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“ G oddamn, that’s a pretty sight.” Arousal glistens on the insides of Maggie’s thighs when she hinges at the hips and presents her sweet cunt to me. She’s perfect in every way.

Obedient, yet bratty.

Timid, yet confident.

A bead of clear fluid rolls from her sopping pussy lips, and my body vibrates with a deep rumble of approval. “Touch your pretty cunt for me, Maggie.”

She whimpers, but one hand leaves the glass. Snaking between her legs, two fingers plunge into her pussy.

“Good girl,” I growl, voice so low, I barely recognize it.

Tonight, we put all our cards on the table, finally proclaiming the mutual love we feel for each other. And I want to cement myself under her skin and inside her heart, which I plan to do by claiming every part of her right now.

“Don’t stop until I tell you.” Opening the nightstand drawer, I grab the small bottle inside before standing.

“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” As her fingers slowly pump in and out of her heat, Maggie shakes her hips and peers over her shoulder. Green eyes shimmer with mischief. Brat.

Shucking off my pants, I toss them to the side and approach Maggie. “So impatient, little whore.”

When I step up behind her and grind my pierced cock between her ass cheeks, she moans.

My knees collide with the soft carpet as I drop down behind her, putting both of her glorious holes right at eye level. Cupping a dimpled cheek in each hand, I spread them apart, and my eyes feast on the sight before me.

Two fingers curled into her cunt, her thumb flicking her swollen clit.

Suddenly, I’m ravenous, salivating for my mate, so I lean in and devour her.

Above me, Maggie moans, rocking her hips against my face.

My tongue slips inside her—alongside her fingers—before venturing to taste her clit. With each swipe, she gets wetter and wetter, until her essence coats the lower half of my face. It’s messy. It’s raw.

It’s fucking glorious .

Pushing Maggie’s hand away, my fingers replace hers, and my lips suction around her clit. A symphony of moans spills from her throat, and her core convulses around my fingers. That’s one.

But I need more. The monster inside me howls, driving up the bloodlust in my veins.

Before the last part of my sanity snaps, I pull away and grunt, “Need to feed, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” She whimpers her consent, pushing her ass into my face.

I strike. Hard and fast, my fangs sink into the supple flesh of one cheek.

Warm, sweet liquid fills my mouth, sliding down my throat with each gulped swallow.

As I feed, my fingers curl against Maggie’s G-spot until she’s screaming through another orgasm. That’s two.

Sitting back on my heels, I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip. The combination of the metallic taste of blood and Maggie’s tangy arousal is exquisite. It’s a flavor I could get drunk on.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Black claws tip my fingers now that her blood has entered my system. My tongue drags across the lengthened point of my fang.

One hand still on the glass, Maggie holds the other over her shoulder in a shaky thumbs-up. “So good. Need your cock.” Her words are a little slurred, making me chuckle.

“And you’ll have it, sweet whore. We’re far from done.” As I stand, my eyes stay locked on her ass. The puncture marks on her cheek ooze a steady trail of blood. Each crimson drip feeds the monster inside me, and he rattles the bars of his cage .

I plaster my chest to her back, reaching between us and feeding my throbbing cock into her opening.

Head hanging between her arms, Maggie sighs, like my cock filling her is the answer to all of life’s problems.

My claws curl against the cool glass as I brace my hand on the window next to hers. The other hand snakes between her heaving breasts to collar her delicate throat, lifting her head until her gaze meets mine in the reflection on the window. Glowing red against soothing green.

Not breaking eye contact, I lean in until my lips brush her ear. “I want to fuck you like a whore, but love you like you’re my serenity.”

Turning her head, Maggie’s eyes meet mine, and I nearly drown in the emotion crashing through the sage orbs. “I love you, Viktor.”

Her words make my heart sing, and our lips collide. Hand on her throat, I devour her mouth while my hips smack against her ass with each thrust, pushing us both toward our peaks.

