They drained down her body,
creating erotic little rivers around her
nipples.
He wanted to kiss and lick every inch
of her but didn’t know where to start.
Unable to control himself, he dipped his
head to one of her breasts. Her nipple
pebbled to a rock hard point as he drew it
between his teeth.
Moaning, she arched her back, giving
him better access. He growled against her
breast, earning another pleasured gasp.
When he tugged on the sensitive flesh, her
inner walls clenched around his cock. He
repeated the action on her other breast and
got the same reaction. Each time he licked
and teased her, she pulsed around him.
He rolled his hips, sinking deeper
inside her tight body.
“Don’t torture me,” she murmured.
He’d planned to drag out their first time
since last year together, but they had all
night and if he had any say, this sure as
hell wouldn’t be their last night. He
wasn’t letting her go again. She should
realize that by now.
When she dug her fingers into his
shoulders, he reached between their
bodies and rubbed his finger over her clit.
The small nub was swollen, sensitive. As
he gently flicked it, her entire body jerked
against him.
He knew it wouldn’t take her long to
come. With each stroke over her clit, she
moved, rubbing her breasts against his
chest until her inner walls started
convulsing around him. They clenched,
milking him tighter and tighter until she
moaned. The sound was loud and
uninhibited, echoing off the tiled walls of
the shower.
As her climax rocked through her, she
grasped the back of his head and pulled
him against her neck. “Taste me,” she
demanded.
Those two words held so much power
over him. For a fraction of a moment he
wanted to stop, to ask if she was sure, but
his most primal side took over. He was
touched she was allowing him this
privilege, and turned on she was being so
damn demanding about it. She’d given him
permission and there was no turning back
now. For either of them.
He released his fangs, raking them over
the soft column of her neck as he
continued moving inside her. Sinking his
teeth into her vein, he lost control and his
orgasm tore through him. Years of
practice guaranteed the bite wouldn’t hurt
her, instead increasing her own pleasure.
Her heightened moans and inner walls
tightening even more around him to let him
know it did.
The taste of her sweet blood on his
tongue combined with the feel of her tight
sheath around him was a powerful
combination.
Too powerful.
As he drank, he released himself inside
her in long, hot strokes. Her legs and arms
tightened around him, drawing him close
as his climax crested and fell. It seemed to
go on forever until he finally had to force
himself to stop blindly thrusting into her.
Burying his face against her neck, he
gently nuzzled where he’d bitten her,
closing the small puncture wounds with
his tongue. He’d imagined it would take
some convincing for her to allow him to
drink from her. That she’d given this to
him so freely touched him in ways words
couldn’t describe.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed,
how long he kept her pressed up against
the tiled wall. He wanted to stay buried
inside her, to feel those warm arms around
him forever. When the water turned tepid,
he blindly reached out and turned the knob
off.
Her grip on him didn’t lessen as he
strode from the bathroom to the connected
bedroom. If anything, it grew tighter. That
honeysuckle scent of hers was strong,
emanating off her in potent waves as he
laid her on the bed, covering her luscious
body with his once again.
He was so thankful she wasn’t in heat
and he didn’t have to worry about
condoms. Since neither of their species
could get diseases and she wasn’t
ovulating, he savored the feel of sliding
his cock inside her with no barrier. And
this was just the first time of many he
planned to take her tonight.
* * *
Melina silently
creating erotic little rivers around her
nipples.
He wanted to kiss and lick every inch
of her but didn’t know where to start.
Unable to control himself, he dipped his
head to one of her breasts. Her nipple
pebbled to a rock hard point as he drew it
between his teeth.
Moaning, she arched her back, giving
him better access. He growled against her
breast, earning another pleasured gasp.
When he tugged on the sensitive flesh, her
inner walls clenched around his cock. He
repeated the action on her other breast and
got the same reaction. Each time he licked
and teased her, she pulsed around him.
He rolled his hips, sinking deeper
inside her tight body.
“Don’t torture me,” she murmured.
He’d planned to drag out their first time
since last year together, but they had all
night and if he had any say, this sure as
hell wouldn’t be their last night. He
wasn’t letting her go again. She should
realize that by now.
When she dug her fingers into his
shoulders, he reached between their
bodies and rubbed his finger over her clit.
The small nub was swollen, sensitive. As
he gently flicked it, her entire body jerked
against him.
He knew it wouldn’t take her long to
come. With each stroke over her clit, she
moved, rubbing her breasts against his
chest until her inner walls started
convulsing around him. They clenched,
milking him tighter and tighter until she
moaned. The sound was loud and
uninhibited, echoing off the tiled walls of
the shower.
As her climax rocked through her, she
grasped the back of his head and pulled
him against her neck. “Taste me,” she
demanded.
Those two words held so much power
over him. For a fraction of a moment he
wanted to stop, to ask if she was sure, but
his most primal side took over. He was
touched she was allowing him this
privilege, and turned on she was being so
damn demanding about it. She’d given him
permission and there was no turning back
now. For either of them.
He released his fangs, raking them over
the soft column of her neck as he
continued moving inside her. Sinking his
teeth into her vein, he lost control and his
orgasm tore through him. Years of
practice guaranteed the bite wouldn’t hurt
her, instead increasing her own pleasure.
Her heightened moans and inner walls
tightening even more around him to let him
know it did.
The taste of her sweet blood on his
tongue combined with the feel of her tight
sheath around him was a powerful
combination.
Too powerful.
As he drank, he released himself inside
her in long, hot strokes. Her legs and arms
tightened around him, drawing him close
as his climax crested and fell. It seemed to
go on forever until he finally had to force
himself to stop blindly thrusting into her.
Burying his face against her neck, he
gently nuzzled where he’d bitten her,
closing the small puncture wounds with
his tongue. He’d imagined it would take
some convincing for her to allow him to
drink from her. That she’d given this to
him so freely touched him in ways words
couldn’t describe.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed,
how long he kept her pressed up against
the tiled wall. He wanted to stay buried
inside her, to feel those warm arms around
him forever. When the water turned tepid,
he blindly reached out and turned the knob
off.
Her grip on him didn’t lessen as he
strode from the bathroom to the connected
bedroom. If anything, it grew tighter. That
honeysuckle scent of hers was strong,
emanating off her in potent waves as he
laid her on the bed, covering her luscious
body with his once again.
He was so thankful she wasn’t in heat
and he didn’t have to worry about
condoms. Since neither of their species
could get diseases and she wasn’t
ovulating, he savored the feel of sliding
his cock inside her with no barrier. And
this was just the first time of many he
planned to take her tonight.
* * *
Melina silently
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