Using the handle of my blade, I circle her pussy, and she moans my name. It is like music to my ears. Pushing in further, I fuck her slowly with the handle, her glossy juices covering the leather. Seeing how turned on she is, makes my cock and balls ache.
Needing to push her more, I drop my fangs, nipping at her inner thigh again, breaking the skin.
Her back arches off the bed, a deep throaty moan leaving her mouth.
I fixate on the blood leaving her body, sliding down her creamy thigh. Licking my lips, I move in, placing my lips over the cut, savoring her. She lets out a gasp at the first pull of sweet blood. Her body is writhing softly now, savoring the intoxicating moment between us.
“Oh yes.” She sighs. “Thorin.”
I swallow her blood down my throat, driving my need for her. Speeding up the thrusts of my blade, she cries out and whimpers, her climax close. Her thighs tighten, her nails now scratching at the back of my skull, as I lick over the small cut one last time before moving to her clit.
Latching on, she screams my name.
“THORIN!”
I savor every sound that comes from her. Every shiver, every ounce of emotion that she is willing to offer me.
Her body goes slack, sinking into the bed. I take my chance to move up so I can kiss her. My tongue delves into her mouth, andher hands grip the base of my skull, keeping our mouths fused together.
“My turn,” she mutters, and fuck me. It is like everything I have wished for comes crashing into me. “I want to ride you while taking your blood into my body.”
She is perfect.
She can taste my blood; it will not turn her. She has to die with my blood in her system. I found out the hard way about that shit. Safe to say that that fucker was turned to dust.
I stare at her, noticing her skin is flushed and damp from her climax and her need for me.
Seeing her like this—taking what I give her and ready for me—makes me realize there’s something different about her. Delaney has always had this vibe about her that has you thinking she is one tough woman, but also that she has a touch of vulnerability to her.
I just wish I had taken the time to see it sooner. It took her leaving my life for me to realize how badly I fucked up. Climbing off her, I fall onto my back and tilt my head to the side, loving her eyes on me. Biting her lip, her gaze sweeps down my body. I am fit; I know that.
When you are turned, you stay as you were in life forever. You die, so no more getting old, no more hair and nail growth. I fucking hate seeing young vampires, teenagers, it means that their life was taken from them, because your body does not age, but your mind does.
Movement brings me back into the room. Focusing on Delaney, she moves, throwing her naked leg over my hips. Her hot dripping pussy hovers over my cock nestled between us.
“You want my cock inside you, baby?” She nods.
Her black hair is covering her chest, the tips just touching her nipples. Reaching up, I brush the strands away, tweaking the two peaks, which makes her gasp.
Watching her above me, seeing just how strong and beautiful she is… it makes the regret and guilt slam into my chest. I may lack emotions where most are concerned, but not her.
“For years, I held off wanting you. That was my first mistake.” I cup her tits in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over each nipple. “Not seeing you every day helped clear this fog I was in; it made me see that without you here, I felt empty, even though deep down I know I was hurting you on purpose. It is so fucking hard to explain.”
“You know you hurt me. Beyond words, Thorin. But like you told Skyla, we will not move forward if we keep bringing it up. Unless this is just you fucking me out of your system.” Her body tenses at her own words.
“This is not a one-time thing, baby. I just kissed you in front of the club. I claimed you.”
“You kissed every club girl,” she replies, her nail digging into my chest, making me hiss.
“Did I, though?” I smirk, making her eyes widen.
She looks at me, her eyes bouncing between mine like she is thinking back, replaying moments in her mind. All I can do is wait and see what she works out in her head. Not once have I ever kissed another woman.
“What? How?” Her voice is full of wonder but guarded.
“My lips were always yours, even if I was not prepared to give them to you at the time.” My thumb brushes over her bottom lip. “We will talk in more depth soon, but right now I need you to ride me. Taking my blood into your mouth, while your pussy claims my cock.”
My words do the trick: my girl arches her back, rocking forward then back, smothering my cock with her pussy.
