Poppy cried out as she took me deeper than before.
I held myself still as I tightened my grip on her braid and forced her to raise until only her fingertips reached the bed. I slid my arm around her waist, bracing her. “How do you want it?”
Her pussy spasmed as I withdrew, inch by inch.
A growl escaped my throat. “Soft?” I leaned forward, dragging a moan from her. “Or hard?”
I watched her throat move as she lifted her hands from the bed and clasped my arm. “Hard.”
I thrust deep into her and didn’t stop. The sound of our skin meeting filled the chamber as I pounded into her, watching her breasts bounce with the thrusts.
Pulling her back until she was flush against me, I ground into her. “Your pussy is paradise.”
She moaned. “Oh, gods.”
“You like it like this.” I nipped at her earlobe. “Don’t you?”
“Yes.” She turned her head, her mouth seeking mine.
As always, I gave her what she wanted until I felt the first deep ripples within her.
“I…I love the way you feel inside me,” she whispered.
I smiled against her cheek. “I know.”
Poppy laughed. “So arrogant.”
Giving her braid a teasing jerk, I drove her down until her chest touched the bed. Then I fucked her, driving into her relentlessly as I held her in place.
The first wave of her release took me over the edge. I came with a shout, spilling into her as she spasmed around me, milking my cock as my gaze fixed on the bluish-green veins of her throat.
Hunger twisted my gut. My jaw throbbed, and before I knew it, my arms were tightening around her, and my mouth was inches from her neck.
My lips brushed the skin there. Poppy shivered against me, either unconsciously or purposely tilting her head, exposing herself more to me. The throbbing increased.
I couldn’t feed from her. Not right now. I knew that, but her blood called to me.
All those years of restraint and self-control meant nothing in her presence. Never did. But I couldn’t. Drinking from her now would weaken her, possibly even send her back into stasis. Even knowing that, my lips peeled back.
What was I doing?
Fuck.
Pulling my head back, my eyes slammed shut as the need to sink my fangs into her vein burned through me.
The knowledge that feeding from her so soon would weaken her should’ve pushed the need down, but as fucked up as it was, it still took a couple of moments for me to do it.
Breathing raggedly, I forced myself to move so I didn’t have my full weight on her, then kept my arm around her waist and rolled us both onto our sides. Working my leg between hers, I pulled her flush against my chest.
I kissed her damp shoulder as I listened to her fast breaths. “You okay?”
“I don’t think I can move.” Poppy cleared her throat. “But other than that? Perfect.”
“Good.”
My arms tightened around her as she relaxed into me and we lay there, letting our bodies cool and our hearts slow.
My eyelids felt heavy, begging me to let them lower. Fuck, I was tired. But I had a feeling if I caved to the need to sleep, it would be a good day before my eyes opened again, and I couldn’t let that happen.
