Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I orgasmed.
I fucking orgasmed just from him touching the mark.
Raphael slides back up my body and tries to cup my cheek, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.
But I’m done playing games.
I push him away by shoving my hand into his chest. Then I sit up to face him.
“You know, after all the feelings we shared with each other, you could have been a lot nicer about this,” I point out.
He frowns at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Reaching down, I grab him by the cock and squeeze gently.
“I mean, you could have made sweet, gentle, love to me,” I purr as I stroke my hand up and down his length.
His cock is as slick as my thighs from all the precum spilling from the tip. Allowing my hand to easily glide up and down him.
Eyes almost rolling back in his head, he groans, “I only wanted to make you feel good.”
Leaning forward, I breathe into his ear as my grip tightens a little. “Mission accomplished.”
Then I nip at his lobe, allowing the tip of my fang to barely pierce it.
“Fuck!” he grunts loudly, and his hips buck up.
Using the bond to my advantage, I carefully gauge how close he is to coming.
Surprisingly, he’s very close from my little nip alone.
So I move my hand faster, stroking him until he’s at the very edge.
Then I let go.
“What the fuck?” he growls, but I’m already halfway across the room.
Just as my fingers wrap around the knob of the door leading to the bathroom, he grabs me and spins me around.
Pushing me up against the door, his slick erection presses against my stomach. “Where do you think you’re going?’
I smirk at him. “To clean up. I got mine, sorry you didn’t get yours.”
Raphael glares at me, seething through the bond.
To push him a little more, I look down at his cock and ask, “Do vampires get blue balls or is it a different color?”
Making a vicious, animalistic sound, he kisses me with a ferocity he’s never kissed me with before. “That is something you will never know.”
I’d make another quip, but I’m too focused on surviving the force of his kiss to think straight.
His lips, tongue, teeth, and fangs attack me with expert precision. Knowing every little thing that will drive me crazy and push me over the edge.
How hard to rub, how long to suck.
Where to bite and when to lick.
And when to give me a teasing taste of his sweet blood.
My toes curling against the floor, I try to kiss him back, but it’s hopeless.
Once more, I’m at his mercy.
I can’t keep up, even with my own hunger for him sizzling in my blood and threatening to light the very core of me on fire.
But this is what you really wanted, isn’t it? a little voice inside my brain says. You didn’t want him to be loving or gentle.
I try to shut that voice out because it’s absolutely ridiculous.
Sure, I may have pushed Raphael a little, but he started it, dammit. And besides, he deserves a little payback for turning me without my permission.
Keeping telling yourself that, the little voice says.
Yanking one of my legs up, Raphael begins to slide the tip of his cock up and down my slit.
Moaning into his mouth, I claw at his chest.
Growling back, he starts nipping hard at my lips and licking up my blood.
His desire fueling my desire, I nip back, only to sense through the bond how close it brings him to orgasm.
Fuck. I don’t want him to come yet. I need more.
The little voice inside my head laughs, and I’d swear it’s Raphael but it sounds completely different.
It sounds like a version of me as it says, Be careful or this time you’ll give him his before you get yours.
The voice pissing me off now, I suddenly shove hard at Raphael’s chest.
He takes a stumbling step back and glares at me like I just spit in his face or slapped him.
Taking a step forward, I grab him by the shoulders and shove him down to the floor.
“What the ever-living fuck?!” Raphael snaps at me and starts to stand up.
I quickly shove him back down while dropping with him. Positioning myself above him, I straddle his thighs with my knees.
Raphael opens his mouth, baring his bloody fangs at me, but I grab his cock before he can get a word out and shove my lips against his.
“What are you doing?” he groans inside my head.
Giving his slippery length a couple of quick strokes, I moan back, “Making sure we both get ours.”
“I don’t—” he starts to say, but stops the second I guide his weeping crown to my entrance and start to sink down on him.
“Fuck,” we groan together as the tip of his cock spreads my lips and pushes into my pussy.
I’m soaked from my earlier orgasm and there’s no resistance, but I still take my time. Enjoying what it feels like to have him fill me, but also what it feels like for him.