Nibbled by the Vamp(8)

“Please-please-please.”

He nibbled her lower lip. “Please what, little bird?”

He couldn’t give in so easily.

“Oh, god.”

Griffin lapped at her mouth, sliding his tongue into her and tangling with her, showing what was to come. He swallowed her whimpers and moans, each delicate sound spurring his arousal. He nicked her lip and swallowed yet another drop of Wren’s lifeblood.

His little bird was sweeter than the most coveted wine. He didn’t think he’d ever have enough of the delicious human and he knew his saliva was simply sending her need flying high.

“Fuck.” Her curse split the room.

Griffin chuckled. “As soon as you tell me what you want.”

He gritted his teeth with the next thrust against her scorching wetness. If she didn’t give him the words he desired soon, he’d fuck her anyway. He just hoped she’d let him play the game a little longer and stretch out the temptation.

He bit her lip again, drawing the delicious fluid into his mouth. She arched against him, plastered her mouth on his and followed his tongue as he retreated.

When she tore her mouth away, she growled the words he’d been waiting for.

“Put your cock in me, damn it. Fuck me. Make me scream. Make me come.”

“My pleasure,” he purred against her lips.

She grabbed at his shoulders as he pulled away and he smiled at her desire that he stay close. But he couldn’t give her what she craved while hovering over her.

Griffin slid her clutching hands from him and pressed them to the mattress. “Keep them here, little bird, and I’ll give you what you need.”

She glared at him, but did as he asked, leaving him to do as he desired with the curvaceous body beneath him.

He sat back onto his heels, stroking her from shoulders to hips while getting into position, increasing her arousal while he moved her. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he stroked his cock, eyes trained on the flushed, pink pussy that he desired.

He squeezed his shaft just below the tip and then retreated, enjoyed the sparkles of pleasure his own touch created. It was nothing compared to what was to come, he was sure of that fact.

Hands still in place, Wren growled at him. His fierce little bird.

Pushing her thighs even wider, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, gathering her abundant cream and teasing her in the process. Up and down he slid, tormenting her clit, taunting her spasming hole. With each pass, her cunt tried to pull him in, beckoned him with a gentle, tightening kiss.

Fuck, he was hardly able to hold back, forcing himself to take his time and enjoy this encounter as much as he could. For it’d be their only. He’d already stumbled into a single blood exchange and broken their laws. He had no doubt that their love making would result in a second, shoving him further down the path to a Broken. He wouldn’t forfeit his life with a third. No matter how great the temptation.

On his next descent, he let the head of his cock nestle against her waiting heat, tantalizing them both with a shallow penetration. He let the tip ease into her sheath, her walls closing in on him with just that tiny bit of his cock within her.

Gripping her thighs and holding them wide, he watched as he slid deeper and pure, masculine satisfaction coursed through him. His cock stretched her, its thickness spreading her walls. She clung to him, cunt squeezing and tightening the further he traveled.

His dick thrummed in anticipation, balls drawing tight, and ready to fill her with his cum. He thanked God that he couldn’t impregnate her or pass along diseases, which meant there was nothing between him and her silken heat.

Griffin tunneled deeper, pushing in and then retreating only to delve farther into Wren. Distantly he listened to her gasps, moans and pleas. But he’d give her what she desired…when he was ready.

Watching his cock slide gently in and out of her needy cunt held him transfixed, the erotic picture simply furthering his arousal. He’d had hundreds of years to learn control. Waiting was nothing.

With a roll of his hips, he added power behind his next thrust and his sweet Wren screamed in response.

“Like that?” He repeated the move, sparing a glance for her face and smirking at the pleasure-filled expression on her features. “Do you like my cock in your cunt?”

Wren spasmed around him, pussy tightening and milking his shaft. A shudder shot down his spine and he fought to keep his release at bay.

Fuck, she was a drug. He couldn’t believe that this little slip of a human could destroy him so easily.

He gripped her hips, held her steady while he slid his cock in and out of her sheath, picking up a rhythm as old as time. He reveled in every gasp that he yanked from her lush body. Her breasts bounced with each advance, bed shifting beneath them with his every thrust and retreat.