“No.” He was breathing roughly, taking her so slowly she was shaking, her h*ps jerking roughly as his hands clasped hers, holding them to her ankles. “You won’t kiss me, won’t let me lap at your soft little pu**y, then I’ll make up for it here.” His voice was dark, so rough it stroked her senses like a firm loving hand.
He was killing her. Stretching her by slow degrees, making her cunt walls spasm and flex in rapturous greed as he worked slowly deeper.
“Damn, kitten, you’re so pretty.” His eyes were glittering, his face sweat-dampened, his thick lashes in damp spikes as he glanced at her. “There’s nothing so sexy as watching your sweet pu**y take me. Do you remember that, Sherra? Remember how sexy it was the first time? It’s even hotter now. I swear, I think you’re tighter than ever.”
Sweat ran in slow rivulets down the sides of his face, along the scars of his chest as he suddenly slid into her to the hilt. Sherra bucked against him, strangling for breath as her cunt fought to adjust around the unfamiliar girth.
She stared back at him, whimpering at how deeply he filled her, needing him to take her violently, to slam his flesh as hard and deep inside her as possible.
“Please.” She was almost crying with the need.
He smiled tightly. “I know how you need it, Sherra. I know what you need. Give in to me and you can have it now. Refuse me and you’ll wait until I can’t stand it anymore before you get it.”
Her eyes widened. “What?” she wailed, her h*ps jerking, fighting for the friction she needed as he worked his h*ps in tight, hard circles, grinding the head of his c**k against her grasping cervix.
“Just a kiss,” he crooned softly as the knot of need tightened in her womb. “Give me your kiss, Sherra, and I’ll f**k you until you’re screaming because you don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain.”
Her kiss. Her destruction. “Kane, don’t do this to me.” She could feel the tears welling in her eyes, her body out of control, her pu**y spasming around his c**k as he slowly slid it to the entrance again before sliding back slowly, opening her all over again. “Please. It hurts. It hurts so bad.” She was crying and helpless to stop it. The punch strokes in her womb were killing her. The more he teased her, the harder they became.
His eyes fell to her abdomen, watching the hard convulsions of the muscles there each time his c**k butted against her cervix.
“I’m sorry,” she cried, emotion and fear overwhelming her. “I’m sorry, Kane. I can’t. I can’t give you what you want. I can’t…”
He cursed. A low, horrible sound of bleak acceptance before he jerked free of her body. Before she could scream out in protest he pulled her forward then flipped her over, braced her against the couch and rammed home.
Her back arched as a scream tore from her throat. His c**k was an iron-hard length of ecstasy plunging inside her now. His hands gripped her hips, almost bruising in their strength as he f**ked her so hard and fast she swore he would batter his way into her womb. And she still needed more. She shrieked with need as she lunged back into each stroke, driving him harder, deeper, feeling her orgasm tightening in her
womb with each thrust.
“Damn you.” He bent over her, his fingers delving between her thighs. Locating the hard swollen bud of her clit, he began to rub it with firm destructive strokes as he raked the tender channel of her pu**y. She was dying. Sherra felt her body tighten, felt fire erupt in her cunt, her womb, then explode so hard and fast she could do nothing but wail within the storm overtaking her.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Sherra. Come for me, baby. Yeah. Oh baby…” He was filling her. Spurting inside her as he continued to ride her through her orgasm, each thrust sending him to the very depths of her pu**y where he shot a stream of thick, hot seed at the mouth of her womb before shuttling back then surging forward for another.
Her body was soaking it up. Her orgasm ripped through her, shuddering through her bones and leaving her weak, exhausted, as she lay against the cushions of the couch. The muscles of her pu**y flexed, milked his flesh as he held himself deep for one last powerful spurt of release and collapsed over her.
“This won’t work for long,” he warned her, his breath caressing her ear. “You know it won’t, Sherra. You need more than just the c**k and hot seed. Your body and your mind need more. You can’t deny it forever.”
She shook her head, trembling at the ring of truth in his words. She would make it enough. If this were all she ever had, then it would be enough.
He moved away from her slowly, his softening flesh easing from the hold she had on it as he breathed out roughly.
“Are you okay now?” His hand smoothed over the curves of her butt. She nodded quickly. She had to get away from him. Had to have a minute to figure out exactly what had happened and where she had lost every measure of common sense she possessed.
“Do you need more?” She could feel the hunger throbbing in his voice. Her pu**y screamed yes. Her head pleaded no. She shook her head, her fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.
“Fine.” His voice was hard, bleak. “Be in the doctor’s office first thing in the morning. I’ll meet you there. You can hide from me all you want to, but I’ll be damned if your health will suffer for it.”
He was dressing. She could hear him behind her as she allowed her body to settle against the floor, her head resting on the couch away from him. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t face what she had just allowed to happen.
“Damn you for being so stubborn,” he finally cursed shortly. “If you need me, Sherra, you know where to find me.” The blend of sarcasm and fury had her shivering in dread. She had purposely never really pushed Kane in the past five months. Had let him make his smart-assed comments, let him torment her with his presence and his often-angry asides. But she hadn’t pushed back. She hadn’t pushed because she knew when she did she would trigger the dominance he kept such a tight leash on. The dominance she had just triggered with her refusal to share the heat with him. With her
refusal to give in to the needs rioting through her body.
The bedroom door closed behind him as he left, leaving her naked, the tatters of her gown hanging from one shoulder, his seed weeping from her aching pu**y. But the pain was gone. At least, for now.
Chapter Eight
Sherra stomped from the basement labs late the next morning after the intense examination and ritual bloodletting Martin was into. The man had to be part vampire to need all that blood. Foregoing the elevator, she moved quickly up the short flight of stairs, coming out just beyond the wide front entryway and directly across from the kitchen.