“Yes,” I growl, gripping his hair and dragging him down. He comes willingly as I cover his lips with mine, licking my blood from his mouth.
He kisses me hard, our teeth clashing as our tongues duel. The kiss is frantic and hungry, and he tears his mouth away, panting before he leans down and laps at the blood trickling from his bite. He kisses down my chest, crawling lower until he’s between my legs.
Holy fuck, yes.
“Eat me, Jair,” I demand.
He yanks my thighs farther apart and stares at my wet pussy, his tongue darting out and tracing across his plump lower lip. I groan, fuck, that’s hot. Especially with his fangs still hanging down, he looks like he could kill me and I would gladly let him. I would die happy with his cock buried in me, his fangs draining me of my blood.
Shit, it makes me wetter imagining him doing that. Once upon a time, I would have cringed at these thoughts, at crossing that line between pain, pleasure, and death and playing with it...but now? I crave it, I want it. I want him to try and kill me, to bring me untold pleasure as he does.
He lies between my thighs, his long, lean fingers tracing through my wetness, and his eyes meet mine as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Jair closes his eyes for a moment as he moans my name. “You taste like death,” he whispers.
Fuck.
Reaching down, I clutch his hair, dragging him towards my pussy and making him laugh. “Now,” I demand.
The first touch of his tongue against my slick folds has me bucking, pushing my pussy to his face. His hands dig into my thighs, keeping me still for his attention. I’m at his mercy and it only makes me needier. I’m so close to coming already, all it would take is…
Yes.
His tongue dives into my pussy before pulling out and flicking my clit over and over again. Some men tease, play, but he doesn’t. He demands my pleasure, forcing it from my body as his fingers dive into my channel, stretching me, pressing against those nerves inside.
Grinding against him, I watch him desperately, my eyes wild, breath panting. My whole body tingles, and I try to resist the rising heat, but I can’t. I’m so close, so close...
He turns his head and bites my thigh, making me scream in release. It comes over me so suddenly, the pain making it so much stronger, my back actually bows. Rearing up over me, he grabs my legs, throws them around his waist as he lines up his cock, and pushes inside my still clenching pussy.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I drag him back down, turning my head to offer him my neck. He laps at my vein as he drives into me again and again, his cock slightly curved so it hits that point inside me. It’s brutal, raw, and dirty.
It’s fucking.
It’s claiming.
His cock is almost cold, and the sensation of that icy caress inside my molten heat causes me to cry out and clench around him again, wanting it. Wanting to feel that ice-cold touch everywhere.
“Bite me,” I beg, wrapping my legs higher around him, making him slip farther in until he’s bumping my cervix. That touch of pain, coupled with him dragging along my nerves has me climbing back up to another release, and I want to reach it with his fangs buried in me as he drains me dry.
“Jair, bite me!” I scream.
He growls, pushing my face down as he buried his fangs in me once more, the flash of pain melting to red-hot pleasure that tracks down my throat, to my chest, and then meets his ice-cold desire building in my belly, twining together. The heat and ice leaves me with nothing but a hole for him, keeping me locked in that sensation as it flows through me repeatedly until suddenly, it explodes in a firework of ice and lava, sweeping me away as something clicks into place.
A bond.
My eyes fly wide, he’s my mate!
His teeth leave my neck as he grunts, burying his face there as I feel his cum fill me, his hips stopping. Panting, we lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms with blood dripping from my neck, cum from my pussy, and a smile curving my lips.
Leaning up on his arms, he stares down at me with a smile as he pushes my sweaty hair away from my neck and gently cups my