He trailed his fingers from her shoulders
to her wrists.
Shivering with equal parts of fear and desire, she stepped back. His
hands closed on her hips. She jerked away—but he held her fast. The strength of
his grip was surprising— inhuman .
She pushed back a niggling suspicion, one that would make her desire
for this man a betrayal to her own kind. “Y-you must have some metabolism,” she
said, dropping the gauze to the floor.
“It’s hereditary. All my line shares the same…metabolism.” His eyes
glinted as he pulled her closer. His legs were a vise, holding her immobile.
Pia’s heart thundered. Her brain screamed caution, but her body melted
against his.
His hands swept up her back to tangle in the hair at her nape. He
jerked her head back and brought his lips to her neck.
If what her mind suspected were true, she shouldn’t trust him not to
harm her when she was so vulnerable to his bite— but she did .
“We share the same appetites.” He bit her neck, hard enough to bruise,
but not break her skin.
Pia’s breath caught, and her body trembled. She was either in very deep
shit here or Max had a Psycho fetish. Whichever didn’t matter at the
moment, her mind focused on the sensual bombardment his body and mouth were
delivering. She struggled to offer one last coherent response, “Do you all the
share physical characteristics? Your strength? Your incredible…organs?”
“Yes!” His tongue trailed up her neck, and he licked the lobe of her
ear.
Her hands clenched the tops of his shoulders. “Then your women are
blessed.”
“They’re too few.”
He was telling her something here, but all she could register was the
heat of his mouth, gliding back down her neck. “You only need one at a time.”
“Huh!” His breath gusted with single laugh. “You’re in denial, baby.”
“Who’s doing the denying?” She was so aroused her skin tingled
everywhere they touched, and she wished he’d just stop talking. “I’m getting
hornier by the second— Max .” She pressed her body to his, mashing her
breasts against his chest and grinding her sex into his enormous erection.
He let go of her hair and gripped the neck of her shirt. “I need you
naked,” he said, with a harsh edge to his voice that tightened the coil of
sensual tension that curled inside her belly. He ripped her shirt apart.
The bra quickly followed, and Pia reveled in the violence of his act
and his hot, hungry stare. Her nipples beaded, hard as pebbles. She gasped when
his hands covered her and squeezed.
She shoved down her skirt past her hips, but it bunched where his
thighs clasped hers together. “I want to be naked for you, Max.”
He spread his thighs, but his mouth never left her skin, sliding over
her shoulders.
Pia pushed her skirt lower until it drifted down to puddle around her
feet. Then she sought his zipper and opened his pants. His erection fell into
her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.
“Yes,” he moaned, and his chest rose and fell faster against hers,
further exciting her nipples.
Pia climbed onto his strong, splayed thighs.
His hands sought her buttocks, steadying her as she straddled him.
Then she centered the blunt tip of his cock at the opening of her
vagina and sank down. He felt thick as a tree trunk, stretching her inner
walls. When at last her pussy met the wiry hair at the base of his cock, she
groaned, letting her legs spread and dangle on either side of his widespread
thighs.
She wriggled her hips, circling until every last inch of his length
lodged deep inside her pussy. “We have a problem now,” she said, nuzzling his
neck.
“I can’t think of one.” His hands gripped her ass and pushed her hips
forward and back, creating a burning friction.
“But I can’t move.” She scraped the turgid points of her breasts across
his chest. “I need to move.”
He raised his head. “But you can,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse
with strain. His next kiss
to her wrists.
Shivering with equal parts of fear and desire, she stepped back. His
hands closed on her hips. She jerked away—but he held her fast. The strength of
his grip was surprising— inhuman .
She pushed back a niggling suspicion, one that would make her desire
for this man a betrayal to her own kind. “Y-you must have some metabolism,” she
said, dropping the gauze to the floor.
“It’s hereditary. All my line shares the same…metabolism.” His eyes
glinted as he pulled her closer. His legs were a vise, holding her immobile.
Pia’s heart thundered. Her brain screamed caution, but her body melted
against his.
His hands swept up her back to tangle in the hair at her nape. He
jerked her head back and brought his lips to her neck.
If what her mind suspected were true, she shouldn’t trust him not to
harm her when she was so vulnerable to his bite— but she did .
“We share the same appetites.” He bit her neck, hard enough to bruise,
but not break her skin.
Pia’s breath caught, and her body trembled. She was either in very deep
shit here or Max had a Psycho fetish. Whichever didn’t matter at the
moment, her mind focused on the sensual bombardment his body and mouth were
delivering. She struggled to offer one last coherent response, “Do you all the
share physical characteristics? Your strength? Your incredible…organs?”
“Yes!” His tongue trailed up her neck, and he licked the lobe of her
ear.
Her hands clenched the tops of his shoulders. “Then your women are
blessed.”
“They’re too few.”
He was telling her something here, but all she could register was the
heat of his mouth, gliding back down her neck. “You only need one at a time.”
“Huh!” His breath gusted with single laugh. “You’re in denial, baby.”
“Who’s doing the denying?” She was so aroused her skin tingled
everywhere they touched, and she wished he’d just stop talking. “I’m getting
hornier by the second— Max .” She pressed her body to his, mashing her
breasts against his chest and grinding her sex into his enormous erection.
He let go of her hair and gripped the neck of her shirt. “I need you
naked,” he said, with a harsh edge to his voice that tightened the coil of
sensual tension that curled inside her belly. He ripped her shirt apart.
The bra quickly followed, and Pia reveled in the violence of his act
and his hot, hungry stare. Her nipples beaded, hard as pebbles. She gasped when
his hands covered her and squeezed.
She shoved down her skirt past her hips, but it bunched where his
thighs clasped hers together. “I want to be naked for you, Max.”
He spread his thighs, but his mouth never left her skin, sliding over
her shoulders.
Pia pushed her skirt lower until it drifted down to puddle around her
feet. Then she sought his zipper and opened his pants. His erection fell into
her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.
“Yes,” he moaned, and his chest rose and fell faster against hers,
further exciting her nipples.
Pia climbed onto his strong, splayed thighs.
His hands sought her buttocks, steadying her as she straddled him.
Then she centered the blunt tip of his cock at the opening of her
vagina and sank down. He felt thick as a tree trunk, stretching her inner
walls. When at last her pussy met the wiry hair at the base of his cock, she
groaned, letting her legs spread and dangle on either side of his widespread
thighs.
She wriggled her hips, circling until every last inch of his length
lodged deep inside her pussy. “We have a problem now,” she said, nuzzling his
neck.
“I can’t think of one.” His hands gripped her ass and pushed her hips
forward and back, creating a burning friction.
“But I can’t move.” She scraped the turgid points of her breasts across
his chest. “I need to move.”
He raised his head. “But you can,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse
with strain. His next kiss
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