Page 79 of Feral Darlings
Lucian
Kyrie melts at my touch, but I’ll admit I’m just as undone by her as she seems to be. Taking the opportunity she presents me, I slide a hand under her leg and move closer until our bodies are aligned. Kyrie pauses, giving me a nervous glance, and I smirk, knowing exactly what that look is about. My curse isn’t my only endowment, and while I doubt she is as pure as she seems, I can’t help but wonder if she is untouched. Unfortunately for her, gentle isn’t in my repertoire, but I’ll try to be careful with her… at first.
I groan as I grind against her, but it comes out sounding more animalistic as an inhuman need takes over me. Not wanting to waste any more time, I rip open her shirt, cleanly popping the buttons off and exposing her bare chest. Kyrie’s skin is pale, silky, smooth, and almost unblemished—save from the fading scars and flecks of blood staining her body. The baser part of me wants to mark her again; to cover her in our shared blood and take her so viciously she’ll feel me for weeks.
Shedding the torn shirt from her body, she lies there in just her pants. Her breasts are heaving with every breath, and the coldness of my home causes her skin to erupt in goosebumps and her nipples to tighten into firm little peaks. Even knowing she is mortal; she carries the unique and delicate beauty of a vampire goddess. Smiling wickedly when I see how flushed her cheeks are, I lower my face to the curve of her neck again, biting and kissing as trailing my tongue across her skin.
Her chest is rising and falling even more rapidly, and when I latch onto one of her exposed nipples taking it between my teeth, she lets out a strangled yelp, and shudders when I suck on the tight bud and bite just hard enough to draw a little blood, before moving to the next one.
“You taste like heaven,” I growl against her breast, lightly swirling my tongue around her nipple and teasing the tip. Hunger takes over me for a moment, and I suck more deeply, drawing the blood into my mouth and savoring every drop.
“Oh, God!” she cries out, arching her back as I torment each of her breasts in turn and slide my hand down the front of her pants… finding her soaked.
“There are no Gods here, Kyrie,” I chide her gently as I push my fingers into her body. “I wonder if every part of you is this sweet.”
She’s panting now, and her nails dig into my shoulders as I slowly drag my tongue down the length of her body until I reach her waist. Withdrawing my hand, I push her pajama pants down and move between her legs, bending them to give me better access. Her scent is even more intoxicating when she’s aroused.
“What are you doing to me?” she asks in a husky voice, leading me to wonder if anyone has ever eaten her pussy before. If not, then I’ll gladly be the first and only man to do this to her.
“Sampling what’s mine,” I tell her as I bury my face between her legs, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud, before thrusting my tongue inside tasting the sweetness that coats her like honey and moving back up to bite her clit, eliciting a scream of pleasure from her. “You are fucking delicious.”
As I continue to feast on Kyrie’s pussy, her moans increase in pitch, and when I insert one of my long fingers into her again, she cries out, shaking and shuddering beneath me as pleasure tears through her. Replacing my finger with my tongue again, I use my wet digit to strum her clit.
She’s practically boneless, and I lie down on the bed and pull her on top of me, so she’s straddling my face. Repeating my onslaught, I don’t stop even as she begs me weakly that it’s too much. Eager to bring her to the brink of insanity and over the edge, I extract orgasm after orgasm out of her. Kyrie’s legs give way, and when she drops, pushes her further onto my tongue.
“Ahhhh,” she shrieks, convulsing around me as she coats my mouth and chin with a gush of wetness.
I give her one last, slow, languid lick, before lifting her gently off me and setting her beside me on the bed. I lean over her to meet her gaze. Her pupils have blown wide, obscuring her irises and making her eyes almost as dark as mine. Unable to bear the fierce ache in my stomach and my pants, I tug at the zipper on my pants and slide them off along with my underwear.
Kyrie’s eyes widen when she sees my long, thick cock jutting out from between my hips as I move between her legs.
“How?” she manages to croak, but instead of answering, I smirk as I press the tip against her soaked entrance.
Teasing her sensitive clit and rubbing the head of my cock through her cum, I lower my body until the tip is just inside of her. Her heat and wetness coating my skin are enough to make my vision turn red with need.
I bury my face in her neck again. “Breathe,” is the only warning I give her as I ram into her in a single stroke and bite down hard at the same time.
Kyrie’s scream is almost deafening, echoing around my bedroom. Blood gushes into my mouth, and I swallow deeply, somehow managing not to lose my goddamn mind at how incredible she feels and tastes right now.