragging against my sensitive inner walls until he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls pressed flush against my ass, sac tight and full.

The sensation echoed through my chest like something clicking into place. A pressure so complete it felt like my body finally understood what it had been missing. It was a deep, aching emptiness I’d carried around without knowing, easing into something solid and right as he filled me completely. My skin flushed hot, and my thoughts scattered into a haze that left me only feeling him everywhere inside, embedded and claiming.

A sharp inhale tore from me, turning into a broken, breathless whimper as my pussy clenched hard around him, fluttering and adjusting, craving even as it ached from the stretch. I felt everything. Every ridge, every pulse buried deep inside me, my clit grinding helplessly against his pelvis with the smallest shift of my hips. My nails dug into his shoulders, my body reacting on instinct, pulling him closer even while the stretch bordered on too much, my mind reeling from how intense it all was, only knowing I wanted more.

He stayed still for a long moment, just the heavy press of him seated to the root, as if letting me feel exactly what it meant to be filled by him, owned by him. His cock throbbed inside me, tingles mixing with my blood and arousal in a dizzying haze that made my skin prickle and my belly tighten with a greedy ache.

Something deeper than sensation stirred. Not poetic or abstract, but tangible. It was a low vibration humming through my core that made stars spark behind my eyelids. It was a quiet, invisible pull in my chest that felt like it was tying me to him in ways I didn’t understand. My body adjusted to the sheer size of him pressing so deep, so utterly complete.

“Culv,” I whimpered, my hips bucking weakly as my pussy squeezed around him, already spiraling again, the walls clenching in a desperate rhythm. “You’re stretching me!”

“I cannot hold back,” he snarled, arms braced on either side of my head, his neon green eyes blazing with feral hunger.

And then he froze, his cock swelling thicker inside me in a way that made my breath hitch sharply, my insides clamping down on the sudden growth. A cracking sound split the air, sharp and violent, and before I could gasp, pressure bloomed low in my belly as his cock bucked hard inside me, the thick shaft jerking with an animalistic pulse. Heat flooded my womb in relentless, scorching pulses, thick and obscene, the flared head sealing me tight as his cum poured into me with overwhelming force, coating my inner walls in slick, possessive warmth.

It was real, heavy, and overwhelming. My stomach rounding as he filled me faster than my body could contain. A rush of warmth spread through me like it was marking every part of me as his, making my insides clench and flutter in response to the way he just kept cumming.