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who was also part fae-vampire, now ensconced in his guest room for the rest of the night.
But right now, he didn’t care how this had come about, only that her lips were parted and swollen and he’d made her that way. He flexed his hips, which brought her chest up and a slight gasp rising from her throat.
Sex had always been a thrill, but right now he stood on the peak of a tall mountain ready to fly. His chest felt buoyant and yes, her wrist-blood had helped, but this was more about conquest and he loved it. He’d conquered all her reservations, despite the circumstances, and now he took his prize with another deep thrust.
She writhed in response, pleasure evident on every twist of her lovely face and every moan from her long, pale throat.
He drove steadily now, lowering himself to balance on his forearms, her fingers clutching at his biceps in a way that made his balls tighten. Pleasure accompanied every stroke, especially the ones where her hips pushed back in response.
Quinlan.
He loved her feminine voice in his mind.
Her head rolled back and forth over the pillows and her breathing grew labored. But each roll revealed the sides of her neck where more goodness lay. He’d taken her wrist twice, but not her throat and there was nothing so sweet, so erotic as neck-blood.
His body started to hum with increased desire, but he had to hold back so he slowed things down, which left her panting. Finally, he stopped and leaned close to lick up the side of her neck.
“Yes, sweet Goddess, yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting this from the time you trapped me in the gallery.”
“Same here.”
He tilted his head, then released his fangs. Saliva dripped. He struck quickly creating two punctures then retracted his fangs and began to drink.
He had Batya in the most vulnerable position possible, his mouth sucking down her blood, his cock buried deep. His body shook with pleasure and just for her, he started up the vibrations she liked so much, pulling his cock slowly toward her entrance then pushing back in.
Her body convulsed and a series of achy sighs left her throat.
So much pleasure, Quinlan. I could die like this.
He wanted to respond, but couldn’t. His body had locked onto its target and as he drank down her blood, and drove into her, his hips took over.
Yet somewhere in the center of his being, he felt his mating frequency join with the pure sexual vibration he’d developed so long ago, and a fire burned through him.
He pounded now, sucking hard at her neck, his mating frequency seeking entrance.
Let me in.
Your voice sounds hoarse, even inside my head.
Cha, let me in. Sweet Goddess, I want inside your frequency.
I want to, but is this wise?
He didn’t care. He kept pushing and his balls were so tight. Still, he wanted all of her.
Let me in.
He felt her give way, so he rushed inside and that pushed him over the edge. He released her neck and rose up shouting as his body rocked and pleasure streaked through him.
But it was the frequency joining that kept sending thrills up his cock, his abdomen, his chest, and that kept him shouting and coming, releasing all that he had into her.
Somewhere he felt her body writhing and heard her crying out then screaming as she came. His vibrations were a heavy pulse through him and at the same time through her body.
He eased back but he wasn’t done. He continued to thrust into her, stroking her, feeling her.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. She looked almost panic-stricken.
Quinlan, my God.
“I’m going to make you climax again.”
Her neck arched and he pumped her harder, his body winding up once more.
“Faster,” she called out.
He didn’t hold back, but pumped into her with his warrior strength, his vibrations at full bore, his mating frequency inside her own, possessing her, conquering her yet again.
“Oh, God.” She arched her neck and screamed, clutching at his biceps, digging her fingernails in and it felt so good.
Pleasure
But right now, he didn’t care how this had come about, only that her lips were parted and swollen and he’d made her that way. He flexed his hips, which brought her chest up and a slight gasp rising from her throat.
Sex had always been a thrill, but right now he stood on the peak of a tall mountain ready to fly. His chest felt buoyant and yes, her wrist-blood had helped, but this was more about conquest and he loved it. He’d conquered all her reservations, despite the circumstances, and now he took his prize with another deep thrust.
She writhed in response, pleasure evident on every twist of her lovely face and every moan from her long, pale throat.
He drove steadily now, lowering himself to balance on his forearms, her fingers clutching at his biceps in a way that made his balls tighten. Pleasure accompanied every stroke, especially the ones where her hips pushed back in response.
Quinlan.
He loved her feminine voice in his mind.
Her head rolled back and forth over the pillows and her breathing grew labored. But each roll revealed the sides of her neck where more goodness lay. He’d taken her wrist twice, but not her throat and there was nothing so sweet, so erotic as neck-blood.
His body started to hum with increased desire, but he had to hold back so he slowed things down, which left her panting. Finally, he stopped and leaned close to lick up the side of her neck.
“Yes, sweet Goddess, yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting this from the time you trapped me in the gallery.”
“Same here.”
He tilted his head, then released his fangs. Saliva dripped. He struck quickly creating two punctures then retracted his fangs and began to drink.
He had Batya in the most vulnerable position possible, his mouth sucking down her blood, his cock buried deep. His body shook with pleasure and just for her, he started up the vibrations she liked so much, pulling his cock slowly toward her entrance then pushing back in.
Her body convulsed and a series of achy sighs left her throat.
So much pleasure, Quinlan. I could die like this.
He wanted to respond, but couldn’t. His body had locked onto its target and as he drank down her blood, and drove into her, his hips took over.
Yet somewhere in the center of his being, he felt his mating frequency join with the pure sexual vibration he’d developed so long ago, and a fire burned through him.
He pounded now, sucking hard at her neck, his mating frequency seeking entrance.
Let me in.
Your voice sounds hoarse, even inside my head.
Cha, let me in. Sweet Goddess, I want inside your frequency.
I want to, but is this wise?
He didn’t care. He kept pushing and his balls were so tight. Still, he wanted all of her.
Let me in.
He felt her give way, so he rushed inside and that pushed him over the edge. He released her neck and rose up shouting as his body rocked and pleasure streaked through him.
But it was the frequency joining that kept sending thrills up his cock, his abdomen, his chest, and that kept him shouting and coming, releasing all that he had into her.
Somewhere he felt her body writhing and heard her crying out then screaming as she came. His vibrations were a heavy pulse through him and at the same time through her body.
He eased back but he wasn’t done. He continued to thrust into her, stroking her, feeling her.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. She looked almost panic-stricken.
Quinlan, my God.
“I’m going to make you climax again.”
Her neck arched and he pumped her harder, his body winding up once more.
“Faster,” she called out.
He didn’t hold back, but pumped into her with his warrior strength, his vibrations at full bore, his mating frequency inside her own, possessing her, conquering her yet again.
“Oh, God.” She arched her neck and screamed, clutching at his biceps, digging her fingernails in and it felt so good.
Pleasure
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