Page 67 of Lethal Attraction

I nod, my hand fumbling to shove her back. She releases me, her arms shooting back to hold herself up as I hook a finger into her panties and pull them aside.

I’m fucking feral right now. All I can think of is what she’s going to feel like wrapped around me while I’m awake. My digits tremble as I stare down at her slick, exposed pussy, the fabric of her panties stretched taut to one side. My cock, still slick with her spit and my own blood, throbs angrily in the open air. The sight of her spread out on the counter, legs parted wide for me, sends a fresh surge of need through my veins.

Thalia watches me with those heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. She reaches up, drags her fingers across the fresh bite mark on my neck, and brings them to her mouth. She sucks the blood off with a low hum, never breaking eye contact.

“Hurry up, Dr. Dreamy,” she whispers. “I want you inside me. I want you to fill me up.”

I don’t wait another second. I line myself up and slam forward in one brutal thrust. Her pussy clamps down around me instantly, hot and tight and dripping. The wet sound of me bottoming out fills the room. Thalia cries out, her head tipping back as her walls flutter around my length.

I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull back and drive in harder. My hips snap against her with wet, filthy slaps, and each thrust forces a gasp from her throat. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving red lines that sting in the best way. I lean in and crush my mouth to hers, tasting copper on her tongue.

“Fuck, Thalia,” I growl against her lips. “You feel so good. So tight around me.”

She moans into my mouth and bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood again. The sharp sting shoots straight to my cock. I thrust deeper, grinding against her clit with every roll of my hips. Her ankles lock tighter at the small of my back, pulling me in like she never wants me to leave.

I reach between us and press my thumb to her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that make her thighs squeeze. Her pussy squeezes me rhythmically, milking every inch. Blood from the bite on my neck drips down my chest and lands on her stomach. She swipes it up with two fingers and smears it across her own lips before sucking them clean.

“More,” she pants. “Bite me. Make me bleed, too.”

I don’t hesitate. I drop my mouth to her neck and sink my teeth into the soft skin just below her ear. She screams in pleasure, her cunt clamping down so hard I nearly lose it. The taste of her blood floods my tongue—metallic, warm, perfect. I suck at the wound, drawing more out while my cock pistons in and out of her soaked pussy.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Just like that. Fuck me harder. Breed me.”

Her words hit me like a drug. I fuck her with everything I have, the counter creaking under us. Her juices coat my cock and drip down my balls. Every thrust pushes more of that mixed blood and spit deeper inside her. I can feel myself getting close—the base of my spine tingling, my balls drawing up tight.

I pull back just enough to look down at where we’re joined. My cock is streaked red and clear. I spit on her clit and rub it in with my thumb, watching her squirm.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, voice rough. “Gonna fill this pussy up.”

“Do it,” she orders, voice shaking. “Please, Reed.”

I slam in one last time and stay buried deep. My cock pulses hard as I release inside her, thick ropes of cum painting her walls. The orgasm rips through me so violently my vision whites out. Thalia moans loud and long, her own climax hitting as she feels me breeding her. Her pussy milks me greedily, squeezing every last drop from my cock.

I stay inside her, panting against her bloody neck while aftershocks roll through both of us. More blood trickles from the bite I gave her. I lick it up slowly, savoring the taste mixed with the scent of sex and sweat.

Thalia’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me close. “Don’t pull out yet,” she whispers. “I want to feel it all inside me.”

I nod against her skin and stay right where I am, my cock still twitching as the last of my cum leaks into her. Her legs stay locked around me, keeping us connected while our breathing slowly evens out.

Blood and cum drip from where we’re joined, making a mess on the counter beneath her. Neither of us moves to clean it up. This is exactly where we both want to be.

She smooths a hand between my shoulders, her touch igniting me with something tender and soft after such a rough scene. Then, with a startling realization, I piece together that she’s giving me aftercare.

I chuckle into her hair, causing her fingers to stop stroking.

“No, keep going,” I pant.

She leans her head against mine before continuing. I close my eyes, letting everything wash over me—having her in my arms, the feeling of us connected, and the warmth shared between us. What we just did was erotic and filthy, but this moment here is so intimate and special that I don’t want it to end. It’s the part where it’s just us.

“So much for making you breakfast,” she giggles, her voice vibrating against my cheek.

“We can still salvage it.”

Her whole frame shakes with silent laughter.

I pull back. “What?”

She tucks her lips in. “You knocked the eggs onto the floor.”