Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“Fuck me… husband.”
I hissed and felt my fangs throb. I positioned us so I was on my back and Clara straddled me. It took every ounce of control I possessed not to notch my head at her tiny hole and shove up at the same time I pulled her down on me. But I wanted Clara to do this, to know she had control over me.
I could have come just from the feel of her gripping my dick and positioning the tip at her entrance. She started to slowly sink down, her eyes wide, her mouth parted as her body opened and took all of me. When half of my cock was lodged inside of her, I gripped her hip tightly, giving her a reassuring squeeze. And when she pushed down another inch, I thrust up brutally, burying myself all the way inside.
She let her head fall back, baring her throat, and her pulse rapidly beat at the side of her neck. Beautiful.
“Ivan,” she whisper-moaned my name. She shook her head as if to clear it, eyes shut, the trace of pain still on her face. When she opened them again, I seized her hips, dragged her down, impaling her on my cock until she cried out.
“It hurts… but oh, it feels so good.” Her moan broke on the last word as she lifted slightly, then sank back down.
For long moments, she moved like that—slow, steady pumps—searching for her rhythm.
“Fuck yourself on me, Clara,” I growled. And she did, finding the perfect pace, driving me higher than I thought I could go.
The slick sounds of her pussy squeezing my cock filling my head.
“That’s it,” I rasped, fighting release, a rumble tearing from my throat.
She moaned again, rising and taking me deeper, her wet heat slickening every thrust until she could swallow me whole.
Pure torture. The sweetest kind.
“Take more. Take all of me. Don’t stop.”
My teeth bared, my voice raw. “Use me. Take what you need.”
And she did. Her rhythm steadied, hips rolling, pleasure building, her body surrendering as mine demanded. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her slick cunt pulling me deeper, milking me, summoning me like a siren’s call.
“That’s it,” I rasped, fighting release, my chest rumbling with a sound that was not wholly human.
I dragged her arm to my mouth, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. Blood from the twin marks on her forearm welled instantly, hot and rich, spilling over my tongue. I drank as she rode me, my cock buried in her while her pulse spilled into me, binding us in flesh and blood.
I tore my mouth away long enough to paint the crimson across her breasts, streaking her nipples with her own heat. “Look at you,” I growled, pressing my thumb against the slicked peak. “My sacrifice.”
Her moan shattered against the walls as she arched, riding harder, her cunt getting wetter with every thrust.
I leaned up, caught her mouth in a brutal kiss, smearing the blood between our lips. She tasted herself and me. Copper, life, hunger.
“Take more,” I demanded, my voice a vow, my body a weapon. “Take all of me, Clara. Don’t stop until you’ve drained my balls dry and I’ve buried every drop of myself inside you.”
The firelight painted her in gold and shadow, flames flickering against the curve of her breasts and the delicate lines of her throat. Clara’s skin glowed as though it belonged to some higher realm.
I watched her with the carnal need of a man starved for centuries. My physical appetite had always been blood and death, but what I was truly starved for had always been her.
With her, it was more. It was everything.
I reached up, curling my hands around her breasts, feeling the soft weight, the heat, the pulse of life beneath her skin. I twisted her nipples hard enough that her eyes flashed open, widening, a cry spilling from her lips.
“Come for me,” I growled, voice rough and low. “Give me what I want because you were made to please me.”
Her lips parted, her breath shallow, but she arched into my touch instead of away from it. I pinched harder before surging upright, one hand gripping her ass, the other wrapping around her throat. I yanked her face to mine, claiming her mouth in a kiss. My fang split my lower lip, and I forced my blood against her tongue.
She moaned, her body shuddering as she swallowed, drinking from me like she’d always known she was meant to. My snarl reverberated through her mouth when she sucked harder, taking my essence into herself.
“That’s it,” I rasped against her lips. “You’ll never thirst for anyone but me.”
Her body rocked against mine, her cunt clutching at my cock as if her blood and her sex conspired together to keep me buried inside her forever. I brought my palm across her ass, the sharp crack filling the chamber. Her cry was ragged, her hips grinding down, milking me with desperate need.