My breathing turns labored as he drags my hand down his stomach, his muscles trembling.
“Or here?” He pauses at his thigh. “I’ll take your claiming bite wherever you fucking want. I want to show it off. I want people to see.”
After a few seconds of silence, I finally make my decision.
“Your neck. I want your neck, but I need this more.” I reach between us, gripping his cock.
In another blur, he manhandles me to my hands and knees, the quickness of it leaving me a bit dizzy.
But I love it.
I love being manhandled.
Throw me around.
Ruin me.
Make me hurt.
He kisses the middle of my back. “That’s good to know, Sugar.” Wrapping one hand around my shoulder and the other on my hip, he drives in with one full thrust.
Yanking my head by my long hair, my back is against his front, and we move together.
No more words are spoken. We listen to our bodies, the craving, the fucking need to break this heat.
He licks up my throat. “Good girl. You take my cock so well. You’re doing such a good job. I know it isn’t easy, but you were made for me.” He reaches around and cups my pussy. “Even this tight cunt was created for me.” He gathers my hair, making sure he has access to my throat.
I become wetter, the erotic sound causing every thrust to become lewd and loud.
“Just like me,” he seduces with a whisper. “My entire body, my mind, my soul, this cock,” he slams forward, and I cry out from depths he reaches. “Created just for you.”
My gums throb. “Oklahoma. I need you. Please.” I reach behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him to me.
“Oh, Sugar,” he growls, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder. “You never have to ask. Take what you need.” He presses my face against his neck.
I can smell his blood. I’ve never done this before. I have no idea what I’m doing, but my instincts are telling me to latch onto that beautiful blue vein.
Mouthing his throat, the taste of his salted flesh makes me moan.
Oakley gives me more access by stretching his neck to the side.
So beautiful. So smooth. So soft.
Last week, if someone had told me I’d be drinking a vampire’s blood, I would have called them crazy.
And now it’s the only thing I can think about.
I bite him, having to apply more pressure than I thought for my fangs to break the skin. I whimper, afraid that I’m hurting him. He cups the back of my head, pressing my face further into his neck, and the sharp points sink in.
His blood bursts across my taste buds, and I moan at how good he tastes. Iron, yes, but there’s a richness of dark chocolate in the undertones.
I love dark chocolate.
“Oh my fucking god,” he grunts, fucking me harder. “Beloved, oh, Nariko.” He tightens his arms around me, holding me so tight, I think I’m about to fuse to his skin to become one.
His hips stutter, and he roars so loud, the window cracks again. Oklahoma presses to the hilt, thrusting with every rope he spills into my womb.
He bites into my throat next, triggering another orgasm. I have to rip my fangs free to cry out his name.