“Bite me again. Please, Viktor,” she pleads against my lips.

“Who am I to deny my perfect whore what she wants?” My fangs extend, scraping down the side of her throat to where her pulse gallops under the skin.

Maggie’s scream of pleasure fills my ears as I sink the sharp teeth into her flesh. That’s three.

One more, and I’ll allow myself to fill her with my cum.

Pulling my cock from her pulsing cunt, I bend down and grab the bottle I stashed by my feet.

I need to claim every part of her tonight .

My pelvis and Maggie’s ass are smeared with red. Blood trickles from the puncture wounds on her left cheek, the crimson drops rolling down the valley between her supple ass cheeks. Fingers dragging through the warm liquid, I smear it around her tight back entrance.

“Anyone ever fuck you here, country girl?” I apply a little pressure to the tight pucker, and Maggie shivers.

“Yes. But it’s been a while…”

Roman . “Did you like when your husband fucked you in the ass, Maggie?”

Opening the bottle of lube, I pour some on my bloodied fingers before slipping one inside, careful not to hurt her with my claws.

“Oh, God. Yes!” Maggie moans.

Adding a second, I can’t take my eyes off the way her tight ass stretches to accommodate the girth of my fingers. “I want all of you tonight, Maggie. No more holding back.”

She rocks her hips to meet the slow thrusts of my fingers. “You have me, Viktor. I’m yours.”

When I manage to drag my gaze away from the absolute masterpiece of blood splattering her ass, our eyes collide in the window again, and hers flash with heat.

“ Mine ,” I growl, low and predatory.

“Yours.”

Once Maggie’s muscles relax around my fingers, I slip them free and lube up my cock. I tremble as my hand glides over each rung in the ladder. Lining the pierced head up with her ass, I push inside.

She’s so warm and tight, the breath stalls in my lungs .

Pushing forward again, her ass swallows the second and third piercings. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re taking every inch of me so well.”

A little more lube before one more gentle thrust, and my pelvis is flush with her heated skin. She gasps once my cock is buried deep inside her.

Sweat beads on her back, slicking us together when I lean over her again. One arm bands under her breasts to hold her tight to me.

The fingers on my right hand thread through hers, palm still on the glass. “Move, Viktor. Please.”

So I do. My thrusts are slow and shallow, not wanting to tear her up. Skin slaps skin. Moans and grunts surround us.

Tightening her fingers in mine, she drags our hands from the window to her pussy. She’s soaked, ribbons of arousal dripping down her legs. “You love this, don’t you, my pretty whore? Getting fucked in the ass by a vampire.”

“Oh my god, Viktor.”

My fingers curl into her cunt, hers going to her clit. Her ass grips my cock with each retreat of my hips. Tingles start at the base of my spine, the first signs of my orgasm.

I’ve staved it off long enough. It’s time. Coasting my arm from her waist up to her throat, my fingers tighten around the soft flesh.

Blood from the open bite wound on her neck seeps through my fingers, bathing both our skin in crimson. My eyes eat her up. She’s so beautiful, covered in life’s sweet nectar.

I guide her mouth to mine and whisper, “Fall with me, Maggie. And I promise I’ll be there to catch you. Always. ”

With her lips on mine, I let the wave of pleasure take me under, filling her with my cum. For the fourth time tonight, Maggie orgasms, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her mouth falls open on a silent cry. She’s real and beautiful… and all mine.

As my climax fades, my knees buckle. Ripping my hand from her core, it slaps against the cool window, creating a smear of blood and cum on the otherwise spotless glass. A masterpiece I won’t be wiping away any time soon.

Maggie’s legs shake against mine, and she whimpers when my cock slips free. Limp and sated… for now, at least. “Come on, country girl. Let’s clean you off so I can get you dirty all over again.”

Joyful laughter fills my ears, and my heart, when I swing her into my arms and head for the bathroom. She gives me a lust-drunk smile and snuggles into my chest. “Yes, please, city boy.”