pint.
Zane. I’m in agony. I need to come. But I love that you’re making me wait while you take my blood. It’s such a rush.
He was breathing hard through his nose as he sucked and drank and pumped her low with his hips.
She was overcome by all the different sensations. Then with one hand, he reached beneath her and began massaging her abdomen, pressing so that she could feel his cock even better.
She made steady grunting noises that grew into a soft howl and increased in volume. The louder she howled, the faster his hips went.
Suddenly, he left her throat and began to roar.
Her release came, just as he began to orgasm. Only this was so different from anything she’d known. The sensation rolled on and on, of intense erotic pleasure pulsing repeatedly, flowing up her abdomen, forcing her to clench even harder.
He slowed for a moment. “Holy fuck!” he shouted.
She knew he was coming again as he grunted over her back. He pushed her hair aside. And just as she was coming down from one orgasm, he bit her hard, the way a shifter mate would, gripping her neck with his teeth to hold her in place.
Her body exploded into another series of earth-shattering pulses that turned her shifter-like howls into very human screams of pleasure.
She was flying, she was so caught up in the ecstasy, her was body trembling with passion. He drove in and out and a third roar left his lips, taking her orgasm farther and farther until at last the pulses slowed then stopped and she fell flat onto the mattress.
Was she even conscious?
He followed, lying on top of her, with their bodies still connected.
She panted, gasping for air. Her eyes were shut. She kept watching all the stars spinning within her mind. She saw such beauty in that moment, and for the first time in her life felt truly engaged with the world around her, with life, and all because of Zane.
Maybe being a blood rose wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.
~
Zane lay replete and unable to move. Sure, he’d read about the blood rose phenomenon and he’d seen it in action when he’d watched Malik getting drawn beneath the undertow of his experience with Willow. However, Malik could have talked until he was blue in the face, but he could never have truly prepared Zane for what had just happened between himself and Olivia.
Some things had to be experienced to be believed.
What seemed the most astonishing was that he’d released his seed three times. He smiled. Was anything more masculine than a solid ejaculation? But to deliver three in a row?
Hot damn, life was good.
Fuck ‘good’; life was incredible.
“Thank you, Olivia.”
“Ditto.”
“Am I heavy on you?”
“Nope, but it helps to be part shifter; I’m stronger than if I were just human.”
“I love lying here like this.”
“Me, too.”
He saw her fingers pulling at the sheet and covered her hand with his own, lacing his fingers with hers.
Without warning, his eyes started to burn and his chest felt like his rib-cage was held in a powerful vise. He realized he hadn’t done this with a woman since his wife had died. Sure, he’d had sex, but this had felt more like … making love.
He hadn’t wanted to get involved again. Hell, he’d made a commitment to stay away from any kind of serious relationship so long as the Invictus existed.
Now here was Olivia, a blood rose, and she was in his tree house bed.
He sighed heavily.
Zane, what’s wrong? I don’t know if it’s a blood rose thing, or if it’s just us, but I’m feeling like you’re in some kind of pain?
He drew out of her because, yeah, he was hurting. “I’ll be right back.” He went into the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. He’d felt the gush as he’d withdrawn from her body.
He returned and wiped her inner thighs then planted the towel between her legs. Even in that strange position, with her feet on the floor and her upper body lying flat, she seemed so comfortable in her own skin. Very shifter.
She rolled and
Zane. I’m in agony. I need to come. But I love that you’re making me wait while you take my blood. It’s such a rush.
He was breathing hard through his nose as he sucked and drank and pumped her low with his hips.
She was overcome by all the different sensations. Then with one hand, he reached beneath her and began massaging her abdomen, pressing so that she could feel his cock even better.
She made steady grunting noises that grew into a soft howl and increased in volume. The louder she howled, the faster his hips went.
Suddenly, he left her throat and began to roar.
Her release came, just as he began to orgasm. Only this was so different from anything she’d known. The sensation rolled on and on, of intense erotic pleasure pulsing repeatedly, flowing up her abdomen, forcing her to clench even harder.
He slowed for a moment. “Holy fuck!” he shouted.
She knew he was coming again as he grunted over her back. He pushed her hair aside. And just as she was coming down from one orgasm, he bit her hard, the way a shifter mate would, gripping her neck with his teeth to hold her in place.
Her body exploded into another series of earth-shattering pulses that turned her shifter-like howls into very human screams of pleasure.
She was flying, she was so caught up in the ecstasy, her was body trembling with passion. He drove in and out and a third roar left his lips, taking her orgasm farther and farther until at last the pulses slowed then stopped and she fell flat onto the mattress.
Was she even conscious?
He followed, lying on top of her, with their bodies still connected.
She panted, gasping for air. Her eyes were shut. She kept watching all the stars spinning within her mind. She saw such beauty in that moment, and for the first time in her life felt truly engaged with the world around her, with life, and all because of Zane.
Maybe being a blood rose wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.
~
Zane lay replete and unable to move. Sure, he’d read about the blood rose phenomenon and he’d seen it in action when he’d watched Malik getting drawn beneath the undertow of his experience with Willow. However, Malik could have talked until he was blue in the face, but he could never have truly prepared Zane for what had just happened between himself and Olivia.
Some things had to be experienced to be believed.
What seemed the most astonishing was that he’d released his seed three times. He smiled. Was anything more masculine than a solid ejaculation? But to deliver three in a row?
Hot damn, life was good.
Fuck ‘good’; life was incredible.
“Thank you, Olivia.”
“Ditto.”
“Am I heavy on you?”
“Nope, but it helps to be part shifter; I’m stronger than if I were just human.”
“I love lying here like this.”
“Me, too.”
He saw her fingers pulling at the sheet and covered her hand with his own, lacing his fingers with hers.
Without warning, his eyes started to burn and his chest felt like his rib-cage was held in a powerful vise. He realized he hadn’t done this with a woman since his wife had died. Sure, he’d had sex, but this had felt more like … making love.
He hadn’t wanted to get involved again. Hell, he’d made a commitment to stay away from any kind of serious relationship so long as the Invictus existed.
Now here was Olivia, a blood rose, and she was in his tree house bed.
He sighed heavily.
Zane, what’s wrong? I don’t know if it’s a blood rose thing, or if it’s just us, but I’m feeling like you’re in some kind of pain?
He drew out of her because, yeah, he was hurting. “I’ll be right back.” He went into the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. He’d felt the gush as he’d withdrawn from her body.
He returned and wiped her inner thighs then planted the towel between her legs. Even in that strange position, with her feet on the floor and her upper body lying flat, she seemed so comfortable in her own skin. Very shifter.
She rolled and
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