“I was thinking the same thing about you.” I push him to his back and straddle his hips. His cock is proportionately enormous, yet feels heavenly as I slide along its girth. Unable to resist, I lay over his torso and press my ear to his chest. His heart beats, and his blood sings, as if they were made for me alone.
I know that’s a silly notion, but my breath catches with emotion.
“What do you hear, sweetheart?” His voice rumbles in his chest and vibrates against my cheek.
“Your heart and blood. It’s the most beautiful sound.” My fangs ache even after being satiated only minutes ago.
“And you’re still hungry.” He states it as if he already knows.
“I can wait for another time.” I try to ignore the burning need for another taste.
He caresses my cheek, then long claws emerge from his fingers. “I’m not human. I have more than twice the blood flowing through me.” He runs the claw on his index finger over his right pectoral, opening a small cut. “Take what you need, Tilda.”
The slightly metallic scent is too much to resist. I run my tongue over the trickle of blood. The wound immediately heals from the properties of my vampire saliva. Desperate for more of him, I sink my fangs into his chest and draw in his essence. It fills me, warms me, and makes my pussy throb.
His low growl rumbles through him and vibrates in me. Beneath me, his cock grows larger and thicker, nudging at my center.
My pussy drips with desire, and pleasure floods me. Releasing his flesh, I lick the wound closed, and while he’s arched with bliss from my venom, I push down and take the head of his shaft inside me. “Fuck.” His thickness stretches me, but the delight is irresistible, and I take more and more until I feel stretched to the edge, and yet there’s more of him. “You feel so good.”
He grips my hair. “You are like heaven. If it’s too much, stop. This is already magnificent, sweetheart.”
Rising, I let my knees lower, which brings him deeper. Warmth spreads from my center outward, and euphoria floods me as I come in a rush. “Oh, god.” I grip his waist. “That’s—” My pussy pulses and squeezes him, and ecstasy besets my entire body. I cry his name and a lot of nonsense.
Jaw tight, Max remains still as I take all of him deep inside me, and I wait as my body adjusts. He shifts his hips and moans. “Tilda. How are you this perfect?”
Pleasure stirs between my legs again, and I lift and ride him slow and steady.
He rises each time I lower. Flesh slaps against flesh, and the sounds of a piston through my gushing pussy fill the room in concert with our moans and cries.
I’m on fire with the rise of another orgasm. Unable to help myself, I speed my pace until I’m wild and erratic.
Max grips my hips and holds me in place while he pumps into me from below. Calling my name, he thrusts harder and faster.
Unable to wait for him, my rapture explodes, and my sheath tightens around him, milking his cock.
With a long, low, keen, he fills me with warm cum, and it pushes me into wave after wave of mind-blowing delight.
Collapsing on top of him, I close my eyes.
He wraps me in his arms and pulls me to lie on his thick biceps. We both moan as his shaft pulls free of my pussy. Kissing my forehead, he sighs. “Is a vampire bite always so erotic?”
“No.” I close my eyes. “It depends on the intent behind the bite. A vampire can control, harm, cause pain, and more.”
“I’m glad it was pleasure you were after from me.” He kisses me again. “I’ll be right back.”
I want to ask him where he’s going, but exhaustion and satiation make my eyes and limbs heavy. “Don’t leave.”
“Shhh. I won’t.”
It’s predawn when I wake up after a long sleep. Max isn’t in the bed. The clock reads four o’clock. I pull on a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt. Not liking my skin exposed in case I need to go outside when the sun comes up, I pull on a hoodie. His scent is close, and I follow it to the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen counter with his phone to his ear, he nods and occasionally says, “Yes.”
The evidence of our earlier activity is cleaned away. Even the floor is washed.
Frowning, he hangs up the phone. “I have to go to work.”
“I thought you were taking some time off.” My heart clenches.
He nods. “It’s an emergency.”
