Page 49 of Running from Drac

Pulling away, I look up at him with confusion.

Am I doing it wrong?

“Did I do something wrong?”

His smile answers for him, wicked and eating up the attention like he’s been starving for weeks. “No, baby, you’re doing everything absolutely right.”

The praise makes something flutter and clench deep inside me, my core already aching for more. My fingers find their way between my legs as my mouth encircles him again, moaning until the vibration causes him to shudder hard, fingers tightening in my hair. I keep going, matching every sound he makes with deeper strokes, desperate to pull every last bit of pleasure from him, to remind him no one will ever love him like I can.

His body starts to tense, thighs rigid under my hands, muscles locking. I pull back just enough to whisper, “Let go, Eddie. I want all of it.”

And when he does, it’s with a broken growl, his release rolling hot over my tongue, hands trembling in my hair as his body unravels. I stay there, swallowing everything, claiming him the only way I know how.

Before I can rise on my own, Eddie’s hands slide under my arms, pulling me to my feet. His lips crash into mine, sucking and licking the remnants of his cum from my lips, igniting him like gasoline through an engine. The kiss is rough, more hunger than tenderness as he pushes me aggressively backward, back hitting the cold tile wall, the dominance shining in his eyes with a vengeful need to even the score.

His hands trail down my sides, squeezing my hips, dragging me closer until I feel the length of him pressing against my entrance. He grips my wrist and turns me gently, guiding my palms to flatten against the slick ceramic tile as the water beats down on my back, my pulse racing in my ears.

“You’re mine,” he growls behind me, voice low and wrecked with emotion.

“Then take me,” I whisper, not even recognizing my own voice.

One hand stays on my hip while the other slides between my legs, fingers testing how ready I am for him. I gasp, arching my back to grind against his hand that’s deliberately teasing me.

“Do you like it when I play with you this way?” he rumbles against my ear, fingers digging even deeper inside.

My head bobs weakly, falling victim to his touch as he squeezes my breasts, tugging and pulling on the nipples.

Slowly, he retracts his hand, angling me harder, lining me up until his head is pressed against me and dragging slowly through my already slick folds. Inch by inch he sinks in, teasing and torturing me with every glorious inch.

I grip the tile harder, fingernails biting into the grout, chunks of it flaking onto the floor. My moans bounce around the bathroom, my body enjoying how the stretch soothes and burns all at once.

Eddie groans behind me, the vibration brushing the sensitive part of my ear seconds before his teeth sink into the delicate part of my flesh, biting me so hard it draws blood.

“God, Amber,” he murmurs, like I’m breaking him apart, his inner vampire bursting through with a vengeance. “I’ve never wanted to mark someone more than you. To make you mine forever.

“Then do it,” I moan, loving how his cock seductively pistons in and out of me. Everything is slow at first, like he’s purposely savoring every second of it. With a snap of his hips, his thrusts become deeper and more punishing, the sound of skin to skin echoing in the steam.

My forehead drops to the tile, his hands tugging and pulling at my breasts as he sucks at the same spot on my neck,teeth breaking my flesh. The pain numbs to adrenaline, our fantasies mixing in a strange dark correlation.

Harder and faster he thrusts, slamming into me with vicious purpose. My hands slip against the wet wall, my moans growing louder and more frantic.

“Eddie,” I scream out just as he grabs my wrists, holding me steady, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

“Stay put,” he rasps, right against my ear. “Be a good girl and keep your hands there.”

Fuck, never has something sounded hotter.

“Fuck me like you own me,” I bite out, the pain becoming a wicked addiction.

He groans like the words wreck him, and his rhythm falters for the briefest second before he pushes even deeper, burying himself inside me so fully it feels like every part of him is in side of me.

Every thrust sends sparks shooting up my spine, pressure coiling tighter in my belly. I feel myself unraveling, pulled under by everything he’s giving me, everything we are in this moment.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’ll only stop when your cum coats my dick,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’ll never finish first again.”

The wet slaps mixed with the unison of our moans sends me over the edge… spiraling… falling… coming undone under his merciless touch. This isn’t just surrender; it’s a fucking vow. A vow of everything we haven’t said, spoken in skin and breath, sealed by the thundering of two hearts that only bleed for each other.