Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
My hand shot out, wrapping around her arm, and I brought her delicate wrist to my mouth. For a heartbeat, I only held her there, her warmth against my lips, breathing her in like she was the only thing tethering me to this world.
I flicked my tongue out, tasting her soft skin, and my fangs lengthened in answer. I parted my lips, letting her see exactly what she did to me. Her pupils blew wide, her breath hitched, and the air filled with the heavy scent of her desire.
Then I sank my fangs into her tender flesh. Her gasp tore through the air as I pierced deep, but I never broke her gaze. Her hot, thick blood burst on my tongue, sliding down my throat like the sweetest sin. I groaned, drinking her greedily, every swallow a brand of possession.
I tore my mouth from her wrist, the wound still weeping, and held her hand above her heart. Scarlet drops slid down, splashing against those perfect breasts. I lifted her wrist to my mouth, dragging my tongue over the twin punctures, sealing them, before smearing her blood across her nipples with my fingers, painting her in what was mine.
She gave a shocked, breathy sound that only made my cock ache more. I slid my hand up behind her head, fingers curling possessively over her nape. “Give me that pretty mouth again.” She whimpered and rose slightly, doing exactly what I said. I kissed her hard, brutally. My cock was throbbing between us, her wetness so pronounced my cock was already soaked and I hadn’t even been inside her yet.
I wanted her to drink from me, to take a part of me into her like I would do with her for the rest of our lives. Her flush deepened, as if she could read my mind. I groaned, hearing her heart beat faster, seeing her nipples tighten further. I smelled her cunt dripping, knew slickness slid down the crease of her ass soaking the sheets.
She dug her nails into the flesh of my sides, pulling me closer, and I hissed in pleasure.
“I’m losing control,” I groaned. I reached out and placed my hands between her legs. She froze, her breath stilling as she looked down at where I was.
I wasn’t gentle or teasing, didn’t ease her into anything. I took my thumbs and hooked them on either side of her pussy, pulling her lips apart, exposing all that pink, swollen, and wet flesh. Her hole was tiny, and I remembered from earlier how tight she was, how much she strangled my cock.
Another primal sound left me, and I was between her legs again, dragging my fangs up and down the tender, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. I lifted my eyes to look at her, and when our gazes were locked, I struck. I sank my teeth into her pliant flesh. Her cry was instant, and she closed her eyes, moaning as I greedily drank. Her pussy smelled so good, and her blood was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.
When I pried myself off of her, it took sheer will alone. I could have drunk my fill of my wife, but I needed to fuck her as much as she needed me to. I looked down at where I’d bitten her, a reddish purple mark she’d wear forever. The blood in my veins rushed even faster at how much I liked seeing it on her.
Placing my hands flat on her inner thighs, I slowly lifted my gaze back up to her face. Clara was already watching me, her pupils blown, her hazy, aroused expression so beautiful. She surprised the hell out of me by pushing her upper body up, reaching for my cock, and curling her fingers around my length. I hissed at how good it felt to have her small hand around my dick.
“Clara,” I groaned. “I need you, my Queen.”
She licked her little pink lips, then leaned forward and licked the bulbous crown of my cock. I stilled every muscle in my body, strung tight. And when she pulled my foreskin back and dragged her tongue over the slit, I groaned and let my head tip back slightly as ecstasy stole through me.
I shook and reached out, cupping either side of her head as she took me in the hot, wet recess of her mouth. I could feel every swipe of her tongue, how she hollowed out her cheeks, and when she took me all the way to the back of her throat. She sucked on me until my balls drew up and I knew I’d come. I had to stop her, to my disappointment, because when I came, I’d be buried in her pussy.
I looked down at her as she glanced up at me, her lips red and swollen, glossy from saliva. She still had a tinge of red smeared on her cheek, the sight of that blood causing my black, dark heart to pound fiercely.