Faye put her hands on his head, caressing the short hair and sensitive scalp, sending a bolt of lust through his body and right down into the tip of his cock. Moisture dripped from its slit, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
Cain lifted his head from her pussy and looked up. He met her eyes watching him.
“You’re so different,” she whispered and pulled him to her.
He couldn’t let her think that something was different about him, so he gripped her hips and lifted himself over her, adjusted his angle, and plunged into her wet heat.
Faye’s eyes closed on impact and a breath rushed from her lungs. “Yes!”
Her cry echoed his own as the sensation of her tight muscles clamping around his erection slammed into him.
“Look at me,” Cain demanded.
Her eyes flew open and she pinned him. Slowly, he pulled back from her tight sheath and slid back into her, all the while looking into her eyes. Faye crossed her ankles over his butt and pulled him closer.
“I missed you,” she confessed.
“All of me?” He plunged deeper into her, emphasizing his question.
“All of you.” Her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to give her more.
Clenching his jaw to ward off his imminent climax, Cain began to thrust. Like a silk glove she enveloped him on every descent, and like a vise she pulled him back on each withdrawal. Her body felt like heaven on earth. Heat suffused his body as if the rays of the sun were shining on him, not burning but warming him, giving him a feeling of belonging.
He’d hoped making love to Faye would be special, but he hadn’t expected it to be as earth shattering as it was. His muscles flexed and his hips worked frantically to deliver thrust after thrust into her intoxicating body. It seemed impossible to think that he’d once called Faye his own and had no memory of it. How could any man forget that he’d been with a woman like her, a woman who made him feel like the most powerful man in the world?
Every sigh and every moan she released fueled his drive to give her more, to show her that he would do everything to give her pleasure, to make her happy. And to keep her safe and never let her go again. And even though his mind had no memory of their prior lovemaking, his body seemed to remember now. His movements seemed to have a mind of their own, adjusting to the demands of her body, coaxing more pleasure from her.
Never for a second did he take his eyes off her face, reveling in the signs of lust and passion that reflected on it, and encouraging him to continue even when his body wanted to give into release. Only when Faye found her release would he grant himself his own. This sign of selflessness took him by surprise, because he hadn’t seen this trait in his character before. Was she the one who brought it out in him? Was she the one who made him the man he wanted to be?
The aroma created by their bodies rubbing together filled his nostrils and brought his movements to a more and more frantic pace. Had Faye been human she would have perceived his movements as a mere blur, and the wildness with which he drove into her would have injured her delicate female flesh. But the vampire vixen beneath him had no such limitations. She reacted to him in the same out of control way. Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need.
He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close.
“Yes, baby!” he encouraged her.
The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck.
Faye’s breath hitched.
The temptation of feeling her fangs in his neck was too strong to resist. He needed her to bite him, to drink from him. When he felt her lips connect with his neck, his heart did a summersault, and his cock jerked in agreement.
“Faye!” he rasped.
Like tiny pinpricks, her fangs drove into his neck, making him shudder. At her first draw on his vein, a bolt of lust shot into his balls.
“Fuck!” was all his lips could utter, before he felt his semen shoot through his cock and explode at the tip.
Then a corresponding shudder coming from Faye’s body collided with his spasms as she reached her climax. He continued to press his neck against her lips, not wanting her to stop drinking from him, because every pull on his vein sent another thrilling shiver through his body and into his cock.
For seconds that turned into minutes, Cain continued to thrust his cock into her silken sheath, while Faye’s fangs remained lodged in his neck.