Fanged Love - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,84
not a virgin, then okay. I’m way too wrapped up in him and our now naked bodies pressed tightly together on his huge four-poster bed. I know he’s wrapped up too, because he didn’t even notice the lingerie. He tore it away with the hideous poofy red dress and then removed his tux.
He’s warmer than I remember last time, and maybe that’s because his heart is beating as fast as mine.
His kiss is hungry, and I run my tongue over his teeth, curious about his fangs. I find a small sharp point, but they must be retracted. I personally can’t wait for them to come out and play.
God, I hope he bites my neck when I’m climaxing. I can’t imagine how good it will feel.
I run my hands down his smooth, muscular back and cup my hands over his hard ass as he grinds his cock against me. He’s big. He’s thick. And he’s hard. I could definitely see it being a challenge if this were my first time.
I raise my hips, silently urging him to enter me, but he likes to tease me, pressing the head of his erection against my entrance, but pulling back each time I rock forward.
My nipples are hard, my skin is tingling, and the ache inside me is so intense. I’ve never wanted anyone like I do him. My husband. Boz. I love how that sounds.
He breaks our kiss and runs a strong hand down my breast, over my hip, and slides it beneath my knee. Meanwhile, his mouth finds that spot on my neck he likes.
“Yes. Do it,” I pant.
“Patience, Stella. We have some time before sunrise. I must see to your proper fulfillment.”
“No. No more patience. You said you would do anything for me.” Basically.
He bites down, and I feel the climax already starting. Each pull of his mouth sends a spike of pre-orgasmic shockwaves through my entire body.
With my knee still in his grasp, he positions himself against my wet, heated entrance and then begins to slide in. One inch at a time.
I suck in a breath and close my eyes, savoring the sensation of him biting me and working himself in.
I love it. I love the friction of his cock, stretching me, pushing me.
He breaks from my neck and gives the spot a little lick. “Are you all right.”
“Yes. Don’t stop. Keep going.”
He plants his hands on either side of my head, and I open my legs wider for him, wanting him to go deeper.
He takes the cue and thrusts hard, filling me completely. I am lost in the moment, in the sensations of our bodies joined. The ecstasy is unlike anything I could have imagined, as if I feel everything he feels alongside my own bursts of pleasure.
I want it to last. I want it to never stop. But I feel the build happening and I need it. I need him.
“Bite me,” I say. “I’m coming.”
He doesn’t do it. I don’t know why. Instead, he quickens the pace, sliding almost completely out and then pounding his way home again. I cry out in ecstasy with each penetration.
“Why won’t you bite my neck?” I ask, my words sounding almost foreign. I never imagined myself begging for something like that.
“I am too afraid I will lose control. You are so delicious. So sexy.” His mouth is back on mine. Suddenly, I’m remembering the story Neli told me, of how she and Boz bonded. I break from our kiss again. “If I drink from you, I’ll be immortal, right?”
Boz stops moving, and those dark eyes focus intensely on mine. “Is that what you want?”
“For now. Yes. At least until I decide about turning.”
“But it cannot be undone. And if you were to die, you would become like me.”
I don’t know if it’s because I’m in the throes of passion and he’s inside me, our two hearts beating as one, or because I’m so in love with him that I can’t imagine ever living without him, but I nod anyway. “Yes. I want to do it.”
He takes his finger, pushes it against his fang, and then gives it a quick suck. He returns his mouth to my lips and kisses me, his tongue dancing against mine. All I taste are roses. Red roses. Not at all what I expected.
I swallow and continue kissing him, more passionately than ever. He slams his cock into me, moving faster. I can feel he’s about to come.
His mouth slides back down to my neck.
“Is it done?” I