Nibbled by the Vamp(7)

She kept her fingers buried in Griffin’s locks, used the hold to direct his attentions. Hell, who was she kidding, she couldn’t move the vamp unless he allowed it and she was glad he was so accommodating.

Griffin’s pace increased in gradual increments, fingers upping their speed, tongue moving that much faster as he pleasured her. Wren teased her nipple, plucking the nub and pinching the flesh to add a tiny snippet of pain to the ecstasy that he gave her.

“Griffin.” She choked out the word, fighting past her growing bliss. The need for him overwhelmed her, snagged control of her body and tossed it aside.

The vampire added to his tempo once again, fingers curling within her pussy, caressing the sensitive nerves of her G-spot. She sobbed, the pleasure engulfing her from head to toe and her muscles spasmed, pussy milking his fingers.

Wren rode his hand, hips rolling with each penetration, stealing snippets of ecstasy from every move.

“Gonna.”

The desperation for release rose with every breath, building and slinking into every inch of her body. Flares of light burst behind her lids while Griffin’s talented mouth and fingers shoving her closer to a blinding orgasm.

He pushed harder, circling her clit with his tongue, and the tell-tale twitches of tightening muscles started in her toes. Her body jerked and trembled in warning: passion had built to overwhelming heights, cresting, growing until she thought she’d shatter and then the bubble burst.

Wren cried out, the vamp’s name on her lips when the molten sensations of her final release blossomed and stroked her pussy. The nearly intolerable pleasure tore through her from head to toe, the pulsating waves of ecstasy wrenching gasps and moans from deep within. She thrashed, his fierce hold the only thing keeping her from dislodging his possession.

The wild eruption of pleasure burned her blood, yet still it continued, Griffin’s hand never faltering while he drew more and more from her. She convulsed in another overwhelming burst of sensation.

“Please. No more. Griffin.” She rushed the words from her lips between gasps and Griffin granted her that margin of compassion.

She sighed as his lips and tongue left her with a soft lap. Then she moaned when his fingers withdrew in a tender slide of flesh against flesh.

Wren eased her hold on his hair, stroking the locks with a gentle touch. “That was…”

“Unfinished.”

Oh, goody.

*

Griffin lapped at her sweet pussy one last time, smiling when her whole body twitched. The scent of her salty musk surrounded him, the delicate taste of her honey on his tongue lingering. It took every ounce of control not to sink his fangs into the flesh near her tasty pussy. Just as he drank her pleasure, he wanted to savor her blood at the height of her release.

He’d have that though…in time.

He abandoned her sated cunt and licked his way up her lush body. He scraped his fangs over the mound of her stomach, circled her belly button with his tongue and nuzzled the plump mounds of her breasts. All the while, her delicate hands stroked him, fingers playing over his face, then neck and shoulders. The heat from her skin seared him, fire trailing her every touch, scorching his blood.

His cock throbbed, hard and ready to sink into her waiting pussy. She was wet, stretched and ready for his dick and he couldn’t wait to give it to her.

At her breasts, he dragged a tooth over her hardened nipple, piercing her flesh and then lapping at the droplet of blood that formed. Instead of crying out in pain, his little bird moaned in pleasure, arching into him and shoving more of her breast into his mouth.

Griffin shifted to the other mound and repeated the aching caress, sucking at the tiny slice and savoring the coppery, sugary taste of her essence. His dick hardened further, the pulsing of his cock keeping time with his heart. This woman, this delicate human, taunted and teased him like no other before. In over three hundred years, he’d never desired another as he craved Wren.

Abandoning her abundant breasts, he moved further along her body until his lips hovered over hers, his cock nestled against her weeping pussy.

“Griffin.” She growled and wrapped her thighs around his waist, squeezing him.

As if she could ever move a vampire.

He smirked at her and didn’t move, simply allowed her to fight his strength until she growled again, flashing her teeth like a frustrated baby vamp.

“Patience, sweet Wren.”

Griffin rocked his hips, teased and tormented them both with the glide of his length along her sex lips. With each pass, he increased the pressure, slipping into her moist crease with ease. He shifted, increasing the length of his thrusts, watching the growing pleasure infuse her body. She was a gorgeous creature, but pleasure transformed her to an ethereal beauty.