Seduce(48)

She moaned and ran her hands up his chest, her strokes faltering, quickening. Antoine pumped his hips, meeting her on each down stroke, tearing another throaty blissful moan from her. She leaned over him and he craned his neck, caught her lips and kissed her.

Ecstasy.

Did she feel it too?

He tugged at his restraints, mentally cursing them. He wanted to clutch her to him and hold her, keep her moving on him while he kissed her. She took control of the kiss, using his distraction against him, and he melted into the pillow. Her tongue swept past his lips to tangle with his, her sweet taste flooding his mouth. Her slow thrusts drove him out of his mind, the pleasure too intense, and he felt as though he was going to scream or explode. He wanted release, needed to feel her quiver with her climax, desperately desired to thrust his cock hard into her and spill himself.

“Sera,” he whispered, one half pleading her to give him release and the other half begging her to continue and draw it out for as long as possible. He didn’t want to lose this incredible connection to her, this soul-deep joining of their bodies and their emotions. Whatever they had, it was a rare thing, one he wouldn’t give up, not for anything or anyone.

“Antoine,” she moaned into his mouth and her fingers tightened against his shoulders, nails pressing in and adding a spark of pain to the bliss burning through him. She groaned and moved faster, harder, driving down onto his cock and choking him in her depths. Still not enough.

He dug his heels into the mattress and pumped her, rocking his cock into her hot sheath. Her moans were exquisite, so full of pleasure and need. Two feelings he awoke in her and was more than happy to fulfil.

She tangled her hands in his hair, kissing him deeper, and it felt as though she was taking all of him into her, and giving all of herself to him.

He pulled at his restraints again, frustrated, desperate to touch her and hold her to him, to roll her over onto her back and drive into her.

She tightened around him, trembled and then bit down hard on his lip as her body jerked forwards. Her body clenched him and throbbed, milking his cock, and his orgasm crashed over him. He lifted his hips off the bed, pushing himself deep into her core as he climaxed, flooding her with his seed.

Sera was still a moment, teeth clamped down on his lower lip, body shaking around his, and then relaxed. He closed his eyes and exhaled on a heavy sigh, heat running through his limbs and carrying his strength away.

She kissed along his jaw and down his neck, and Antoine didn’t have the strength to deny her. He tipped his head to one side and groaned her name as she sank her fangs deep into his throat. Bliss. Fiery, consuming, and so intense that he trembled. He moaned with each soft pull she made, drawing his blood to her, sending his head spinning. Her hands clutched his shoulders, squeezed, held him in a way that said she wouldn’t let him go either.

Her soft suckling filled his ears as her feelings flooded his mind. The connection that had opened between them when they had been making love was nothing compared to the one that sprang into life now, filling his mind with bright colours and endless warmth.

“Sera,” he whispered, a plea this time. He didn’t want her to stop. He could hold the darkness at bay for her, would never let it touch her mind again. He wanted every time they made love to end like this, with sharing blood. He craved the connection to her.

She sucked harder and he couldn’t take it. The feel of her hands on him, her lips on his throat and her fangs in his body, his blood flowing into her, and their bodies intimately entwined was so profound and erotic that it overwhelmed him.

His cock stiffened, balls ached, and a second orgasm rocked him, far stronger than the first and so unexpected that it sent his head spinning towards fathomless darkness. Towards unconsciousness. Sera moaned as he pumped his seed into her again and her body shuddered. Her fangs left his throat and she breathed hard against his neck, her sheath milking him once more. The feel of her climaxing with him because of their connection and sharing blood had him reaching for her but the cuffs bit into his wrists, reminding him that he wasn’t able to do what he wanted.

Sera relaxed against him, hands shaking on his shoulders, breath trembling across his chest.

When her bite had sent him careening towards passing out, he had feared that she had awakened his bloodlust, but he felt none of the effects. He felt hazy and warm, at peace and one with her. Sera. His seducer. His vixen. His goddess.

Her thoughts swam in his mind and he tried not to listen to them, but their subject and her emotions tugged at his heart. She feared. She was afraid that he would leave her someday, that she would lose the incredible man beneath her. He would have smiled at being called incredible had it not been for the fact that her fear was genuine, and ran deep in her heart. She feared he would be taken from her and that she wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening.