Well, hell, all of that could be good, but maybe starting small and building from there would be best. I turned onto my belly and wiggled my ass at him. I looked over my shoulder and grinned. “Let’s start here.”
He rolled his shoulders back and then moved to lower himself. I waited, slightly nervous and mostly excited, to feel those fangs pierce my skin. However, instead, I felt his long tongue across the crotch of my panties, his mouth brushing over my clit. Yup, that’ll do it. My toes curled, and I cried out at the unexpected touch. He then laid a kiss on both of my cheeks before I felt his fingers trail over my panty-covered center again. I bit the back of my hand, suppressing a moan at the heavenly feeling. Why did I still have these on?
I rocked against his fingers as they rubbed back and forth over me. If he kept this up, I was going to come, and I wanted to prologue this because I really wanted to feel him inside of me. I turned my head slightly to tell him to slow it down, and that was when I felt the tiniest pinch. Like the prick of a small needle. But then it was gone, and all I could feel now were his lips on my ass and the most euphoric pleasure of my life. The question of whether a fae bite would feel good was quickly answered. My core pulsed with need, spreading a burning desire from my head to my toes. Every part of me awoke, just from the bite. I was in such trouble.
I moaned as he continued his ministrations on my pussy, his mouth still tasting my blood. I didn’t want any of it to end. I would die before I even knew I had blood loss. This was dangerous and exhilarating.
“Xander, fuck,” I breathed out.
He must have sensed by my completely saturated panties that I was very close to coming because he withdrew his hand and his mouth from me. I was both devastated and thankful because I needed to come with him inside me, pronto. He licked the bite on my ass, and I shook, very much sensitive to everything about him. He then snapped his fingers, and I turned to see him fully nude, his large member at full attention and drenched in pre-cum. I closed my eyes and licked my lips. Horny brain was front and center. I wanted nothing else. Not food, water, or riches. Right now, I wanted the dick. Period. Thank goodness I had my magical birth control in effect.
“Sorry, darling,” he said, before ripping my panties off me in one move.
Did he actually think I cared about them? Screw them? I’d never wear panties again if he asked. At this rate, he could ruin my credit score, and I’d thank – Holy crap.
He sunk into me with expert pace, filling me, stretching me. It was borderline painful but mostly pleasure. I was still flat on my stomach, but the push from him inside of me brushed my clit against the mattress. His piercings cool inside of me. I cried, I screamed, I called to the heavenly father above.
He pulled almost completely out before pounding back into me, his body slapping against mine. Over and over. I would not be able to hold out for long, already on edge. He was so amazingly thick, touching my inner walls with a silky brush. He brushed against my g-spot, building toward my explosion.
“You are so tight, so wet. I could stay locked in you forever,” he whispered in my ear.
His breath tickled my skin, adding another welcomed layer of pleasure. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to remain like this indefinitely. Who needed chocolate? Or clothes, for that matter.
His mouth found the bend of my neck, kissing and sucking. His skin was hot against mine, melting me. He rotated his hips, and everything pulsed in me. I pushed my ass up to meet his thrust, wanting him deeper in me although he was already at the hilt. He groaned and pulled out of me, and I screamed, furious at the loss of ecstasy.
However, Xander moved me to my back and brought my right leg to rest on his shoulder. He looked down at me with a smirk, and my pussy pulsated at just the upturn of those full lips. He knew he had me almost begging. Hell, I would plead for it.
“I need to see that beautiful face when I make you scream my name, darling,” he said before plunging into me once more.
The new angle made my eyes roll back in my head as I felt his pierced tip hit my g-spot. I clutched the sheets, gritting my teeth. He pounded harder, almost desperate for his own release, and the aggressiveness shook my body with anticipation. He rubbed a finger against my throbbing clit with the perfect pressure, and I knew I would come any second. His mouth found the inside of my knee, and he slowed down his movement briefly to kiss my skin. I felt the slight sting of a scape and saw that he had cut me with his fang before sucking on the tender skin. The heat of his mouth with the gentle pull of his magic wrapped around me in an aching pulse of desire.
That was all I needed. Between being filled by him, his expert touch on my clit, and that incredible mouth on my sensitive inner knee, I was done. I came in a crescendo of cries, my core erupting in much-needed release. I panted, like a dog in heat, my eyes glassy. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, digging my pointed, still-manicured nails into his skin enough to make dents.
Xander abandoned sucking my blood and increased his pace, moving his hand to my breasts as she massaged them. “Harder,” he said in a tight voice.
He pinched my nipples, just a shade on the side of painful, but I was all the way into it, my pussy still throbbing with him inside of me. Could I come again? I dug harder into his skin, and I knew I would bruise him. He swore and pushed harder into me. His response was waking me up. I could already feel myself tightening around him, his thrusting continuing to tap against my sensitive places.
Xander soon groaned out a climax, and I felt his hot release fill me. And there was a lot of it. I could already feel it slip down the crack of my ass, his pumping slowing but not stopping. My body came with another toe-curling explosion, and this time, I did scream his name, tears leaking down my cheeks.
So, yes, I could come again, and this man had actually made me cry real tears because the sex was so good. I was never going home again.
Xander slowly pulled out of me and settled behind me, my back against his chest. He reached under my arm and placed a large hand on an exposed breast, not moving it. He didn’t seem to be trying to turn me on, only resting it.
I laughed. “Are you going to keep your hand there?”
He kissed my shoulder. “That was my plan. They are one of my new favorite things.” He tweaked my nipple, and my center pulsated again, although it was a bit too swollen for any more action at the moment.
“I neglected to tell you how amazing you taste. I am now addicted.”
I squirmed against him, and he gave a light smack of my ass. “Keep it up, and I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”
“My kind of threat.”
“You do realize I won’t let you go now.”
I lifted a brow, although I knew he couldn’t see me. Perhaps he was just joking. He had to know this was all temporary. Sure, he was extremely good at what he did in bed, and despite his slightly crazy behavior, he was likable. I enjoyed spending time with him. However, I couldn’t give up my goal of going home. I had a life. And getting attached to these men couldn’t happen. Life just didn’t work that well with me and relationships. Not with my mother, my foster family, dating. The most stable parental figure I had was Billie’s father, and he passed. Billie was my bestie, but she had her pack now, and I saw less and less of her. I had to focus on me and my business. That was all I could count on.
“You know I can’t stay,” I replied.
