Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,83

heavy eyelids up.

“Alend…Alend, Alend, Alend…”

She chanted his name with a helpless desperation that tore through him, making him equally desperate to fulfill her, to give her everything she wanted. Everything he had.

He arched up into her one last time, locking into the place that no one but he would ever reach.

She came apart on a silent scream as he held there, his sex throbbing uncontrollably within the tight clasp of her body, triggering an endless explosion of bliss from deep within her, making her squeeze him rhythmically everywhere, but especially there.

So fucking tight.

He clenched his teeth and held on as long as he could, until finally, her fisting core could be denied no longer, and he erupted with a roar inside of her, flooding her with his thick, molten seed.

Their climax went on and on, one orgasm rolling into another like wave after crashing tidal wave, each one higher than the last, drowning them in unimaginable ecstasy.

And then he felt it.

Her mouth at his throat as she tucked her face into the crook of his neck. She was trying to bite him again with her tiny teeth. Except this time, he felt the sting of something sharper—

As her Pure female fangs sank into his jugular vein.

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More.

Mine.

Mine! Mine! Mine!

The words pounded through Eveline’s veins to the maddened beat of her wildly leaping pulse as her newly-grown fangs punctured Ramses’ taut, sweat-salty skin, sinking smoothly into his jugular like they’d always belonged there.

She was finally home.

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she breathed him in as she drew the first pull of his rich, hot, spicy-sweet blood into her mouth.

Oh gods!

His taste! A million flavors exploded upon her tongue, all of which she loved, but never knew before now. And all of her clamored for more!

How could he quench her burning thirst while simultaneously make her feel starved? Being hopelessly, helplessly addicted to him didn’t begin to describe what she felt. Always more. It was never enough with him.

She wanted him endlessly.

She impaled herself further onto his enduringly rigid cock by grinding even closer down on him as she grabbed onto the side of his neck to push her fangs deeper into his throat.

Ah, sweet, dark, decadent possession.

She loved owning him his way. She’d wanted it from the first time she beheld him, though she hadn’t known it for what it was at the time. She knew that only his Dark Mate had tasted his blood before. Somehow, she knew. But Ashlu had wasted the honor he gave her. Like a person suffering from ageusia presented with a three-star Michelin experience.

He’d allowed no other to penetrate him like this. She could feel it; she could taste it. It was in the sweet burst of innocence in his blood, like a virgin shyly revealing his secrets, as each flavor unfolded into another, like the opening of petals on an infinitely kaleidoscopic rose.

Eveline chased those secrets to their vulnerable, tender, pulsing core, until it was him she was drinking, not just his blood.

Her other hand still gripped the base of his throbbing sex, still felt the pulse of his cream as he poured himself into her, just as his blood flowed hotly into her mouth, down her throat, igniting all of her heretofore dormant taste buds.

All hers.

Every part of him.

His smooth, golden-bronze skin. His big, stone-hard, muscular body. His intense, obsidian eyes. His magnificent, steely cock.

All of his cream.

All of his blood.

All hers!

She wanted to lay him back on the cavern ground like an endless feast. She wanted to command him to her will, make him offer himself up like a sexual banquet, feed her his every vein. She wanted to give him pleasure so incomparable, everything he’d ever known before her would be obliterated into immemorable dust.

And just as she thought these things, he was suddenly lying back upon the cool, slightly damp ground, taking her with him, since she refused to relinquish her tight grip on his throat.

“Eveline…” he rasped low, his voice guttural and raw.

She pulled out briefly to look down into his eyes, even as she tracked the slow trickle of blood that leaked out of the small punctures she’d made in the corner of her own eye. She was so intensely aware of everything about him. Every breath and sound. Every sigh, every pulse.

So that was when she saw that the other tears in his throat from the Challenge had knitted together entirely. Not fully healed, but they were no longer bleeding. Boldly, she pushed up his