Page 9 of Grayson’s Challenge

Monique ran her eyes over his broad shoulders, his sculpted chest, his flat stomach and narrow hips. He was perfect. And he stood there, his back against the wall, waiting for her to look her fill. She touched his naked skin, loving the soft texture and the warmth, the hardness beneath it, the thin sheen of perspiration covering it. Then she brushed her hands lower until her fingers bumped against the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Gray sucked in an audible breath, and Monique hooked her thumbs underneath it and freed him from it. His magnificent cock sprang free, fully erect and heavy. He was bigger than she’d expected, and more beautiful too. Perfect, as if Michelangelo had sculpted him. Unable to resist the temptation to taste him, she dropped to her knees and brought her face level with his groin.

“Fuck!”

Monique raised her lids to look up at him, and saw his eyes shimmer golden. He was ruled by his vampire side now, and she loved what she saw: a vampire who couldn’t control his desire and passion for much longer. Just how she liked it, because driving a man wild turned her on like nothing else could.

“Goddamn it, suck me already!”

She didn’t mind following this particular command, because it was what she wanted to do more than anything else. When she licked over the bulbous head and tasted the pre-cum that was leaking from its tip, Monique closed her eyes and drank in the taste and scent of his arousal. Every cell in her body seemed to come alive at once, making her entire body tingle with pleasure.

She closed her lips around his cock, and slid down on him as far as she could, then relaxed her jaw, and took in another inch. Fuck, he was big. And hard. And delicious.

From the corners of her eyes, she saw that he was pressing his palms flat on the wall behind him as if to stop himself from grabbing her head so he could thrust hard and fast. She appreciated that he didn’t force her, and at the same time noticed what it cost him: his fingers were turning into sharp claws. The vampire inside him was breaking to the surface. She’d never realized before this moment that she was craving what he was offering: to be desired by a vampire. By a vampire who equaled her in strength and power, in lust and in passion.

She began to move her mouth up and down on him, all the while lubricating his cock with her tongue, while cradling his balls with one hand, and wrapping her other one around his root. Gray moaned in concert with her sucking, and his claws dug into the wall behind him, carving grooves into the drywall. He slowly moved his hips in synch with her movements, and she felt him move faster with every second.

“Fuck!” he hissed and pushed her away so his cock slipped from her mouth.

Eyes blazing red, he grabbed her and pulled her up. His fangs were fully extended, and she’d never seen a sexier sight.

“Take that fucking dress off, or I’ll rip it to shreds,” he demanded, his voice hoarse, as he motioned to his claws.

Her heart beating excitedly, Monique freed herself of her dress and tossed it to the floor. She stood in front of him in only her black panties and her high heels. His gaze dropped to her breasts, and his chest heaved. Before she could take off her panties, he’d already ripped them off her, and was lifting her into his arms. She kicked off her shoes while he carried her into another room and dropped her onto a soft bed.

Monique felt cool sheets at her back, before Gray covered her with his body, and plunged into her pussy in the same instant. She gasped in surprise. No man had ever thrust into her like this, without touching her first, without making sure that she was wet.

His cock filled her completely, stretched her more than she thought was possible. She let out a breath, the pleasure of feeling him inside her so intense she couldn’t think or speak. All she could do was feel how this stranger, this vampire was taking her as if her body belonged to him. Could he feel it too? Could he feel that her body wanted to surrender to him?

“You feel so good,” he murmured as he began to move inside her in a slow and measured tempo. Almost tenderly.

No! She didn’t want tenderness. She wanted to be fucked, hard and fast. Tenderness was for suckers and hopeless romantics. She was neither.

Monique wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper into her. “Fuck me harder!”

“Oh, you don’t like it slow?” He shook his head and laughed softly. “Then I’ll have to teach you to like it.”

“Don’t bother. I prefer it hard and fast.” She gripped his hips and made him thrust harder into her.

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Grayson stilled and snatched Mona’s hands, prying them from his hips, and pinning them to the mattress on either side of her head. He brought his face within inches of hers.

“I want to get to know your body first, find out what turns you on, before I go all caveman on you.” He sucked her upper lip into his mouth and nibbled on it, before releasing it. “Because it’ll be even better once I know what your body needs from me.”

He moved his hips back slowly, before gently thrusting deeper into Mona’s welcoming sheath. Her eyelids fluttered, and her lips parted on a breath, and he repeated the action.

“See? Is that so hard?” he murmured at her lips.

“It’s very hard.” She freed one hand from his grip and slid it to his nape, making him shudder.

“Mmm,” he said. “I like it when you touch me there.”

“How about here?” she asked and brushed her finger over his lips, before she rubbed it over his canine.

Instantly, his fangs descended to their full length, the pleasure of her touch so intense, he wanted to spill inside her immediately.

“Babe, you do that again, and I’ll come like a green kid.”