Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,73
use strength to tell him what she wanted; he would always know her body, heart and soul’s needs and obey them.
He rolled them smoothly, keeping their mouths fused, their lower bodies locked, until he was on his back in the mossy bed of grass, and she was settled on top of him.
She broke the seal of their lips and licked around his mouth, savoring every last drop of their combined flavor, as if she couldn’t get enough.
“Dalair…” she murmured, pressing desperate kisses all over his face now, “you taste divine…you make me so hungry…I want to devour you alive.”
In wordless answer, he turned his head slightly, exposing the long, strong column of his throat.
Take whatever you want, his subtle movement said. Everything I have, everything I am, is yours.
With a primal growl, she buried her face in his neck and struck. Her fangs sinking deep into his jugular vein, the draws of her mouth upon his sweat-slicked skin hard and bruising.
He reveled in the biting pain-pleasure as she fed, his heart working hard to pump more blood. He gripped her hips and ground up into her from below, thrusting in time with her pulls on his vein.
When she slowed, he slowed. When she drank longer, deeper, he gave her more of his cock, grinding up against her deepest pleasure, making her clench uncontrollably around him, squeezing him so tight he saw stars. And when she drank fast and furious, he jack-hammered into her until his hips and buttocks were completely raised from the ground, the brace of his legs and arms supporting both their weight as he planked his torso for leverage.
The jolting effect of his relentless, hard and fast thrusting made her fangs tear his skin. He could feel the wound gaping, his blood running hot and copious down his neck, but he didn’t care. His healed body, vibrating with almost uncontainable strength, had plenty more.
One of her hands clawed into his hair, holding his head at the exact angle she wanted; the other closing over this throat, exerting just enough pressure to reduce his intake of air. Coalescing his senses to two points—where she penetrated and fed from him, and where he penetrated and fed into her.
Give it to me, Dalair, she commanded in his mind, her voice deep and resonant, a distorted sound that was both Sophia and Destroyer.
I want it all. Give me everything.
He exploded, then, on a shuddering exhale. Jerked and clenched and released in an unending flood.
She sucked upon the torn flesh of his neck so hard the pain eclipsed the pleasure, making him hiss. Her core clamped tightly around him, milking him so brutally, his voice evaporated on a raw groan.
But she didn’t relent, not even for a moment. Taking everything he had with merciless satisfaction.
He felt it—the savage glee of the monster within her when it made him hurt. It reveled in the pain it caused him, as much as the pleasure. If the Destroyer were a physical being with fangs and claws, it would be tearing into him right now, shredding him into ribbons just so it could put him back together the way it wanted in a savage ritual of ownership and possession.
But the monster was also Sophia, and she held it back from truly hurting him.
At the height of the pain, it suddenly transmuted into a devastating, breath-stealing pleasure, as her core throbbed around him lovingly, easing him through the rest of his release, drawing it out, drinking him in. As her fangs gently retracted from his vein, and she licked the wound closed, her saliva electrifying his nerve endings with tiny shocks of ecstasy.
Her body softened completely on top of his, molding to his hard planes and angles, calming his raging heat with soothing warmth. She lapped the excess blood from his skin, following its trail down his neck to his collarbone and pecs, her tongue swirling playfully around the hard pebbles of his nipples, first one, and then the other.
The blood was gone by now, but she didn’t stop pleasuring him. With a voluptuous twist of her hips, she released him from her pussy.
His unending erection, wet with their fluids, lay against his drum-tight stomach, pulsing with insatiable need. He could feel the physical proof of that need, a combination of pre-cum and the remnants of his last orgasm, leak out of the swollen, throbbing slit, down his hot column to the heavy weights below.