a second orgasm ripping through her and soaking my pants in kind.
Oh, how I ached to free my cock and sink into all that delicious heat. She was so ready for me. Maybe tight, too.
Damn, I couldn’t wait to take her. She was mine. My pet. My gift. I’d fuck every hole, fill her with my essence to the point where she’d drown in it. Only to revive her and do it all over again.
She’d beg me to do it.
Plead with me to take her over the edge into an oblivion unlike any she’d ever experienced.
Then she’d cry for more.
My strong warrior Willow. I meant what I said. I enjoyed blood. I enjoyed pain. If she didn’t stop me, I’d likely destroy us both. But at least we’d die satisfied.
She whimpered above me, her nails digging into my dress shirt.
I released her breast to meet her gaze, noting the haze of desire clouding her features. She was on the precipice of another orgasm, her body moving against mine in short bursts. Yet she groaned as if it weren’t enough, her cheeks reddening with exertion.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Show me how you like to be stroked.”
She quivered, her head dipping back as her eyes closed. Her blush spread down her neck to her cleavage and disappeared into the black translucent material covering her breasts. I gripped the straps holding up the fabric and pushed them off her shoulders to reveal her gorgeous little nipples.
“Willow,” I murmured. “Pet your pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come again.” I shifted her on my lap, pulling her away from my groin and the friction she’d been using.
A small sound of protest parted her lips, then her hand fell between her legs to do exactly as I demanded. Leaving one hand on her hip, I used the other to lift her dress and watch her work.
Her tentative strokes told me this was new for her, that she hadn’t been properly instructed on how to pleasure herself. Yet she quickly figured it out, her body trembling violently every time she brushed her clit.
Then she pressed her thumb to the little button and began to circle it, the movement hypnotic and sexy as hell. I wanted to flip her onto her back and replace her touch with my mouth.
But that wasn’t the point of this exercise. I wanted to observe, and observe I did.
“Keep going,” I encouraged her. “I want you soaked and sated, Willow. And I want you to scream my name when you come this time. As loud as you fucking can.”
She resembled utter perfection in this state, her mind quieting as the needs of her body took over.
“This is what being with a vampire feels like,” I told her as I palmed one of her breasts. My other hand remained on her hip to provide stability, ready to catch her if this next orgasm threw her into a state of unconsciousness. “You need to remember this when we’re together, Willow. Remember how you feel right now, and know that this was only a brief introduction to what I can do to you.”
I tweaked her nipple, hard enough to burn, then soothed it with my tongue. She groaned in response, her fingers moving faster now, her pace a chaotic mixture of passion and lust.
“I can fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
My words elicited a deep moan from her, followed by a tear down her cheek. She was overstimulated, her body breaking beneath the onslaught of too much ecstasy. But she could take it.
“You’re almost there, sweetheart,” I said, my lips going to her throat to lap at the wound I left against her neck.
Her resulting groan went straight to my cock. It took serious effort not to rip off my pants and sink balls-deep into her, but this wasn’t so much about me as it was her. I needed her to understand what it would be like between us, to leave her craving more.
Willow’s legs began to shake, her flush a permanent fixture against her skin.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Come for me, Willow. Come hard.” I bit her again, this time on her opposite breast, and growled as her world fell apart.
She screamed my name, her beautiful body mine to command in all ways. Rather than take more of her blood, I moved my mouth to hers and kissed the hell out of her while she cried from the insanity I’d forced upon her.
Her body spasmed violently, to the point where