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Duncan shifted to lie beside her. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, and dragged his lips slowly to French kiss her ear. He fondled her breasts, afterward dipping low to caress between her thighs. He had large, fleshy hands, very soft and sensual. It wasn’t long before her hips began to rise and fall once more.
After a moment, he left her ear and looked at her. “Sex with you has always been an amazing experience.”
“I feel the same way. We seem somehow in-sync when it comes to the bedroom.”
He kissed her lips. “Or the kitchen, the living room, with wings in the air, in a pool, in a public bathroom.”
She smiled and caressed his face. “And now this scent you have is unbelievable, very spicy, a wonderful cider scent.”
“And you smell like the rich earth in your garden.” He kissed her again and she parted for him. He sank his tongue and began to pulse in and out.
She suckled gently, savoring all that he was.
Her hand landed on his muscled arm, and he flexed beneath her touch. Taking a rose petal from her stomach, he drifted it over her cheek and her lips, then kissed the petal against her skin so she felt the velvet of the flower and the pressure of his tongue.
Drawing back, he thumbed her lips, touching the sides of her fangs. When had her fangs descended?
“I want to feed you again, Rachel. And I want you to bite me.”
An image flowed through her mind. She knew what she wanted. “Lie on your back, then.”
He turned and shifted position. She moved with him until she straddled his hips, careful not to injure what was still so firm. With her hands planted on his chest, she lifted her hips to drift her sex over his arousal.
“Oh, God, Rachel, you feel so good, so wet.”
Her body began to heat up with Duncan beneath her. His damp dark brown hair, swept back from his face, accentuated his strong cheekbones and jawline, the straight line of his nose and the beauty of his green eyes. He was an incredibly handsome man.
She lifted her hips up and reached down with her hand to position his cock against her well. She eased down on him and watched his head roll and his eyes close. His hips responded, rising and falling. She let these movements work his cock inside her deeper and deeper until she joined in the rhythm.
She leaned over him, planting her hands on either side of his head. “I need your blood, Duncan.”
He moaned, his fangs pressing into his lips as he turned his head, presenting her throat for him.
She saw his vein throbbing, and her well tightened around his hard cock. He grabbed her hips and held her in position while he continued to thrust into her.
She licked his throat repeatedly, her nipples tightening at the thought of taking what she needed from him. She angled her head and with a quick, practiced strike, hit the depth she needed and the blood began to flow.
Retracting her fangs, she used her lips to form a seal around the small, erotic wound and began to suck.
Your blood, Duncan. Even your blood tastes of fire and sex. I can’t get enough.
His deep voice penetrated her mind. I’m going to bring you. Do you want that, Rachel? Do you want another orgasm while you’re drinking me down?
Yes. Please, yes.
Still holding her hips, he thrust faster. And all the while, she suckled at his throat. His blood was a life-force, feeding her vampire hunger and teasing her sex into a bonfire of its own.
Still suckling, she cried out, a muffled sound which made Duncan drive into her faster still.
The orgasm, intensified by his blood, forced her to leave his vein and to rise up crying out with ecstasy. Pleasure continued to unfurl inside her until her body finally relaxed. She stayed with eyes closed, impaled on Duncan.
He was so hard inside her and small aftershocks kept her clenching around him.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that Duncan was breathing hard, his neck muscles tense. She was pretty sure she understood why and leaned down to kiss him.
“What’s the matter?” she teased. “Did that feel just a little too good?”
He laughed. “You have no idea how hard it is to keep from releasing when your body is holding my dick in a grip as tight as yours.”
