Page 93 of Damian’s Conquest

He released one hand from her hip and reached for the zipper of her bustier, pulling it down. Her breasts spilled out fully, and she moaned.

“Touch them,” she begged.

He slowed his thrusts, and cupped one breast, squeezing it in his palm. He loved the feel of her responsive flesh filling his palm, the hard nipple brushing against his skin. On his next thrust, he released her other hip too and captured her left breast, kneading it in the same way he touched the right, before he continued pounding into her.

“Oh, yes, baby.” She moaned. “Just like that.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Oh, I love your cock. I love how you take me.”

“’Cause you’re mine, all mine.” Their gazes collided in the mirror. “I’ll make you mine tonight.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Yes.”

He pulled himself from her sheath and whirled her around. “Yes? You want to blood-bond with me? Now? For all eternity?”

Naomi ran her hands over his chest and slid them to his nape. “Yes, forever. I want you to be mine. My vampire, my mate. I want you to drink only from me.”

He pushed the costume down over her hips until it pooled at her feet, then lifted her into his arms. “Only from you. From your neck, your breasts, your thighs.” He carried her into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed, the light from the open bathroom door shining on her hair. It was fanned out around her head like a halo. “I love you.”

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Naomi looked up at Damian as he stood next to the bed looking down at her. His cock was hard and coated in her juices, his eyes were shimmering golden, and his fangs were fully extended. Oh God, how she loved this man, this vampire. She’d never seen a more beautiful creature or a sexier one. He embodied everything she’d ever dreamed of. She could see it in his eyes now, and hear it in his voice: the love he felt for her, the certainty with which he pledged his eternal devotion to her. She understood the risk he was taking by asking her to blood-bond with him. He was making himself vulnerable for her.

“Your heart will always be safe with me,” she promised and reached for him. “Make me yours, because I can’t imagine living life without you.”

Damian joined her on the bed, and braced himself above her. She spread her legs wider, making space for him, and she pulled his face to hers. “I want to lick them.”

Damian plunged into her, and moaned. “Go easy on me. I’m already on the edge.”

She chuckled softly “Why’s that?”

“You little minx. As if you didn’t know.”

He withdrew and thrust back into her, and the feeling of his cock stretching her pussy made a contented sigh roll over her lips.

“Next time you play dress-up, pick a time when I’m well-rested so I can take my time to play.” He smirked. “Now, didn’t you want to lick my fangs?”

Damian opened his mouth and showed her his deadly canines. She’d never imagined that she would find this sight erotic, but she did. To know what she could do to him by licking them, made her feel powerful. Slowly, she drew him closer until their lips were almost touching. Gently, she swiped her tongue over one fang then ran it along his teeth to the other side to lick his other fang. She noticed Damian’s eyes close as he sucked in a breath.

All of a sudden, he pulled back his head. “That’s all I can take right now.” He began to thrust in and out of her, first in a steady, slow rhythm while he kissed her deeply, taking his time to explore her mouth the same way she explored him.

Beneath her hands, Damian’s skin was soft and warm, the muscles beneath it firm and strong. She would never have the kind of sculpted body he had, but it didn’t matter anymore, because the way Damian looked at her, the way he touched her and made love to her, made her feel beautiful inside and out. His cock inside her made her feel desirable, and his lips on hers made her feel adored.

With every thrust, she felt her arousal rise. Her skin tingled pleasantly, and her clit throbbed every time their bodies came together. When Damian severed the kiss, she knew instinctively that it was time.

He looked at her as he lifted one hand, and she watched his fingers turn into sharp claws like those of a beast. He used one claw to slice into the perfect skin on his shoulder. Blood oozed from the wound.

“Drink from me. Make me yours, and I’ll make you mine.”

Damian lowered himself, and she licked over the incision, lapping up the blood. She closed her eyes, letting the taste spread in her mouth. A jolt went through her. Damian’s blood didn’t taste metallic like she’d expected. No, it was rich and sweet, and it made her suddenly feel more aware of her own body—and of his.

“Oh my God,” she murmured and put her mouth over the incision.

As she began to suck and drink more of Damian’s blood, he lowered his face to the crook of her neck. “This is better than I ever thought it would be,” he murmured. “I love you.”

He licked over the spot where she could now feel her vein drum against her skin as if to signal to him what she wanted. Then she felt his sharp fangs pierce her skin and lodge in her neck, while his cock plunged deep and hard.

Her entire body felt as if she were floating on a bed of cotton balls, and out of nowhere, she climaxed. Every cell in her body seemed to explode like little fireworks in the night sky. And every time she thought she would pass out from the intense pleasure, more waves of pure bliss crashed over her. Damian’s cock spasmed inside her, and she felt the warm spray of his semen fill her.

I’m yours now, Naomi. Forever yours.