With a rough motion, I knock him to his back and climb over to straddle him. His eyes find mine, though he doesn't offer me true submission. I know it won't be long before his night stalker tries to rise up and take over one way or another.
With a swift motion, he rips my shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts not confined by a bra. A few curses fall through his lips in a whispered, praising tone as his eyes rake over me.
My dark hair falls into place, obstructing his view slightly before I fall down to press my lips to his, hungry to taste that divine nectar once more. His tongue slips between my lips, showing his expert exploration abilities. One of his hands tangles in my hair, as the other grips the curve of my ass.
His arousal is evident; his firmness pressed between my legs. Straddling him in leather isn't ideal. I want to feel him closer, drink him in. More than anything, I want his fangs buried deep in my flesh and throwing me into that high—just not yet.
He gasps as my hands runs along the seam of his jeans, finding his button and then his zipper. The screams of the slasher film almost excite me, enticing the darkness within. Loud growls and the bashing of metal bars rattle out, reminding me the bitch lycan is locked downstairs. I can hear it, even though I shouldn't be able to. That room is soundproofed.
I almost feel like strutting in front of her and fucking the man I won't let her have right in front of her eyes. The vile thought only fuels my hunger, making me crave him in so many ways.
His breath hitches when I free his erection, and then his hand grips my hair almost too hard when my lips close around his hard shaft. Each stroke deliberate and teasing, I offer him pleasure in a way I never have before.
He moans, almost growling in the back of his throat as I continue to take him deeper, owning him.
"Shit, Alyssa," he murmurs through a surprised exhale, feeding my dark temptress.
Just when I think he's about to finish inside my mouth, he rips me up and throws me to the mattress, seizing control.
"Bite me," I murmur impatiently, running my finger over his exposed fang.
Apparently my dirty seduction has lured the night stalker out once again. He doesn't have to hide from me anymore, and I love the deadly, unguarded beauty in front of me.
He gives me his best scandalous grin as he nips playfully at my breasts, teasing me by pressing his fangs against the skin, but never breaking the surface. I don't like this game. I know what I want, and I don't like being teased.
"Patience," he murmurs as he starts his descent down my chest, moving to my stomach.
In an expert motion, the leather is pulled free from my lower body and tossed to the floor. His finger slides under the rim of my lacy panties, and I prop one arm behind my head as I watch him toy with me.
"Don't play with me, night stalker."
He gives me a curious gaze, and then he pulls my underwear down while pressing his lips against the apex of my thighs. Involuntarily, my head pops back when his incredibly wonderful tongue goes to work. He pins my hips when I try to squirm, and he forces me to endure all the sensations he offers.
Tidal waves of ecstasy flood my veins, bringing me to an all-time high as a powerful buzz enters the room. I feel as though I'm collecting sexual energy, feeding on it. It feels absolutely divine.
His eyes grow to be a brighter blue as he drinks me in, tasting me in the most intimate of ways. I arch my back, silently begging him to continue. Just before I find my release, I feel his body surging into mine, surprising me with his firm perfection replacing his tongue.
"What the hell is going on?" he asks, breathless as he takes me.
He presses his lips against mine, feeling confused, but it's quickly replaced with greedy passion. He rocks back up and jerks my head back, exposing my neck as he continues his almost violent thrusts, making me grunt involuntarily with each fervent stroke.
"Please," I almost beg, making him shake his head in amusement, as his eyes fall lower to watch himself moving in and out of my body.
I jerk him down, placing his mouth closer to my neck, and I feel a spark from my hand to his body. He groans loudly as the power charges him, forcing him to bend to my will.
The pain mingles with eroticism as his fangs sink deep into the flesh of my shoulder. A strangled moan escapes through his lips as I gasp for air. His venom feels so good as it burns through me, igniting every flame within.
He bleeds me, savoring my taste while fucking me without mercy. His rough, carnal touch is beyond exquisite. He jerks me up, and before I know what's going on, we're against the wall.
His weight presses against me as he holds me in the air, slamming me into the wall once more—making it hurt just enough.
"Kane, I lov-"
His lips crush mine before I can finish that sentence.
"Not while you've got my venom. You can't say that until you mean it again," he mumbles against my lips.
My moans become near screams in that instant, as the rushing flood of pent-up desire runs free, falling into the spiral of undeniable perfection.
