Antoine gave her what she wanted but it was more torturous than ever. Rather than rubbing his thumb over her aroused nub, he used the head of his cock. Her fingers tightened against the back of the chaise longue, arms trembling. She hung her head and moaned again, working her hips against him, desperate to encourage him higher.
He nudged her knees further apart and spread her with one hand. The head of his erection pressed into her slick core and he half moaned, half snarled, and then thrust his full length home. Sera cried out, rocking forwards with the force of his entry, and shook all over. He didn’t give her a chance to recover her scattered senses. He grasped her hips and grunted as he withdrew and plunged into her again, hard and fast, setting a pace that had her pushing against the back of the chaise longue to hold herself steady. She hung her head again, breasts swinging, mind spinning. Exquisite.
Antoine thrust deep into her, each one sending ripples of pleasure through her, tingles and shivers that all gathered into a swirling ball of heat in her abdomen. That heat, that hunger, had her rocking backwards against him, forcing him to increase his pace, taking him as deeply as he could go. She still wanted more.
Her fangs extended.
Her eyes changed, her irises melting to red at the same time as her pupils stretched and turned elliptical.
Sera looked over her shoulder, moaning in time with Antoine, needing to see him. His eyes met hers, feral and red, fangs enormous as he gritted his teeth and snarled. Just the sight of him and the thought that their coupling had unleashed his vampire side too had her plummeting over the edge. She cried out and shivered as she climaxed, body quivering around his thrusting cock and thighs trembling.
Antoine snarled again, hands clutching her hips, and adjusted his pace. His thrusts lengthened, drawing his hard cock almost all the way out of her before he plunged it back in, and she pushed through the haze of her first orgasm and found herself rocketing towards a second.
“Antoine,” she moaned, needing to warn him that she would find a second release if he could only hold on.
“Sera.” The sound of him uttering her name in such a pleasure-drenched voice had her close to begging him to say it again so she could hear his desire for her, his need.
He kept rocking deep into her, balls brushing her clitoris, sending sparks of heat straight to her stomach. She still needed more. She took one hand away from the back of the chaise longue and reached between her thighs. Antoine’s hand left her hip, slid across her belly and covered hers. She groaned in time with him as they touched her together, his hand working hers.
“Come again for me, Sera,” he growled and bent to kiss her back, nipping at it with sharp teeth. The scent of blood tainted the air and she groaned at the blissful combination of his first suck on the cut, the feel of his hand guiding hers between her legs, and the deep slow thrust of his cock into her body.
It was too much.
Bright stars blinked across the velvet black of her screwed-shut eyes and she cried out, hoarse and loud, and jerked against Antoine as a white-hot wave of fire swept through her veins. Antoine grunted against her back and slammed to a halt inside her, spilling his seed in deep throbs and pulses. He moaned, breathing hard through his nose, still suckling the cut on her back. His fingers slowed their combined dance over her clitoris and she collapsed face first into the soft padded seat beneath her.
Antoine lay on top of her, his front pressed against her back, his body still intimately entwined with hers. He licked the small cut and rested his cheek against her back.
She could feel what he was going to say, so she answered his question before he could voice it.
“Damn... that felt good.” Her fangs scraped her tongue as she spoke, a reminder that he had been better than that. Three centuries without sex clearly hadn’t dampened his ability. She giggled, hazy and sated but still hungry for him. “More than good... I want to go again.”
Antoine chuckled, the sound music to her ears. “Be careful what you wish for.”
If he meant that he might fulfil that wish, then she would say it however many times it took for him to come good on that threat.
She quivered from head to toe.
Who would have thought that being rough could be so good?
Antoine pulled out of her and she continued to lay on the chaise longue, warm, fuzzy and content. It was only when she heard him moving around the stage that she opened her eyes. He was dressing. She frowned and tried to ignore the demon at the back of her mind that said he was going to kick her out now that he’d had his fun with her.
He gathered her clothes and she watched him as he picked out her knickers and her blue t-shirt. He knelt on the end of the seat by her feet and slipped her underwear over them and up her thighs. The brief caress of his fingers over the front of her pussy said that he wasn’t going to kick her out just yet so she relaxed again. He ran his hands up her stomach, covered her breasts, and pulled her up onto her knees. His chest pressed against her back and he nibbled her shoulder before pulling away.