Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
When he brings me to another orgasm, I actually scream.
I don’t know my name by the time he flips me back over, his mouth and cheeks covered in my arousal. He’s still kneeling between my thighs, smiling down at me, as he starts to stroke his very hard cock with his hand.
“You’re mine.”
I nod. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Kane. Forever. For always.”
He reaches out to grip my thighs again, spreading them out as he slowly starts to slide his cock inside me. I’m so wet by now he slides in easily, but the pleasurable pain that comes from being filled for the first time makes my eyes fall shut and a moan escape my lips.
He feels huge as he slides his cock into me inch by inch, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more complete in my entire life as when I do when my body is this full of him.
And he sits there for a long moment, his gaze locked with mine.
“This is heaven,” he whispers. “This is fucking heaven.”
“Yes. More. I need more.” I wiggle my hips a little, encouraging him to move, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull back slightly before driving his hips forward.
And then he does it again.
And again.
And again.
Each thrust going deep and harder and my breasts bouncing from the movement.
More moans spill from my lips, but I don’t miss the way his gaze moves to my neck, watching the way it pulses with each beat of my heart.
“I know what you are, Kane.” Without hesitation, I reach out to pull his face closer to mine. “And I know what feeding is. I know what it is, and I want it. I want you to feed on me.”
His gaze sharpens. “You shouldn’t say that lightly.”
“I’m not.”
My pulse is already quickening, but it isn’t fear that drives it. It’s anticipation. It’s desire. It’s need. I want him to feed on me. I want it so badly, I actually feel physical pain from it.
“I want you to feed on me. I know what it means. I know what it does. And I just…I need that connection with you more than I need anything else.” I reach up and touch the side of his neck, feeling the tension in him. “I need it, Kane. Please. Feed on me.”
He stills. “Blair—”
“Please,” I beg. “Please.” I take his hand and guide it to my heart. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me,” I whisper, sliding his hand along my throat. “And I know what I want.”
His jaw clenches with restraint. “You’re asking me to lose complete control.”
“I trust you, Kane. And when you’re with me like this, I want you to be reckless. I want you to be wild. I want you to give me everything because I want to give you everything too.”
His cock is still deep inside me, and I move my hips a little just to savor the feel of him filling me. He groans and starts driving his cock in again.
“Be wild with me,” I plead, and I see when the last vestige of his restraint leaves his body.
He fucks me hard and fast, and then he pauses as he leans down to brush his lips against my neck. “I’m going to fuck you while I feed on you. And I’m going to feed on you while I make you come on my cock.”
And when his mouth moves slowly down my throat, his lips warm against my skin, I know I was right. The beast in him isn’t something to fear.
It’s something I want. It’s something I need.
It’s something I’ll crave forever.
Kane
The moment Blair tilts her head and offers me her throat, I snap. I lose control. I let myself inhale her, taking in the scent of her blood. Her pulse flutters beneath my mouth—fast, warm, and so beautifully alive.
My mouth waters, my cock jerks inside her, and I reach up with my hand to wrap my fingers gently around her neck.
She smells like fucking heaven.
She smells like mine.
“Last chance,” I murmur against her skin. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare.” She tightens her fingers on my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to draw blood if I were human.
A dark sound leaves my chest. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
She lifts her chin higher, exposing her throat fully now and ensuring that my lips brush against her skin. “I do,” she whispers. “Be wild with me.”
That’s it. That’s the moment the beast inside me stops pretending to be civilized. I slide my hand behind her neck and hold her there as my mouth brushes the racing pulse beneath her skin. I feel the tremor that runs through her body, and her intentions roll over me like a tidal wave.
There’s no fear. Just anticipation. Just desire. Just need.