Page 10 of Immortal Bastard (The Order of Vampires)

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The orgasm rolled through her like a wave of fire.

His relentless mouth plundered her tender body as he wrenched her thighs wider. Her muscles had no time to adapt to the onslaught of pleasure once the spasms began. She cried out, begging for more as he fervently teased her piercing with his wicked tongue, driving her to a riotous climax.

Her body gushed and trembled as chills rolled into blinding spasms, each one igniting another flow of pleasure that overshadowed any orgasm she’d had before. In a dizzying blur, he pinned her to the chair and kissed her hard on the mouth, sharing her taste as his tongue swept over hers.

She shoved the condom into his hand. “Here.”

He growled, taking it, then flipping her onto her stomach and hitching her hips to meet his height. Everything happened so fast. She wasn’t sure how he undressed so quickly. Hot flesh pressed into the backs of her thighs. His touch disappeared, replaced by the thick, probing tip of his cock.

Her body stretched to accommodate him—Holy Mother he was big. She grunted as he shoved into her body in one fluid motion, deep and hard, giving her no chance to adjust to his massive size.

“Jesus.”

His grunt of satisfaction spoke of sheer arrogance. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as if he wanted her to experience all of him—his size, his strength, his complete possession of her in that moment. She’d never felt so full.

His palm coasted up her spine and fisted in her hair. “I have you now, little one.”

A tremor of unease spiked inside of her, the sense of calm unraveling. He slowly withdrew and thrust into her, hard and unforgiving. Her body shivered, a guttural moan falling from her lips as he filled her again. He took her like a true alpha, holding her neck and hair, pinning her for his use and pleasure.

There was fear, but also gratification like nothing she’d experienced before. His possession was a welcomed drug. It had been too long since she’d been with a man and this man was unlike any past lover she’d had. Releasing her tension, she embraced the moment.

He pounded into her with limitless stamina. Her body slickened with sweat. Pleasure peaked, suspended on an endless plateau of ecstasy as he drove her higher and higher to that climactic precipice once more.

The slap of their skin and their breathy cries played like an erotic symphony. He brought her to another climax but didn’t stop there. Riding her hard and leaving her weak, he greedily took what her body could offer. She didn’t mind when he fucked her like a rag doll. Nor did she mind when he cupped her throat. It felt incredible, so no matter how much he took from her, she couldn’t call him a selfish lover, but deep down she sensed he could be a cold-hearted bastard when he chose.

She liked that dangerous edge, enjoyed knowing something animalistic hid under his sophisticated, well-mannered surface. As her body softened with fatigue, he held her close, never letting their connection sever—not until he had his fill.

She submissively gave herself over to him, falling into his control as he continued to pound into her body and grope her with possessive entitlement. Sweat and arousal left her thighs sticky. She was spent and unsure how much longer she could carry on like this. Marathon fucking was fun, but this had to be some sort of a record.

His wide hand spanned the front of her stomach, urging her to rise to her knees. Her eyes closed as her head lulled to his shoulder. Her strength had depleted. She needed to rest. If not for his muscular arms wrapped around her, she would have fallen on her face.

Hips thrusting, he brushed her hair away and softly kissed her throat. “Your body fits mine perfectly.”

She could only sigh an incoherent murmur at this point. The fact that she was still somewhat upright was impressive. But he was being very sweet, whispering praise into her ear as he kissed her neck and licked over her steady pulse.

“Just relax, little one. I have you now.”

Her ear pressed into her shoulder, giving him full access to her neck as he licked and kissed. He sent a thrill of shivers down her spine and she laughed. “That tickles.”

His hold tightened, and she suddenly found it difficult to move. Frowning, she draped her arm over his, noting the way his muscles corded tightly around her ribcage.

She grunted when he thrust into her, filling her to the hilt, and holding himself deep inside of her body. “Christian…” Roped with swollen veins, his forearm pinned her to him, making it difficult to draw in a full breath.

“It will all be over soon.”

“You’re holding me too tight.” She tried to dislodge the arm under her ribs, but he only tightened his grip as a sharp sting pierced her flesh. “Ouch!”