Page 80 of Scorned
Tucking her thumbs into the edge of her panties, she slid them down her smooth legs and when she stood, her perfect pussy was in my line of sight. But what caught my attention was her pubic hair or should I say lack of it.
The last time we’d had sex a few days ago, Lyric had complained about not being able to go into town to get waxed. But from the looks of it, she’d managed to perfectly groom herself. Not too short, not too long, but exactly how she liked it.
Then I realized she’d planned this entire evening out in advance.
Not only had Lyric shaved, but she also wore her hair down, had on a sexy outfit, and danced in front of a bonfire all to get my attention. Little did she know, I didn’t need her to do anything for me to want her. She’d completely mesmerized me since the day we met by merely existing.
With the way her hooded eyes gazed into mine as she stood shamelessly naked in front of me, she could fuck me blind for all I cared.
“If you don’t get your sexy ass over here, I’m going to have to disobey your commands and take matters into my own hands.”
She laughed as she stalked forward, then planted a leg on either side of the chair and slowly lowered herself onto my lap. My cock slipped smoothly between her soaked pussy lips, causing us both to moan.
“Damn, you’re wet.”
I lifted my hands to touch her and she slammed them onto my chest. “I said to keep them there.”
“Holy fuck, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She tightened her lips, her eyes conveying the power she now held. “Do you hear me, Winston?”
I had no clue how I was supposed to answer her, so I said the first thing that came to mind. “Umm, yes, ma’am.”
She pushed herself onto her knees and reached between us, sliding my full length inside of her. Her cunt was warm and tight, the walls clamping onto me. I secured my fists against my chest, forcing myself not to move as she laid claim on my dick.
With the grace of a goddess, she moved her hips slowly at first, drawing moans from us both. For a while I stared at her, enjoying the change in her facial features when the pleasure took over. I don’t know what awakened the sexual lioness she’d become, but it enthralled me.
Gradually, she increased the speed of her movements and her breaths became ragged. My fingers were almost numb when I clenched them tighter against my chest, restraining myself from touching as her orgasm drew near. Sweat droplets formed on her chest and the sound of her heart thundered faster in my sensitive ears.
“Oh shit,” she panted out, her pussy muscles tightening around me. “Touch me now.”
Finally.
I grabbed her hips and assisted her as she rode out her ecstasy. Her loud moans softened as she sucked in deep breaths, her muscles relaxing. She melted into my embrace, emitting small whimpers as her wetness flowed onto me.
I caressed her back, giving her a moment to recover before I said, “Now it’s my turn.”
Holding her tight, I stood and pushed the chair to the side, then turned around and sat her on the edge of my desk. I dropped my thumb to her swollen clit, circling it as I slowly moved inside of her. With a moan, she firmly grasped my shoulders, her nails piercing my skin.
While entangled in our ecstasy, groaning and gasping for air, I had an epiphany. I know . . . horrible timing.
Although my feelings for Lyric hadn’t developed into love yet, we were about to embark on an immensely perilous mission tomorrow—one I wanted her to survive. And she would . . . if she fed from me.
“Drink my blood,” I panted out in between breaths.
“Wh . . . what?”
“It’ll make you strong for the mission, but if something happens, you might turn.”
She pushed on my chest, halting my movements.
Our eyes locked, my heart thumping in my ears as I awaited her answer.
“Is this your way of saying I love you?” she breathed out.
The act of sharing vampire blood during sex was a highly sensual and intimate experience—one I was dying to have with Lyric—but if she got killed, she’d turn. And that was more important to me.
“This is my way of saying I care for you so much, I don’t want you to die.”
