Those cool metal balls slowly dragged inside of me, making my head loll to the side at how delicious it felt. I looked down to see he was only halfway inside of me, and I wanted more. I wanted it all.
My body reacted before my brain could catch up. My heels pressed to his ass and pushed down while I thrusted up with my hips, chasing that rising heat building low and tight inside me. Both of us cried out, unable to keep the unbridled pleasure to ourselves.
“Greedy girl,” he muttered, something almost amused threading through his voice. “You want all of it, don’t you?”
His hips snapped, going in so deep, making me feel so full, that my head tipped back in a silent scream.
Everything blurred into sensation after that. The sound of the bed moving with each thrust, his fingers carving into my hips so hard they’d leave bruises behind. The way his plump, firm lips parted as a moan slipped through. Each movement built, stacking, pushing me higher, faster, until I could barely think through it.
“Cal—” his name broke from me, sharp and breathless. “Please?—”
That tight coil in my center wound tighter, every second pulling it closer to snapping. Those smooth round metal balls went faster, dragging and hitting all the right spots as he pumped his hips. My body strained toward it, chasing the edge without hesitation.
The world shifted again, and I found myself upright, straddling him. With his hands at my hips, he moved me up and down his cock, and my toes curled into the mattress. This new position had me closing my eyes, my breath caught as everything tilted into something new.
Everything was too much. Too good. I was right at the edge when something sharp brushed along my neck.
I jerked back instantly, panic slicing through the haze. He caught my wrists before I could pull away completely.
“What the fuck?! You said?—”
He just smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips, as he lifted my hand, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to my fingertips.
“I’m not going to bite you. I promised, remember?” he murmured, pressing a trail of kisses along my palm. “I just want you to feel it. The anticipation. That edge.”
As if to prove his point, his tongue slowly traced along my wrist. A strange warmth pooled low in my stomach until the faint scrape of a fang brushed over my pulse.
I jolted.
At the same moment, he thrust into me hard. My mouth dropped open, but whatever sound I might’ve made vanished, caught somewhere between shock and pleasure.
“You see?” he coaxed, a quiet chuckle in his voice. “No biting. Just more.”
Yes, I nodded.More. I like more.
He pulled me closer, his mouth finding my neck, and I froze for a second. His hand ran up my side, cupping my heavy breast before pinching my nipple. I clenched down on him, forcing a small grunt from him, then melted into his body. I had no choice but to give up on worrying about bites and blood. Not when it all felt this good.
As he kissed up my shoulder, I could feel that anticipation crawling up my skin. Even though he promised he wouldn't bite,and I was trying to believe him, the fear and excitement flooded my system.
My fingers tightened around his shoulders, nails pressing in whenever that sharp edge ghosted along my skin. He kept doing it, again and again, as he dragged me back and forth between tension and release, fear and something far more dangerous.
He leaned back just enough to press his forehead to mine, still moving, still grounding me and undoing me all at once.
“Just feel,” he said softly. “Don’t think so much. I’m not going to hurt you.” A pause, then his voice dipped lower. “I just want you to feel good.”
I nodded again, words out of reach now.
His hand slid up along my neck, fingers pressing just hard enough to steal my breath for a moment before easing again. The sensation made my pulse spike, my body reacting faster than my mind could keep up.
I grabbed at his wrists instinctively, a flicker of panic threading through me, until my body reacted on its own, moving my hips in tune with his. The sensation suddenly twisted into something else entirely, and he did it again and again.
Every time he restricted my breathing, my eyes grew hazy and a delicious, dizzy, floaty feeling filled me, making me feel so alive.
I couldn't deny anymore that my body craved his, so I surrendered to it. Surrendered to him.
My breath hitched, as everything tightened, becoming both excruciating and euphoric.
The world blurred at the edges, sound dropping out as the sensation crashed over me, stronger than anything I’d felt before.
