Page 8 of Bonded Through Bite

“I’m giving you a moment to recover, darling. And when you wake up, I plan to fuck you until you pass out from pleasure,” he growls and the promise in his tone loosens something deep inside me, so I snuggle closer and shut my eyes.

I can take the small respite if it means I’ll get more later. My eyes turn heavy and then sleep claims me.

Chapter Three

Samantha

Iwake up with Rafael’s head between my legs. He presses small kisses all over my inner thighs, only his breath ghosting over my pussy. I make a sound, something between a protest and a plea, and he slowly drags his tongue right through the center of me.

“Is this still what you want?” he asks and I lift my hips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant in time with his kisses.

I don’t know how long he let me sleep, but I feel alert and ready to take him on. His hands press my thighs wider and then he goes back to licking my pussy. I’m drenched and needy, but his teasing kisses and licks avoid my clit.

“Rafael,” I moan and clutch my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. In response, he glides one finger into me and then another. I’m so wet, they go in with ease, and finally his lips close around my clit.

He works me up slowly, inching the pleasure higher but not letting it go over. I hate it and love it at the same time. Idly, I wonder if he will make me come again if I tell him to.

I want to hold out, but the moment the thought crosses my mind, Rafael intensifies his assault. Everything in me zeroes in on his fingers and tongue as I come, and he keeps massaging me through the orgasm, making it last until I’m a panting mess.

A condom packet rips and then he nudges at my opening. The aftershocks still run all over my body, but he slowly pushes his cock inside, stretching me. If I weren’t so relaxed and drenched, it might have hurt. Now it only feels good.

Mentally, I’m checking out. There is no way I can go another round, but at least he made it so good for me first, I won’t mind.

Once he’s seated to the hilt, Rafael lifts my legs to his shoulders and leans forward, bending me in half. He feels even bigger like this and I force my eyes open to meet his gaze. The heat in his eyes tugs something in me and I squeeze my inner muscles around him.

“Do that again,” Rafael growls, the human shell cracking.

I try to focus enough to have control over my muscles and start pulsing them. It feels good, too good, to squeeze tight around him and feel his cock jump in response. I band my hands around his wrists and give it my all. I’m milking him while neither of us moves, and my body responds more and more. Soon, it’s not him I’m trying to please, it’s me.

“So, so greedy,” Rafael says and leans in to kiss my lips. The move pushes him even deeper and he swallows my gasp. He starts with shallow pushes that have me moaning and digging my nails into his skin.

“Naughty Samantha loves to be fucked like this.”

“Yesss,” I hiss and Rafael pulls back, almost all the way out, then slowly glides back in.

“You take my cock so nicely.”

“Harder,” I demand and Rafael nips my neck. His fangs drag along my vein but don’t pierce the skin. I arch my neck, giving him better access, and he sucks my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

His thrusts are still gentle, and I turn my head and clamp my teeth to his forearm. Rafael hisses and then the gentleness is gone. His thrusts turn long and hard, pounding me. The rhythm is punishing and I can only hang on and take it.

It’s helplessness and pleasure all wrapped in one.

The orgasm builds and each stroke drives it closer. I can’t believe I’m so close again. He’s driving me crazy.

“Let go, Samantha. Let me have it,” Rafael whispers and something about hearing the words overrides my brain. I scream and thrash when I convulse around him, but Rafael doesn’t slow down.

“Enough. I can’t!” I shake my head.

“You can. I promise you.” His voice is gentle in contrast to his hard body. Rafael moves my legs down and the change in our positions hits me differently. His hand snakes between our bodies and his finger finds my clit. I don’t need any buildup, I’m already there. Tears break free and I sob as I fly over the edge again, and this time Rafael follows.

I’m barely lucid when he pulls out and disposes of the condom. I don’t know for whose benefit wearing it was. Can vampires even get someone pregnant or sick? I might have to ask him when I have my brain back online.

A yawn takes over and I blink heavily. First warning sign. I’m so sick of always being tired. Doing anything strenuous saps my energy and sex with Rafael is strenuous to the extreme. Not that I’m complaining. It was worth every second.

My eyes hardly stay open and I look around for my clothes until I realize they are still in the bathroom. It takes everything to push myself up enough to sit. I need to get home before the inevitable crash levels me.