Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
It was a different kind of pain this time when he eased the head of his cock inside me.
I couldn’t stop whimpering.
“Take it,” he hissed, but he didn’t need to. I’d take it at whatever cost.
I was being speared by a huge rod of vampire flesh an inch at a time, but I still kept my legs spread wide, offering myself to the hurt as he stretched me.
He held my legs back and I gripped the sheets as he pushed slowly, all the way deep until skin met skin.
Fuck, it felt like I was being split in two.
“Good girl,” he said, “feel it.”
My pussy was clenching him so tightly as he slowly withdrew, it felt like he was drawing my soul right out of me. Felt even better when he pushed back in, filled me up.
I gripped the sheets above my head and moved to meet his hips like a wanton little whore. I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to feel the dirty bite and I’d do whatever it took to earn it.
“That’s nice, Katherine. That’s really nice,” he said and his pace was steady, his thrusts were deep. “I could fuck you like this for days. I could keep up this rhythm and fuck you until you’re so sore you’ll be begging me to stop.”
I shook my head. “I’ll never beg you to stop.”
His eyes were so filthy, dripping with lust.
“We’ll see about that when I’m fucking you along with another huge dick at the same time.”
The thought made me moan.
“When did you start liking this?” I whispered. “When did you go from the devout, holy knight to the dirty vampire who wants blood house filth?”
“A long time ago,” he answered. “Filth is addictive, sweetheart, but so are you.”
I kept on moving against him as he picked up the pace. His eyes were adoring along with dirty when he looked at me this time.
“I mean it, Katherine,” he said. “You’re my addiction, not the filth. If you want to be a pure little girl for the rest of time, I’ll happily go along with you. I wouldn’t touch another soul as long as I lived.”
His words made me grin, but there was no doubt about it. Mary could have looked as sweet as she wanted sitting by the spring, but beneath the surface she’d have been a horny, needy girl for the games with Hans. Just like I was.
“I don’t want to be a pure girl for the rest of time,” I said to my fated mate. “I want to experience everything there is to experience, along with you.”
“I’ve got an awful lot to show you, then,” he said, sinking his cock deep and holding it there.
I reached up to stroke his face, hoping my eyes displayed the depth of my truth.
“You’d better start showing me now, then.”
He grinned a bloody grin.
My pleasure, little one.
His hips were brutal, and his cock was tearing me apart, but I was craving it all. I cursed out loud as he pulled away, then moaned like a slut when he lowered his face between my legs – lapping at my clit with his tongue.
Was this it? The time for the dirty bite?
“Please!” I begged him. “PLEASE! Show me, Hans! I need to feel it!”
He sucked at my clit and I took hold of his hair, silently urging him on.
Please, please, please!
He glanced up at me one more time, fangs looking lethal as he spread my pussy.
“Get ready,” he said, and I braced myself.
His tongue flicked out at my clit, and then he smiled, fangs revealed. I could only watch, transfixed, as the points of his fangs touched to my tender flesh.
And then…
Any ideas I’d had about the dirty bite disappeared to nothing in a heartbeat. The sudden stab of his teeth was like a lightning bolt exploding in my head, so intense it made my vision turn white.
I was rolling in blindness, caught in nothing but exhilarating pain, but it was mind-blowing. The suck of his mouth as I bled streams from my pierced pussy was heaven itself. The way my clit pulsed strong and hard along with my heartbeat was more than I could take.
I don’t know if I whimpered, or screamed, or cried. I don’t know if I bucked, or squirmed, or fought him. All I knew was the sensation of a lifetime.
And then he speared me with his fingers and twisted them inside me.
I heard the sucking of his lips, and the wetness as he ploughed me, and I was as bare in my soul as it’s possible to be. Me, Mary, and lifetimes apart all disappeared to nothing. There was just the sublime bliss pulsing between my legs. Me and him. Two bodies, one spirit.
Connected.
Oh how the pleasure rose.
Sarah was right. It wasn’t like one climax – it was like a whole decade of them all at once. The force was a tidal wave crashing into the shore, and so was I.