Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,81

wide-awake gorging of blood. The initial penetration of his dagger-like fangs hadn’t been the most pleasant sensation, but the moment his saliva entered her veins, Eveline felt nothing but pure, undiluted ecstasy.

He’d fallen back on both knees, clutching her body to him.

Dazedly, she felt him pull out of her wrist and lick the wounds closed. He sat back and pulled her with him to straddle his lap. Like a man starved, he half kissed, half nipped his way up her bare arm, past her shoulder to her neck, where he nuzzled deeply, inhaling her scent in great, shuddering gulps.

“Ramses…” she murmured, his venom shooting through her veins like lightning bolts of raw desire.

“Alend,” he rasped in a voice so deep and husky, her sex clenched reflexively with anticipation and need.

“My name is Alend. Say it.”

“Ah-lahnd,” she whispered shyly, pronouncing it the way he did, and felt him shudder against her.

He licked along the length of her throat and sucked the skin over her jugular vein urgently, hard enough to leave a bruise for hours after the fact.

And then, slowly this time, he entered her flesh with his elongated fangs, letting her revel in the burning pain-pleasure of his penetration.

“Alend…” she gasped again, her pulse jumping wildly, her heart pumping furiously to push more blood through her veins, as if her body was as desperate to provide nourishment to him as he was desperate to take from her.

He drank from her in long, steady, heady gulps, his arms tight around her, his body a hot, muscular prison from which she never wanted to escape.

“Please…” she begged deliriously, even though she didn’t know what she was asking for.

She just wanted.

She needed.

She burned.

Deftly, he shifted beneath her, doing something magical with his hands.

And then, he was there. Right there at her naked core.

Eveline moaned with abandon as his fangs sank even deeper into her throat, as he undulated against her lower body with his, sliding the hot, steely, satiny thick length of him against her weeping wet sex.

The engorged head rubbed against her pearl with each slow thrust, making her shudder and quake all over like a tuning fork repeatedly hit with a rubber hammer, each strike more resounding than the last, making endless ripples of pleasure cascade throughout her body to the tip of every extremity.

And he wasn’t even inside her yet!

“Want you…please…” she begged incoherently. “Want you so bad…never…I’ve never…”

Suddenly, he pulled back from her, his fangs disengaging from her throat, and he efficiently licked her wounds closed.

Eveline made a gurgled sound of desperation and loss.

Come back! She shouted in her mind. She needed him inside! Any way she could get him.

“Eveline.”

Mindlessly, she tried to wriggle closer, her open core dripping her juices against his naked cock, primitively marking him as hers as she ground down upon him. She wanted to mark him everywhere.

Mine!

“Eveline.”

She rubbed the swollen lips of her sex against his thick steel, the silky friction mind-numbing with how good it felt. Her inner muscles clenched with anticipation and hunger, needing him inside. Need him to obliterate her emptiness.

Only him.

Only Ramses.

Strong fingers gripped her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes, even though she continued to grind against him, shivering all over, already on the verge of the most cataclysmic orgasm of her life.

“Look at me when you take me,” his chocolate-sin voice rumbled.

“Feel me when I take you.”

Fervently, she nodded.

Whatever he wanted. She’d consent to anything and everything. Just please, Goddess!

Come the fuck inside!

As if he heard her command, his obsidian eyes glinted savagely as he snapped his hips with unerring force. And filled her thoroughly from root to tip in—

One. Long. Searing. Thrust.

Mercy! But he was quite ridiculously overwhelming!

Eveline had the fleeting thought that she should have perhaps captured measurements before begging to be impaled upon his King Kong cock; she was sure she felt him all the way in her throat!

But her most prominent thought was that this feeling of extreme fullness, the heat and hardness of him inside her, his drugging scent permeating the air all around her—this was what she’d been missing all her existence.

She knew in the depths of her soul that she’d never feel it with anyone else but Ramses.

“With his surrender, the sacrifice is made. Death is near and Darkness surrounds, as the race’s Adversary raises its blade…”

—From the Zodiac Prophesies

Chapter Fifteen

Mine.

It was the only thought in Ramses’ mind.

In his heart. His soul.

When he entered her veins for the very first time with his fangs the night they’d met, he

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