He swallowed and moaned, kept moving her mouth on him, thrusting gently now, easing himself into her. She sucked hard on each withdraw, squeezing his balls at the same time, giving him that hint of pain that seemed to enhance his pleasure. His eyes brightened again and his markings glowed in the same fierce colours.
He moved his hand to the top of her head and stopped her, holding her away from him. She got the message. Either she gave him a moment to calm down or she was going to push him over the edge. Elissa wriggled and stared at his cock, gaze following the thick ridge that ran down the underside, from his balls to the crown. Sense told her not to play with fire. Desire said to throw the rules out of the window and lick him.
She ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
Payne growled, the sound feral and pained, and suddenly she was on her back, her hands locked together by one of his, pinned to the pillows above her head. He knocked her knees apart and she gasped as he entered her, swift and brutal, burying himself as deeply as he could go. He groaned and his grip on her wrists tightened, verging on painful.
“Payne?” She tried to get him to look at her but he had his eyes closed, his face contorted in pleasure. He eased out slowly and then thrust inside again, and a spark of pleasure shot along her thighs and through her belly, erasing her trepidation. He clutched her wrists in one hand, holding her at his mercy, and held his weight off her with his other.
She moaned with each deep plunge of his cock into her body, each delicious invasion that sent shivers tripping over her skin. She tried to buck against him, wanting more. He snarled at her, vicious and dark, and grabbed her hip with his free hand, settling all of his weight on her wrists. Elissa flinched.
“It hurts.” She wriggled beneath him, trying to get her hands free. “Payne?”
He pulled her hips off the bed and thrust into her, harder now, sending fire rushing through her blood each time his pelvis hit her clitoris. She moaned and lost herself again, drowning in the mind-blowing feel of him moving inside her, his long strokes hitting her in just the right place to have her squirming beneath him, clenching and reaching for more.
He grunted and quickened his thrusts and she closed her eyes and arched up to meet him, unable to stop herself. He moaned, the sound wanton and erotic, and she groaned with him, her breathing accelerating in time with his pace. He pumped her hard and she could feel his desperation flowing through her, echoing within her. She pressed her heels into the mattress and worked her body against his, frantic and needy, lost in her passion and arousal.
“More,” she breathed and Payne lengthened his strokes, driving her insane with each long plunge of his cock into her core. Gods, she needed more. It wasn’t enough.
She flicked her eyes open and stared up at his face, using the sight of his pleasure to heighten her own and push her onwards towards climax. Her belly tightened, heat coiling there, ready to explode at any moment. She needed it. She reached for it. He groaned with each tightening of her body around his, pumping harder, taking her higher. Her thighs quivered, release almost within her reach. Close. Closer. She panted, rocking against him, riding his cock as he thrust into her, his pelvis striking her clitoris.
Elissa cried out as pleasure exploded through her, sending her legs trembling and heart racing. Her limbs slackened and she could no longer support her weight. Payne’s grip on her hip tightened, holding her in place as he thrust into her, not slowing his pace.
He pressed her hands harder against the mattress, the pain of his grip overshadowing her pleasure. He groaned and increased his pace.
“You’re hurting again.”
His eyes finally opened and a flicker of fear shot through her, cold realisation dawning at the back of her mind.
They weren’t only gold and blue now. Red shone like a corona around his elliptical pupils, his vampire side emerged to join in. He bore his fangs at her and a stab of panic joined the fear. He purred.
Now she knew why he avoided sexual encounters and why he had warned her not to push him.
His incubus side drove him to create pleasure that he could feed on but his vampire nature drew the most pleasure from fear. Each time she felt a touch of fear, he reacted as though she had given him a hit a pure bliss. She tried to calm herself, telling herself that he would never harm her so her fear lessened, knowing he would be fighting to regain control over his hungers and needed her help, but it was impossible. Fear flooded her and he grunted and moaned, his face twisting in pleasure and his grip on her increasing in strength. She had to calm down for his sake as well as her own. The more she feared, the darker his urges would become, his need to feed driving him to terrify her.