Escape (Vampire King Book 1) by Kenya Wright

else.”
    “You’ll be my queen,”
he declared. My blood rushed through my veins at an erratic pace. My heart
slammed against my chest as if I were running. What is he doing to me? My hands shook as I held on to him just so
I wouldn’t pass out.
    “Don’t say that,” I
whispered. He opened my pants. My heartbeats slowed. My body froze. Ambi, help me. I should stop him. I bit
my lip while the soft pads of his fingers traveled along the pants’ opening.
    “Are you scared there
could be more between us?” He slipped his hand into my panties.
    “Yes.” I gasped as his
fingers toyed with my swollen bud. He fondled me and I moistened at his caress.
    “This isn’t just
hormones.” His two fingers entered me. Biting my lip harder, I moaned and
rocked my hips. His fangs extended longer than before. “I would have fucked you
with no mercy last night if it was just sex.”
    It
feels so good. Ambi, help me. It feels so good.
    “Can I make love to
you, Brie?”
    And with no hesitation,
the sad realization hit me. I had to have him no matter what. And deal with the consequences later.
    “Yes,” I said. “Make
love to me.”
    His growls shook the
leather walls. The tent wavered as if a breeze had come through. He removed his
fingers and practically tore off his clothes undressing himself. I took off my
shirt and quickly slipped out of my pants and panties. Samuel spread my legs
apart.
    “Let me taste you
first.” His face journeyed down to my thighs.
    “No.” I stopped him. “I
want your hard cock inside me. You’ve teased me enough.”
    Something quaked inside
his chest. Power rippled across his skin, thickening the air. He returned to
me, kissing my lips, and parted my folds with satin fingers. “You’re so wet for
me.”
    He thrust his thick,
throbbing cock into me, expanding my flesh around him so his length would fit.
Smoldering heat fused and clenched where he pumped in a smooth motion.
    “Samuel!” I cried out
in pure pleasure, completely devoured by the rising hunger that threatened to
explode in my core. His hands shot to my breasts, teasing my right nipple. His
mouth captured my other nipple, devouring the pink peak. My blood swayed back
and forth inside my veins as though thousands of hands were all over my body
stimulating me.
    I
love the way you feel! I thought because I could barely
form a coherent word with my mouth.
      “Blasted!” His steady rhythm transformed to
merciless pounding as he formed my drenched tunnel into his own creation. “I
knew you’d feel this good.”
    He was so hard, thick,
and long. Never had I ever had a man so big, so all consuming. All I could feel
was him inside me. My blood floated on his power, waiting impatiently for his
fangs to cut through me like his cock had and take what was his.
    I groaned with
abandoned lust. “Don’t ever stop!”
    I’m
going to spend all day pleasing you, my queen . His voice
swirled inside my head, never staying in one area of my mind, but echoing as I
rode his hungry cadence.
    Moaning, I reached for
his back, digging my nails into his skin. An orgasm crashed into me. His
fingers pinched my nipples hard as I screamed and gyrated into his waist.
Grunting, he sped up, hammering me, shoving that delicious cock into me, and
claiming my body as his. A tingling current surrounded my bud and set it on
fire. Another orgasm smashed into my body.
    Panting, I whimpered,
“Yes!”
    “Who are you to me?”
His gold eyes centered on me as he pierced me over and over with that hard
sword. “Who are you to me?”
    And with no doubt, my
lips parted and I moaned, “Your queen.”
    A wet slapping noise progressed
throughout the tent. Our scents mingled together—rose and the herbal aroma of
tenna.
    “I just can’t get deep
enough.” He lifted me so his knees were still on the ground, but I was
straddling his waist.
    My hair fell down my
back. I rode him as his cock spread me open wider to fit him. His mouth
returned to my breast, licking my