Page 68 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"Then make time, Dante."

He was filling me moments later, his cock hitting the end of my channel and making me cry out in bliss as he took me roughly.

I shattered.

Immediately.

Dante shifted forms as he came with a snarl. His horns and tail appeared, his body shifting as he tried to pull out—but failed.

He bit me again instead.

I arched against him harder as his knot lodged in place, stretching me, and locking us together.

We panted, our eyes wild as we tried to recover from the intense pleasure that had only just started.

"I need to postpone my meeting," he said, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"Unless you want to go like this."

A harsh laugh escaped him, and his lips stretched in what almost looked like the start of a grin.

I'd never seen him grin before. Not at me. The only time I'd seen the expression on his face was when he saw Grayson for the first time, and I hadn't looked closely.

Somehow, Dante was even sexier when he grinned.

"That's not happening, Angel."

"Didn't think so." The last word escaped on a breath as his knot started throbbing a little.

I arched my hips.

Dante sat up a little, changing the angle slightly and finding my clit with his fingers.

I came again moments later.

And again, a few minutes after that.

And again.

And again.

Until finally, his knot softened, and he carried me to the master bedroom.

Where he kissed me lightly.

Told me to sleep, too.

Then left me.

I sighed quietly when the door shut behind him, my eyelids already drooping shut and loneliness sweeping through me.

Right.

That was why I didn't do casual sex anymore.

Because I was no longer capable of having casual feelings for the person I was fucking.

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