“Don’t stop.” The words left Claire’s mouth in a low, drawn-out moan that caused Mikhail’s balls to grow tight. It had been so long … centuries since he’d sunk his cock into a female’s flesh. He was about to take her outside on the lawn like an animal, yet he couldn’t be bothered to care. Wild as any beast roaming the forest, he was guided by something larger than himself. The need to couple with this female—possess her—steered his singular thought. He behaved like an animal because he was one.
Claire writhed beneath him, her cries of passion filling his ears and sending him further past reason. His fangs throbbed in his gums; his throat burned as his thirst remained unsated. Mikhail’s breath sawed in and out of his chest as he pulled away, dragging his open mouth along her inner thigh. With a low moan, she spread her legs wide. “Do it. Bite me, Mikhail.”
At the moment his fangs punctured her skin Mikhail slid two fingers into the slick heat of her pussy. Claire cried out, her back bowing as she threw her arms out beside her as though to anchor herself to the ground.
Her blood flowed over his tongue, the sweetest ambrosia that intoxicated him in an instant. He’d taken the vein at her throat not a moment ago, yet he was starved for her, each swallow only igniting his thirst rather than quenching it. As Claire continued to writhe beneath him, he feathered his thumb over her stiff and swollen nub. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as her hips bucked and his name burst from her lips on a ragged scream.
“Mikhail!”
Gods, the power. It surged within him, ignited every nerve in his body. It took an effort of sheer will to disengage and close the wounds. He wanted to drain her. Drink from her until her heart ceased its beating. Feed her from his vein and watch as she was reborn and made his forever. Mikhail needed to tread lightly. He couldn’t allow himself this fantasy of turning her until he was certain. Already his tenuous hold on her balanced on a razor’s edge. One misstep could send her running and it would be his ruination.
Mikhail’s cock throbbed between his legs, so hard that it caused him pain. He ached for release, to spend his seed inside of her, to join their bodies as one. A low moan of pleasure answered him as he came up on his knees and grabbed Claire’s hips, jerking her toward him. He fisted his cock, guided the engorged head to her entrance, and sucked in a hiss of breath with the shock of wet heat that welcomed him.
“Yes.” Claire thrust her hips up to meet him, a frustrated groan escaping from between her clenched teeth. “I need you inside of me, Mikhail. Now. Please. God, now!”#p#分页标题#e#
She raked her hands through the long tangles of her hair, her eyes wild with passion. Every bit the animal he was, she worked her slick flesh over his cock, pleasuring herself with each thrust of her hips. Mikhail’s body went taut, the sensation so intense, he didn’t want her to stop. When her cries became more desperate, impassioned, he knew she was close to orgasm, and he refused to let her come until he was buried to the hilt inside of her.
“You will wait for me, Claire.” Mikhail pulled away despite her protests, bracing one arm beside her while he cupped the back of her neck with the other. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with a furious desperation that she answered as she slanted her mouth over his. One fang nicked her bottom lip, and he groaned into her mouth as he savored the taste of her blood on his tongue. He probed at her opening, easing in inch by torturous inch. She was so tight, she squeezed him like a fist and his body trembled with restraint.
Claire’s impatience won out over his caution. She impaled herself on him with a desperate thrust of her hips and Mikhail held her steady as she panted through a moment of stillness, a low whimper of pain pushing past her parted lips.
Her eyes drifted shut and he stroked his thumb over the pounding vein of her jugular. “Look at me.”
Mikhail refused to move until she met his gaze. Her lids fluttered open and he lost himself in the dark glittering gold. How lovely she’d look with silver flashing in contrast. With a rumbling purr he pulled out to the tip, shuddering as her tight heat sought to hold on to him. A sharp thrust and he buried himself to the root. Claire cried out, but she didn’t look away.
“Again.”
The command was spoken in a sultry, smoky tone that heated the blood in Mikhail’s veins. He pulled out again, reveling in the satin glide, and pounded into her, hard and deep.
“Ohhhhh.” That sound. The drawn-out “oh” that ended on a moan spurred him on and Mikhail increased his pace, moving above her in a hard rhythm that left them both breathless and panting. Claire hooked her legs around his thighs, her heels digging into his ass as she tilted her hips upward to give him even deeper access.