Page 79 of The Vampire's Storm

“You’re big,” Brooklyn gasped, wriggling over him.

“Relax, your body will adjust.” Logan grinned and slowly pulled back, only to thrust and completely fill her once more. Then his mouth dropped to hers, nipping at her as he gave her pussy a moment to adjust to his invasion.

Her eyes were full, glistening with excitement and highly aroused.

“I wish I could see your tits,” he said, dropping his eyes to her covered chest. “Too bad, but now I need you to hang on and tighten that sweet pussy.”

Slam.

“Logan!”

Slam.

“Oh, shit, shit, god.” She murmured out her pleasure.

Slam, slam, slam.

“How is this so amazing? Fuck, I’m, oh god. Yes. More. Do that. Oh, fuck.”

Logan grinned at her verbal expressions, loving how good he was making her feel. She wasn’t alone. Her core was clenching him eagerly and an explosive high had fire lacing through his body as he worked his cock in and out of her.

How did this feel so incredible?

Given the time and place, Logan would have liked to lay this female out and run his tongue over every inch of her. Suckle on her nipples, bite her clit, lavishly slide through her folds.

Drink in her pleasure.

Then flip her over and fuck her hard and rough–at least as much as she could humanely take—until her voice was dry and raw from screaming his name.

Over and over.

Logan’s body stiffened as his orgasm neared, readying to fill her. When she began to tremble, he knew she was too and tightened his hold with his thick muscular arms.

He was close and going to enjoy every second of his climax.

“Come.” He growled out his order.

Lust-filled eyes locked with his and together their bodies exploded as they both fell over the cliff in pure ecstasy. Shuddering, he kept his eyes connected with Brooklyn’s, an electric charge slicing through him with brutal pleasure.

What the hell was that?

His come shot from his cock and his eyes pressed closed, but he could still feel her. Feel her in a way he’d never felt another.

She must be a witch.

Or perhaps this was what it felt like to fuck a human.

Tiny fingers pressed into his shoulders as his hips slowed their movements. Not completely. He was still emptying into her. The fire blazed between them; a space he never wanted to leave.

Talk about a magic pussy.

Had he missed out all this time, not fucking a human? It had to be that.

The alternative, unthinkable.

No, it must be because he’d been obsessing over the self-imposed forbidden chemistry.

It’s not...