Page 135 of Wanted

Focusing all of my attention on holding my release back.

“Come for me!” he commands, his own release dangerously close.

Ignoring the tugging feeling again, I grit out, “No. I’m not ready yet.”

And it’s the wrong thing to say.

With my eyes closed, I don’t see what happens next, but I certainly feel it.

Suddenly his fangs are sinking into my neck.

And it’s even more amazing than that sensitive spot being stroked by his cock.

It feels like a hundred of those spots being touched at once.

My orgasm hits me so hard and fast, I swear my mind and body are transported to another dimension.

A dimension where there is only pleasure.

I cease to exist as a being.

I am simply sensation.

Incredible, indescribable sensation.

And when it finally ends, all I want is to go back.

Until I become aware of my body again.

My walls are squeezing around his slowing cock and he’s filling me with a wonderful heat.

But he’s also literally sucking the life out of me.

Latched onto my neck, his mouth pulls and pulls.

Matching the rhythm of my pussy fluttering around him.

I knew deep down that this would happen eventually, but I thought we would have a discussion about it first.

Survival instincts kicking in, I try everything to get him off me.

I shove at him. I try to move my neck.

I even try to knee him in the balls.

But he’s stronger and can anticipate everything through the bond.

“Stop,” I demand breathlessly.

But he ignores me, sucking even harder.

“Stop!” I scream inside my head, trying to get through to him.

Either he’s too far gone or he doesn’t hear me because he keeps going, ignoring my distress.

I don’t want to die yet. I don’t!

I want to live.