Page 32 of Fated Blood


Font Size:  

She tosses me flat on my back, pinning me to the ground and mounting me like a horse.

“More…” she breathes, pushing me inside her again. Her hips jerk sporadically as she tries to find a rhythm. I grab her and pull upwards while also rocking back and forth. “More!” she screams, and I thrust my hips up into her while she comes back down. “Yes!” she cries, and all bets are off.

Her body has gone soft, distracted by sheer pleasure. I sit up fast, wrapping my arms around her and rolling her over. This time she’s under me, my body pinning her to the ground, and when realization dawns on her eyes that I’m not attacking, she wraps her legs around my hips and hooks her ankles together.

“More?” I tease, and she nods fast. “I’ll give you as much as you need…” I whisper, kissing her gently before I start thrusting in and out, fast and hard.

Soon, neither of us can talk. Our bodies are grinding together, fulfilling some deep-seated need inside me that I didn’t even realize I had. Her tangled hair is pooling behind her, spread over the stones of the cell. Suddenly, these rooms meant to be our prison have become the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.

Fayla is so tight, so deliciously warm inside, I’ve never had anyone better than this. Her nails dig into my back, dragging up and down my spine. My mouth takes hers, just as hard as my cock, and we devour each other's hungry moans.

“You’re so beautiful…” I tell her, smoothing her hair away from her face and slowing my rhythm. I’m ready to explode, ready to fill her with a seed that feels like it’s been waiting lifetimes to sow.

She melts underneath me, our frantic lovemaking becoming something different, something sensual. “Sebastian…” she mewls my name, her fingers trailing down my chest as if she’s memorizing every part of my body. “I've never felt anything like this in my life…”

“It only gets better,” I tell her, swooping down to tangle my tongue with hers as she arches her hips against me.

“It gets better than this?” she asks, almost delirious with pleasure.

“Let me show you?”

Her answering nod is all I need.

I rise up on my knees, angling her body beneath mine so I go deeper, pressing harder on her g-spot. Her eyes flare in surprise, but her mouth doesn’t make a sound. She doesn’t breathe. I press inside her slow and deep, thrust harder at the very end. I rub against her cervix over and over, harder and harder, keeping the same steady pace that’s making her wild.

“Oh gods! It’s coming!” she wails, her face contorting to look almost worried. Her hands fly up to her head, tangling in her hair, as a blush starts on her chest and works its way up her neck.

“Look at me,” I growl, and her head snaps in my direction. “I want to watch you come…”

“Yes…Seb… oh, oh!” She jerks under me, her body arching higher off the floor as her eyes roll back in her head. She stops breathing for a moment, but when she finally exhales she does so with such a raw moan of pleasure I can feel it in my balls. They pull up, tightening with a warning need.

“Watch!” I growl, reaching up to grab her chin and turn her face down to see where our bodies are joined. Her nectar is coating me, her moans from her orgasm going on and on. “When I do this, you’re mine!” I hiss, as if warning her. I feel as if this is a claiming, as if after I come inside her, she’s mine and I am hers and if anyone ever gets between us, I’ll kill them with my bare hands.

“I’m yours!” she screams, and I come undone. My body stiffens, a thrill of extreme pleasure burning me from the inside out. I feel my semen rise from my balls, shoot through my cock, and sink into her. I need to see her body, all of it. I reach for her chest and yank, ripping the nightgown off her in one quick motion. I toss it to the side and run my fingertips slowly from her collarbone to her pelvis.

“Fuck!” I roar, fucking her hard and fast as her sweet pussy pulsates and sucks everything out of me. We’re both watching our bodies, watching our combined pleasure shows itself in a physical form as my seed pools out of her. I don’t slow down, I can’t. My body doesn’t know how. I collapse over Fayla, kissing her frantically as my orgasm begins to fade and her next one ramps up.

“I love you, Sebastian!” she cries as she explodes again, her eyes tearing up with the raw emotion and sheer pleasure.

Her words shock me, but I can see the truth of it in her face. I smile, feeling possessive and so damn pleased with everything.

As everything begins to slow down, I lay my body on hers and just feel her underneath me for a minute. I’m going soft inside her throbbing core, but I won’t pull out. Not yet. I roll to my side and pull her with me, draping her leg over me and thrusting once more for good measure. Laying with her now, deep in the darkness, all I can see is the outline of her round breasts in silhouette. I stroke the curve of them, learning everything about her texture and shape even though I can’t see her.

“Fayla…” I breathe.

Her hand moves to cup my face. “Sebastian,” she smiles.

I feel it more than see it, and then her lips are on mine again. This kiss is tentative, shy, as if we didn’t just make love. This feels like how our first kiss should have been, and I savor the soft innocence of every single moment.

Suddenly I can see better. An amber glow is illuminating her skin, her hair. I pull back, desperately needing to see her breasts in all the clarity, and I stop breathing when I do. Her areolas are so pale it's hard to differentiate them from the tone of her natural flesh. I exhale, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipple in awe.

“Those have got to be the best tits I’ve ever seen!” a voice cackles from outside that cell.

I roar with fury and cover my lover's body with my own. Looking up, ready to kill whoever interrupted us. I see Angelica’s son with his cock in his hand. He’s holding the source of the amber glow, a lantern held close to the cage, and he’s jerking himself off while he watches us embrace. “Don’t stop! I’m almost there!” he pants.

Before I can react to the insult of everything that is this vampire, I’m flung off Fayla and she’s suddenly standing before me. “Let me help you with that!” she snarls.

A horrified scream echoes off the walls as she yanks her hand back savagely. I blink, unsure of what just happened until I see the dripping appendage of the vampire in her hand.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com