Page 29 of Taste of Blood

Slowly.

Teasingly.

Then slams hard back inside, and my breath catches.

“Fuck me,” I plead before I can stop myself.

“I said.”Slam. “No talking.”Slam.

Or else what, I want to ask. But I don’t risk it. I’ll do whatever he tells me to do just to keep his cock inside me.

To keep this connection between us.

His tongue snakes out and dips into my ear and I whimper at the rush of pleasure it brings me. He reaches his hand up and cups my chin, pulling my face around so he can close his lips on mine.

The kiss deepens, causing my head to spin and my toes to curl. Cord always was a fantastic kisser.

His body molds to mine, his dick thrusting in and out in a staccato rhythm that seems to match my galloping heartbeat, his left hand sliding around to thumb my nipple. I moan, unable to stop myself, especially when his fingers trace down my chest to wrap around my cock.

I nearly come on the spot.

His thumb slides the precum over my head and into my slit, causing my cock to jump in his hand. He chuckles deep in his throat and starts stroking me, slowly at first, then building to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

His mouth pulls away from mine and comes back to my ear, blowing softly on it.

“You like that,” he breathes. It’s not a question so I don’t respond. He knows how sensitive my ears are. How much I love his voice.

His hips grind against me, his cock dredging my ass while his hand jerks me off. His mouth finds mine again and I suck his tongue in, savoring his taste. Wanting to merge with him.

He’s driving me crazy. I want to come and at the same time want this to go on forever because I don’t know when it will happen again.

I feel his cock stiffen, his breath becoming more labored, and I know he’s close.

I’m close.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Come for me.”

And just like that, I do. He follows right behind me, the heat of his cum filling my ass. His mouth slides down from my ear and closes on my throat, and then I feel his teeth enter me.

My cock throbs again at the feel of his lips working my throat, sucking my blood. For a vampire it’s almost orgasmic.

I stand unmoving, afraid to break the spell. Afraid to remind him who we are and what we’re doing.

All too soon he pulls his mouth away. His cock slides out of my ass and I almost whimper at the loss.

He steps back and I turn slowly, finally facing him. Watching his face for signs of regret. He looks down, pulling up his jeans and tucking himself in. He’s still breathing heavily, his face flushed, his hair a tumbled mess, all but obscuring his eyes.

I don’t move to dress myself. Just stand there and watch.

Taking my cues from him.

I glance down and can see smears of blood on my skin from where his hands touched me. In the heat of passion I’d almost forgot we were standing in a kill zone. I can smell blood on my clothes, though the dark color disguises it.

Cord follows my eyes. When he speaks, his voice has regained his usual control.

“Guess you want to get cleaned up. I’ll call Dante, arrange for a crew to get out here.”

So, back to business.