Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,107
red behind.
“Am I crazy, or this the fucking hottest thing we’ve ever done?” he asks. I look up at him to see all the worry and fear disappear from his eyes, replaced by pure carnality.
There he is.
I give him another squeeze, running my palm over the crown, a fever running through me. He thrusts up into my hand, a groan escaping his lips, and I remember how important it is to draw this out, to delay the orgasms as long as we can.
This is going to be HELL.
“Jesus,” he swears, leaning in to kiss me, his mouth gently sucking in my lip, then my chin, my jaw. “I want to fucking maul you.”
“You already have,” I tell him as he finds my neck. He tentatively licks at my skin and I start jacking him off, making my fist tighter, harder.
“Fuck,” he cries out, and then bites down on my neck hard, and I know he’s broken the skin there. Vampire husband will come in handy tonight.
I grip him harder, watching his back rise as he tries to catch his breath, tries to keep it together. Then I suddenly let go of him. Not only did they say to delay foreplay, but they said getting each other to the point of coming several times would help, as cruel as that seems.
And right now, it seems very, very cruel.
“I need to be inside you,” he says to me, grabbing my chin with a shaking hand. He has my blood on his lips and I lean in, licking it off of him.
“Not yet,” I tell him before kissing him deeply.
I make fists in his hair and then pull away, yanking his head down between my legs. “Don’t you dare get me off and don’t you dare get yourself off either,” I tell him.
I lie back on the counter and he starts devouring me, one hand spreading me further open, the other I know he’s touching himself with.
My back arches, my hips rise, and he works me so good with his tongue and teeth and lips that I just want him to keep going, but I know I can’t come, not yet.
“Stop,” I whisper but he’s not listening, his tongue swirling around my clit.
I grab his hair tighter and lift his head off me. “Stop,” I say again, gasping. “Oh god.” I was so close to coming.
He stares up at me through my legs, blood on his face, his hands. My stomach and breasts are already smeared red, so is his chest.
I hoist myself up to sitting position and he straightens up. His dark eyes are lost to lust, they look crazed and unsteady, gripped by fever. I part my thighs further and grab his bicep, pulling him up to me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Come here,” I tell him, reaching up and putting my hands behind his neck. “Closer.” I pull him into me so that I’m almost sliding off the edge of the counter, his shaft pressed right up against my clit, sliding easily against me. I’m so fucking wet, it’s insane.
I place my chin on his shoulder so that my breasts are pressed against his chest, so that our stomachs meet, so that the blood between us mixes. I swear I feel the heat building on our skin, sparks where the blood fuses together.
“Can you fuck me like this?” I whisper.
I hear him swallow, let out a heavy breath. “Yes.”
He reaches down, scooting back just a few inches to position himself.
Then he pushes his cock inside me, sliding in like silk, our bodies pressed together again.
“Oh, fuck,” he says through a gasp, and I’m widening for him, squeezing down on him as goes.
He’s already inside me so deep, and I press my heels against his ass, driving to drive him in deeper. I know we can’t rush, I know we have to wait, but I’m so fucking crazed right now that I almost don’t care. I just want to get off.
Focus with intention, I remind myself.
My fingers trip over the strained muscles of his back and he keeps pumping into me, his hips working in tight controlled circles at first, before getting more and more wild. He’s fucking me here, working me hard, just like he did four years ago, when we had absolutely no idea what was ahead of us.
And we still have no idea what the future holds.
All I know is that I will do anything to keep him in my life.