Page 30 of Dance of the Phoenix (Cloak of the Vampire #3)

Ragnor

Her lips taunted him, and he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her hair and crashing his lips deeper against hers, biting on her lip to gain access inside her mouth, to entangle his tongue with hers. She gasped, her hands grabbed his shoulders, and Ragnor felt his cock grow hard.

Because he was going to fuck her tonight hard enough that he’d leave a mark.

A mark Logan wouldn’t be able to not see the next day.

Feeling a vicious kind of arousal, Ragnor pushed Aileen onto her back and devoured her mouth while his hands roamed under her flimsy tank top, cupping her bare breasts.

She moaned, her legs almost automatically spreading to cradle him between her thighs, and Ragnor’s cock threatened to tear through his sweatpants.

He tore her top off and released her lips in favor of her hard nipple, which he took into his mouth and sucked on. She gasped, her back bowing as if she wanted him to suck harder, which he gladly did.

And while he fondled that breast, he quickly got her shorts and panties off, revealing her gloriously slick pussy, just waiting to be ravished by his mouth and cock.

Unable to allay his craving, Ragnor pushed her thighs up, bringing her pussy to his mouth, and gave her a long, languorous lick, from her tight entrance to the pebbled clit, where he closed his teeth carefully around the bud and sucked.

Aileen screamed and thrashed against his unbreakable hold, which made Ragnor feel quite triumphant.

He then wondered how she would react to some vampiric play in bed.

Deciding to test it on a whim, he unsheathed his fangs and, as carefully as he could, sank them into the sensitive skin around her clit.

Her hands were in his hair as she screamed yet again, a flood spraying right into his mouth as she came, shuddering and shattering under his hands and mouth.

Ragnor couldn’t help but smirk. It seemed his sexy Alara Morreh loved some blood play in bed.

And that turned him on even more than he was before.

He released her only so he could quickly get rid of his pants before he was looming over her, his hands fondling her plump, smooth breasts, as he settled his aching dick against her wet entrance. Her eyes were partially lidded as she looked at him, lips parted, fighting to catch her breath.

That look was so arousing, he almost came right then and there.

But Ragnor refused to end things so quickly. So in one thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her warm, silky pussy that fit him like a glove, and felt like he’d just come home.

And as he fucked her hard and rough, he sank his fangs into the areola of her breast, causing her to moan and thrash against him, needy and sweet and oh so delectable.

She felt so good—too good to be true, almost—that he wanted to keep fucking her forever, not letting her go even once.

But when he shoved himself inside her one last time, he couldn’t help but come, pouring his seed into her pussy, claiming her as his yet again, but not enough to appease the slumbering beast inside him.

So before she regained her composure and they were forced to talk about another uncomfortable topic, Ragnor claimed her again, and again, and again, until the clock showed it was morning already, and there was no time left to completely satiate his endless hunger when it came to Aileen Henderson.