Page 31 of Bound By Blood

Carly used her free hand to pump what her mouth could not cover. He was big, bigger than she realized, and he barely fit in her mouth, to begin with.

Her other hand grabbed his thigh to steady herself. His powerful muscles flexed under her palm. He directed the tempo with the hand still firmly in her hair, rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.

She looked up, and their eyes clashed. His pupils were wide and dark, overtaking the beautiful hue of his irises. She moaned at the sight of him, the sound rumbling his cock. He groaned in response, and his lips parted slightly. He tasted divine, masculine, and sweet against her tastebuds. She could taste him for the rest of her life, and it would never get old.

It thrilled her to pleasure him, a vampire. He was a creature of the night, a killer. A dark, dark and delicious man. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. At any second, he could end her life. With the hand in her hair, he could easily snap her neck. But she trusted him. She didn’t know why, but with her life in his hands, she didn’t feel like she was in danger. She should. She really should proceed with caution, but the tingle between her legs prevented her from wanting anything but his cock buried inside her.

Drool gathered around her mouth and dripped down her chin, but it didn’t stop her. She gripped his thigh tightly, loving the feel of his muscles that grew tenser and tenser every time she brought him into her mouth.

“Swallow me, sweetheart.” He pushed harder, forcing himself further into her mouth and down her throat. She choked on him, but he held her there as her throat flexed and constricted around him. She forced herself to relax instead of fighting for air. Only when her vision became dark and spotty did he pull back and hiss between his teeth.

“I’m close,” he rumbled. “So, fucking close. You better pull away before I spill everything I have down your beautiful little throat.”

She pushed away from his thighs and licked the tip of his cock. He shuddered in response, and, holding his gaze, she grinned.

Standing up, she kicked off her heels and moved them aside with a flick of her ankle. With the heat still in his eyes, he reached around her back and slowly unzipped her dress. The sound of the metal teeth releasing from each other sent shivers down her spine. The dress pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, moving closer to him. She could feel the heat coming off of his body from where she now stood.

He stared at her, eyes flashing as his gaze traveled downward and hovered on her bare breasts before going even lower. She hadn’t worn a bra. The only clothing left was her little black thong.

He reached out and brushed a hand over her mound. He pushed aside the thong and a finger dipped between her folds. Little zaps zinged in her core when he circled her clit. Once, then twice. She pressed into his hand and whimpered.

“Not yet, Carly.” He tutted his tongue and pulled away. “A vampire devours his victims first. Do you want to be devoured?”

She nodded, and he chuckled darkly. “Careful what you wish for,” he added.

He snapped the thong without hurting her, and it drifted down to rest between her feet. His hand traveled up, over her curves, and around her navel. Higher and higher it trailed until he was circling a breast. Her nipples pebbled at the attention, at the cooler air wrapping around them and the contrast of his hot finger drawing across her flushed skin.

“Where are we doing this?” she asked breathlessly when he tweaked a nipple. She arched into his palm, and his hand opened and covered her breast. He squeezed roughly.

Under hooded lashes, his gaze flicked to hers. He held it there for a moment, her chest heaving with need. Finally, he grabbed her hand and tipped his chin toward the second floor. “Bedroom.”

He tugged her and quickly led her away. They rushed up the stairs. They passed by one door on the right, and then he turned to the door on the left. He circled his large hand around the knob and pushed it open. The room brightened as he flicked on the lights.

“Lights?” she asked. She’d never fucked with the lights on before. It made her nervous, and vulnerable.

“I want to see what you look like when I make you cum over and over again.”

She gulped as he pulled her farther into the room. A bed sat in the center with two windows on each side that overlooked the city and its bright lights underneath the twinkling stars.

To the right was a door that led to the dark walk-in closet. A bathroom was to the closet’s left, with marble tiles. The marble stretched into the shadows.

Soft white carpet curled under her toes with each step toward the bed. He turned to her, and his mouth crushed down on hers. The kiss was searing, hot, and full of need. He steered her so that her back faced the bed and walked her backward. The back of her knees hit the mattress, and he leaned into her until her back rested against the soft comforter. He pressed his weight into hers, chest to chest, and then he pulled away from the kiss. She almost protested, but he began to trail his tongue down her neck, over his bite mark, and to her chest. His hot tongue circled a nipple, and she whimpered.

She pushed his head toward the tight bud, silently begging to give it attention, but he growled in warning. “I direct how I make you feel, Carly. You’ll take what I give you.”

“Please,” she begged as he grabbed her hands and shoved them above her head, but he obeyed, his tongue curling around the nipple.

She arched into him and mewled when he sucked the nipple into his mouth and bit down. She fought not to put her hands back on his head, to curl her fingers in his hair as a reward for making her feel so much at once. Her body was on fire, licking her skin and trembling her muscles. Everything was heightened; the sensations, her hearing, her vision. He made her feel and sense . . . everything, and all at once. It only served to heighten her arousal.

He moved to the other breast and tugged it into his mouth, and when she was writhing underneath him, begging for more, he laughed softly against her breast and moved lower. As he moved down her stomach, he bit in various places. His teeth sunk into her flesh, and he sucked for a few moments before moving on to his next bite. She was going to have evidence of fucking a vampire when this was over. She couldn’t care less what she looked like though, as long as he made her scream. She had a feeling he was going to.

Reaching her mound, he trailed his tongue over it and down. She fought to calm her thighs as they quivered involuntarily.

He gripped both thighs roughly and shoved them fully open, exposing her to him in the light of his room. He stared at her pussy for a moment, the heat of his gaze searing and zipping straight to her throbbing clit.

Quickly, more quickly than she could register, he bit into her thigh and sucked her blood. His finger trailed between her lower lips, over her clit, and to her opening. He shoved a finger inside of her, and she groaned at the sudden intrusion. He fucked her slowly with his fingers, curling them to touch her most sensitive places.

Growling at her deep moan, he bit into her harder and she cried out. For a moment, she wondered if she would be able to stop him before he drained her dry. She had left her knife downstairs, but his bite was both pleasurable and painful, and his name whispered on her lips.