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“Oh!”
He snapped his hips in a deep, uninhibited rhythm, lost in need. It was too much…too hard. His grip tightened on her hips and there was nothing she could do but submit to his wild need. He fisted her hair in his hands and his claw pricked her scalp. He tilted back her neck roughly and pierced her with his fangs. Saieke’s moans bounced off the walls as her body clenched on his cock. Chakra tendrils worked at her clitoris without ease, and glorious pleasure rushed deep inside her. Drac sealed her punctures with a swipe of his tongue, reared up and sat on his knees and picked up a relentless thrusting that made her tremble. She bit into his neck with a sharp pressure that broke his skin and blood trickled into her mouth as her pleasure rose to agonizing intensity. The coppery aroma caused her nose to twitch and she whimpered at the sweetness of his taste.
“Suck me,” he groaned.
The darkest of desire rose inside, and she drew at his neck and sucked as blood filled her mouth. She swallowed. The primitive joy that pulsed from him at her actions made her pull at his throat even deeper.
His hips snapped harder, his cock sank deeper, and she trembled on his almost punishing girth…but she craved more. She sobbed and clutched desperately at his shoulders as he rode her relentlessly, the ridges of his cock scraping against every sensitive spot in her soaked channel, the bed groaning under their movements.
She mewled, caught between wanting him to stop, and never wanting the destructive bliss to end. Then the excruciating pleasure peaked and broke cascading delight bright and red hot in its intensity. Savage lust tore through his chakra and torrents of pleasure burned through her, branding her. He hugged her close to him as he emptied himself deep inside of her. There was a push at her mind, an insidious caress of dark and sated hunger as a twin voice growled in her mind as she shattered once more.
You are ours.
Chapter Fourteen
Saieke gasped at the voice that filled her mind. The distortion and the overlay were menacing. “Drac?” she whispered, unsure if she heard the voice.
He captured her mouth in a kiss meant to be gentle. He soothed her with his tongue, and fire started to lick at her nerves again. Sweat ran in rivulets down her back, and she shuddered as he lifted her. His slow glide from her body made her groan. She ached all over, inside and out. Yet the pleasure that she felt would make her repeat it all over again.
“Let me take care of you,” he said.
He licked and laved the claw marks he had left behind with his tongue. Tendrils of his chakra caressed her gently. She sighed at the decadent sensation. She squealed as he lifted and flowed with her. He came to a halt, and she heard the trickling of water and a deep gurgle.
“Where are we?” She smiled in relief when he stepped down and thermally heated water engulfed her limbs.
“We are in a cave underneath my chambers. The water is heated with natural minerals from below the ground.”
Saieke purred as the water soothed the aches of her body. The water whispered to her as always. She could feel its width, depth, and the energy that travelled through it in the gentle laps. She contoured the water around her, luxuriating in its smoothness.
The darkness was overpowering, but she was not afraid. The water was a welcome soothing balm. She hummed deeper in her throat when she felt his lips travelling from her spine down to her buttocks and thighs under the water. Pleasure vibrated steadily as Drac soothed and reassured with his touch.
He rose, then his lips claimed hers in the dark. He spun her around and eased her forward. Saieke reached out blindly and touched rocks that she braced her hands against. His hardness at her back was seductive yet intimidating. His hands roamed down her back and round to cup at her breasts, then stroked down over the swell of her hips. He nudged her legs apart and his fingers probed at her entrance. She was sore, but wetness still poured from her body as his finger tenderly thrust while his thumb circled her nub. She leaned against his chest and widened her legs as a slow pleasure claimed her, and she orgasmed once more.
“So hot and responsive,” Drac whispered. His cock flexed and throbbed.
Saieke sighed when he removed his fingers. He pushed her legs wider still and slid his cock in deep. He was slower and gentler but she was incapable of speech. She moaned huskily, her senses buffered by pleasure as he thrust to the hilt and bit into her shoulders. Dark erotic pleasure-pain claimed her.
He was hers. The knowledge settled in her heart like a boulder, and her throat tightened. She did not want to feel the tormenting emotions of falling into something greater than her own desires. Drac’s groans of pleasure were so animalist and primitive, it called to the wantonness in her. She pushed her hips back on him, lifting her hands over her head, to clasp his nape. He rode her hard and lo
ng, encouraging her to take his too thick length until she was a creature of pure carnality, an extension of his needs and desires. She sobbed and encouraged him, loving every stroke, her heart beating with loss, for she would leave soon and never see this man again.
***
Drac lay on the bed with Saieke draped over his body. His mate. Beautiful, fierce, passionate, kind, willful and impulsive, but she belonged to him. Apprehension ran cold in his veins. She was not a Darkan, but he and his darkness knew without a doubt that she belonged to them…but he could not claim her.
Mine.
Now he knew she could handle his sexual intensity and the emotions that pulsed from his beast. Instead of reassuring him, it made him nervous. His lips twitched. Nervous. Her fear of him also lessened by the hour. She thought she hid her fear deeply, but once it was there, his darkness would uncover it. Possessiveness and something gentler, but elusive, tunneled through him as he dipped his head to her hair and inhaled her scent into his lungs, wishing he could keep it there and never exhale.
Arousal simmered inside, hardening his cock. He wondered when he would be fulfilled, if ever. The richness and smoothness of her skin was a continuous source of enthrallment. Her smiles, her laughter made his gut tighten like he received a rush of negative energy. It was even more potent; and her blood—decadence. He could get drunk on everything that she had to offer; her generosity, her curiosity, her laughter, her pussy and her blood.
He caressed her back while he gently brushed his lips across her hair and then to her forehead. He ruthlessly tamped down on the need that started to rise inside of him demanding that he take her again.
Ours, the darkness whispered against his mind.
But he did not answer. The demon snarled a promise of rage and madness in the sound. It wanted him to claim her…and everything in Drac wanted to, but the depth of emotions she roused were too much. What if she got harmed and he lost control?
Blood …take her blood.
