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Story: Primal Kill
“Good.” The pressure between her legs expanded as he fit another finger inside of her. “Does that hurt you?”
“No. I just feel…pressure. Heaviness. And hot.”
He grinned. “Hot is good.”
His touch withdrew only to surge forward again. He created a slow rhythm that built the way a bellows feeds a flame. Heat burned her skin the longer he touched, teasing a sensitive spot that caused her to stiffen.
He chuckled. “Did you feel something you liked?”
He grazed the spot again, and she gasped.
“There’s one more kiss I want to show you.” He trail his mouth down her stomach, and his mouth opened over that sensitive spot, and the pressure inside of her released like a cloud letting go of rain.
His finger continued to stroke and tease, nudging deeper but never sharply. A gentle haze softened the air around them as he kissed and nibbled her, every slow lick causing her to blush fiercely, but the pleasure was too great to ask him to stop. His lips closed over her and moaned as if she tasted sweeter than honeyed wine.
She sensed he’d reached a sort of barrier. “A bit of pain is a small price for the pleasure we’ll experience tonight when we bond.”
“I’m sorry?”
“So am I. This part will sting.”
“What?” She gasped as the gentle teasing sharpened into something unpleasant, that thin barrier she’d sensed tearing away.
“Drink.” His wrist was at her mouth themoment she tried to scoot away, and her fangs instinctively punctured the skin. Rich, earthy blood flooded her mouth and the pain subsided as her body rapidly healed from the slight injury.
He groaned and pressed his wrist tighter as his body caressing her everywhere they touched. “Keep drinking.”
His head lowered and his mouth returned to kissing her intimately between her legs. The pain was now only a memory and when he thrust his fingers inside of her, her body was open to him in ways it wasn’t before.
She drank hungrily, swallowing down his blood as she became accustomed to its robust flavor. The wet slide of his tongue skating over her flesh, teasing until she eagerly stretched and arched into him. She greedily cradled his wrist to her mouth, taking everything he offered as if drunk on lust and gluttony.
“That’s it,min pärla,take all that you need from me.” He pushed her thighs wider, making room for his broad shoulders.
Of all the kisses he’d shown her, this one was by far her favorite. He was very skilled and knew what touches felt nice and where she sensed the most pleasure.
A divot formed between her brow as she consideredhowhe knew such things, but before she could dwell on such curiosities, he altered his touch and she moaned deeply, his tongue gently laving in a way that made her entire body tremble. He groaned against her, the masculine soundrich with satisfaction that made her preen with pride.
Faster, firmer, the friction built until another cloud of pleasure burst over her. She licked the bite at his wrist, and gasped, her breath panting as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over her.
“I think you’re ready now.”
“How can you tell?”
“Feel,” he said, pulling her fingers between her legs. He slipped his finger inside of her effortlessly. Then another. Their entwined touch wet with arousal.
“Ah,”she gasped as he stretched her channel, to distracted by the pleasure to mind the pressure. Her hand fell away as he pressed his fingers deeper, folding his hand to fit all four.
A low chuckle escaped his throat. “Deep breath,min pärla.”
She held his stare, breathing in. The pressure became more than she could bear. “I can’t.”
“You can. Think of everything your body can do, Grace. It was designed to bear children. I promise you can tolerate so much more than this.”
She gripped the bedding. There was no pain, only pressure, but it was a lot to bear. Her desire to please him made it tolerable, and slowly, she found the pleasure again.
“Almost there.” He stretched her some more, until she could hardly move under the intrusion. “That’s it,min pärla.Show me what you’re capable of. Make me proud.”
His words bathed her in a sense of encouragement. Her body opened under his praise.
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