Page 18 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"You're nice to look at. And even nicer to touch."

He slid a finger inside me without warning, and my head tipped back as a soft breath escaped me.

Damn, that felt good.

Dante adjusted my position enough to free his cock. "This isn't how I would usually start a relationship," he said in a low voice.

"Thank god this isn't a relationship, then," I managed, as he added a second finger.

"We don't have time for me to knot you."

"Obviously."

"We're talking about how you tested that, afterward." He pulled his fingers free of my body and lined the tip of his cock up with my entrance.

He was fucking huge.

Thrill raced through me.

I sank over him, taking in a staggered breath while I stretched around his length. Dante cursed, grabbing my hips tightly while the base of his cock swelled.

His horns appeared on his head, thick and curved.

His tail wrapped tightly around my thigh.

He was already close. Really close.

Twelve years in prison, without sex, would do that to a man.

I couldn't get pregnant at the moment, and STDs weren't a thing for immortals, so there was nothing to worry about on that front.

Based on the bulge I could feel hitting my g-spot perfectly, he had a really big knot.

The pressure of it made my world spin as I neared the edge of my pleasure, quickly.

"Go easy. It's been a long time. I'm not going to last," he gritted out.

"You're not supposed to last. It's a quickie. Bite me already."

"I'll come the moment I have you on my tongue."

"That's the point. Just pull out enough that we aren't tied together if you lose control."

He swore viciously when I moved my hips. "You haven't even—fuck, Angel," he snarled, as I rocked my hips again, taking him deep and pulling out quickly so his knot wouldn't catch inside me.

Dante's teeth sank into my throat while he came. The way he lost control and the press of his knot to my clit sent me over with him, and I moaned through my own climax, gripping his shoulders as he drank deeply.

I was dizzy when he finally released my throat, licking the wounds slowly until they were completely healed. His horns and tail vanished.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his chest rising and falling heavily. There was an edge to his voice.

"Yeah. Fine. Just a little dizzy."

"Fuck. Don't move." Dante pulled out too quickly. He cleaned me off with a swipe of the blanket we'd slept with the night before—gross—before fixing my panties and grabbing my overalls.

The alarm buzzed again, and the door opened before I could put them on.

We only had a minute when it opened. That was what he said.