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“You wouldn’t have,” he murmurs. “You can’t drain me completely, the blood will always come back. But I’m completely incapacitated, in the event that you want to set me on fire or stab me with the witch’s blade.” He pauses and gives me a heated smile. “Or do anything else to me.”
Obviously he’s talking about sex. I know that when he was feeding off of me it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced and turned me on like nothing else. I have no doubt the same thing just happened to him. Then there’s the whole, I just died and became a vampire for him thing.
But as much as I feel the hot urges running through me, turning my veins molten, I’m able to ignore it like I’m ignoring the rest of my hyper senses. I want nothing more than to whip his fucking dick out and ride him amidst this blood bath until I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come before. But, truth be told, beneath it all, I’m still mad at him.
“I can’t forgive you yet,” I tell him, and I know how harsh those words sound and part of me hates that I said them.
His eyes fall closed. “Did you become a vampire so that you could punish me for eternity?”
I pause. “I’m not not saying that.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smile, enough to make his dimple show, and suddenly I feel all resolve start to leave me.
Oh, hell.
I guess I don’t need to forgive him in order to fuck him, do I?
I move myself so that I’m straddling him and his eyes fly open in surprise.
“Are you too weak to move or do you want me to do all the work?” I ask him, reaching back and unhooking my bra and tossing it across the room. My blood-stained breasts are bare in front of him and my nipples immediately tighten. I’ve always had sensitive boobs, but I have a feeling that being a vampire is going to push that to a whole new level.
He stares at me, that dumbfounded look quickly turning to one of lust. His hands go up to my waist, but his grip is weak. “You might need to do most of the work,” he says, his voice like gravel. “I’ll make sure you finish.”
“How thoughtful of you,” I comment. “Remind me to never drain you of blood before I fuck you.”
He gives me a somewhat proud grin. “Jesus, you’re a natural, baby.”
Be that as it may, I decide to make things easier for him.
I brace myself with my hands against the wall and lean forward so that my breasts are in his face.
He immediately responds, his tongue lapping up the swell of my breast in strong, broad strokes.
I groan, my eyes closing, succumbing to the sensations of his mouth on my skin, but then he’s wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking in hard and it creates lightning that shoots out along my nerves, straight to my core, like I’m plugged into a star system.
“Holy fuck!” I yelp and I’m coming, my body jerking, sneak-attack orgasms bursting inside me. I’m fucking coming and he’s only sucking on my tits and jeez, is this what it’s going to be like now? Orgasms at the slightest touch?
“That was surprising,” he murmurs against my breast, looking up at me with amazement. “I’ll have to be more careful.”
I lean forward, trying to catch my breath, my pulse pounding in my veins. “Oh, don’t worry about being careful.” I reach down and unzip his dress pants, taking a firm hold of his rigid cock. Guess not all the blood is gone from his body. “You only made me want more.”
My pussy is still throbbing as I grip his dick in my hand, angling it upward and I’m thankful I’m as wet as I am because the moment I feel his thick tip press against me, I know it’s going to take some effort to get him inside me.
“Fuck,” Wolf says through a stifled groan as I slowly press my hips downward, carefully lowering myself on his cock. “Either my dick got bigger or you got tighter.” He lets out a deep moan that vibrates in the core of me. “Your cunt feels like a fucking vice, baby.”
I definitely got tighter, enough so that I have to concentrate to wedge him inside, my muscles strong but straining as I sink over him to the hilt. It feels like he’s impaling me and everything inside is shifting to make room, and it hurts just a little.
But, fuck, it feels good.
It feels so damn good.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to brace myself, and his hands go to my waist again, holding me in place. He wants to fuck me and he wants to fuck me hard, I can see it in the molten fire of his stare. But he’s still weak, and more than that, I want to be in control here. I feel like the moment I give that up is the moment I forgive him, as silly as that might seem.
