William (The Valentines) - By Sam Crescent Page 0,37

impatient to feel more of him.

“Patience, my dear,” he chuckled as he moved her, bringing her body against his.

“I’ve waited for over twenty-three years, William. Please don’t make me wait any more.”

She sounded so desperate that he took her at her word. He pulled the panties off and lifted her in his arms as he placed her on the centre of the bed. Within seconds he had removed the rest of his own clothing, not drawing it out. There would be time for that later. Now he wanted to feel everything with her.

He moved onto his side, resting his head on his hand so his other was free to do with as he wanted. He began by cupping her cheek. This was his seduction of Katie, after waiting weeks to be with her. He plunged his tongue between her quivering lips, melding them together as they had always been meant to be.

He kept her lips occupied as he cupped her right breast, feeling the nipple, moving to her left breast and giving it the same attention. Once she was gasping and arching against his touch, he moved further down, swirling his fingers along her tummy. It shook and tightened as he smoothed a path from one hip bone to the other until he dipped his finger down and circled her swollen, dripping wet clit.

She whimpered against him, covering his hand which was touching her pussy. With the speed of a vampire he grasped both her hands in one of his and pinned them against the bed above her head. She tried to break free of the trap he’d set. His strength came in handy. With his other hand, he pressed between her thighs.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She stopped her struggling for a split second as his meaning took effect. “I trust you with my very life.”

“Then stop struggling and trust me to give you pleasure. To make your first time a time you will never forget.”

She pouted. He smiled but refused to do anything more. He could smell her heady fragrance but he kept his finger still even as she tried to move her hips to get him to help her.

William rewarded her instantly as he moved his finger over her clit. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him. He still had her hands cuffed in his.

“Keep your hands there and don’t move,” he ordered her. He waited until he got her nod of understanding.

He kissed her one last time as he moved down her body, going straight for what he wanted. Using his large hands, he separated her legs, getting himself comfortable. He looked up at his woman.

He fell in love all over again. She was beautiful everywhere. Her plump lips were dusted with amber curls, open slightly for him to see her clit, red, swollen and pulsing. William licked his lips. He was so hungry for a taste. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal and he wanted more.

William used his lips to open her pussy. Only then did he move his tongue through the slit, gathering her juices on his tongue. He heard her cry echo off the walls as she absorbed the new sensation of having him lick her pussy, so different in the real world compared to the dream world.

“Oh…my…God…”she panted every word.

William feasted on her, showing her the magical power of his mouth.

He held her legs open as she tried to shut him out. He wouldn’t allow it—he needed to bring her to climax with his mouth. He wanted to taste every drop of her sweet cream.

“It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much,” she chanted, over and over. He circled her clit, taking the sweet nub between his teeth, applying enough pressure to cause pleasure but with the bite of pain.

He touched her stomach, pressing down, and could feel the muscles tightening as her release began to build.

He took her to the point of release and brought her back down again. He repeated this process until she was begging and whimpering for him to continue. He wanted her mindless, so consumed by lust, desire and love as not to register the pain of her first time. The pain that must happen for the blood bond to be cemented. In the dream world there hadn’t been any pain, only a numbed sort of pleasure. Whereas now every touch, kiss and lick was heightened.

When he knew she was past the point of no return, he built up the sensation, drawing