Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,109
shoulders. Usually, I liked to joke in the bedroom and that would have had me snorting.
Neither of us were laughing.
His hand swept over the curves of my stomach and he ripped my panties off.
Finally.
His finger lodged inside me without warning, and I screamed at the contact. He paused for the bare second it probably took to feel that my scream wasn’t the pained kind.
Then he moved.
At Vissimo speed. I think he added another finger. A thumb on my clit? So much was happening. So fast. My senses were overwhelmed with slippery ecstasy. It felt like three sets of hands were on me, but that was impossible.
It was impossible.
I—
The doors opened on an inferno, and I had no time to process the fire about to consume me. My eyes were wide on his face, and I inhaled my scream, my entire body tightening around his fingers.
He watched me, fangs lengthened, rage etched over his face.
Not at me.
He was about to claim me.
“Come, mate,” Kyros rumbled.
I choked on a pitiful sound as a heavy languidness filled me from head to toe. Flames rolled through me, eviscerating awareness of myself.
He picked me up, laying me on the table. I shuddered at the cold glass, merely adding to the shaking of my limbs as aftershock after aftershock hit me.
“Inside,” I rasped.
His clothes were gone.
Kyros whirled away, giving me a glorious view of his ass. His shoulders heaved and he covered his mouth, snarls ripping from him.
“Bite me,” I said dreamily. “I don’t care. But you better fuck me without delay. And that’s an order.”
He approached the table, and I shimmied my ass down to the edge.
Kyros positioned himself at my entrance.
Gripping both of my hips, he pulled me onto his erection. My eyes rounded and my insides clenched in warning at the size of him.
The vampire didn’t stop sliding me toward him until I was situated all the way on his cock.
“Fucking perfect,” he said, nearly too rapidly to make out the words.
I’d never been filled so completely. I wanted so much all at once. Gathering the feeling, I shoved it at him as he drew his hips back.
His answering growl was terrible. He slammed into me and I saw fucking stars.
Holy fu—
Again.
I had no chance of matching his strength and speed, but my body knew I needed this more than breathing right now. My hips strained to meet his.
We found our rhythm.
I clutched onto his shoulders as he lifted me, his hips pumping below. My cries intertwined with his pained moans.
He couldn’t hold on much longer. And I had no illusion about just what he was holding onto.
Swallowing a scream as he adjusted to piston deeper, I kissed him gently and let my head fall to one side, my hair slithering across my back.
Snap.
I felt the restraint detonate within him. His fangs cut into my neck. This time, the uncomfortable sensation of blood being drawn only spurred me to greater heights, the small hurt catapulting me to animalistic.
He spun, shoving my back against a wall. I shoved at him, raking my nails down his arms as he drank.
Kyros yanked away and roared, my blood dripping from his mouth.
The wall behind me cracked and shattered and he ripped me away, lowering me to the carpeted floor. He tore at his wrist.
All I could focus on was him inside me. I needed more.
More.
He clamped his bleeding wrist over my mouth, and I swallowed the thick blood without thought, occupied entirely with chasing the hot bliss low in my stomach. Kyros tilted my hips forward so my back arched and slowly slid until his erection hovered at my entrance.
Kyros locked onto my gaze as he slammed all the way home.
My mouth rounded as I catapulted down a narrow tunnel, my being imploding to an impossible, tiny point. His roar echoed around me, through me. His blood dripped from my mouth. I rose higher.
Higher.
As the desperate fire of the thrall slammed into me, I came undone.
Undone.
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I stretched in the bed and was stopped by a blanket cocoon of my own making. “Butterfly.”
Kicking, I managed to find a loose edge and throw the prison open. Cool air washed over me, and I sighed, stretching my arms above my head and eliciting a delicious shudder.
I sat bolt upright. “Fuck.”
“We did.”
Clutching my throat, I blew out an annoyed breath when I spotted Kyros on the round sofa. I inhaled, blinking as his man scent filled my senses. An earthy musk—patchouli? The warm aroma was punctuated by citrus, maybe lime.