I can feel his smile only growing as I run my fingers through his soft, tousled hair. He shakes his head, and I can almost see a blushing hue rising to his adorable cheeks.
“I’m about to make love to you as my wife for the first time.”
My heart melts, and I dissolve instantly under the heat of his breath and the soul of his words. I can’t even speak as I pull his incredible lips back up to mine. He grips my sides harder, his desire growing as his erection digs into me through the lacy underwear.
“Mmm,” he murmurs. “You taste good Mrs. Banner.”
I giggle lightly behind the kiss upon hearing my newly acquired name slithering across his lips as soft as a rose petal. His heated touch continues to trail over my body, sizzling against my skin as he slides my underwear free from me. He strips me down completely, his eyes salaciously soaking in every inch of my naked body, and then in a blink, he’s out of his clothes. His body lies on mine - skin on skin - and his lips take me hostage, though I’m a willing captive.
“It wouldn’t be right spending our wedding night sober,” I seduce, and his eyes darken as the twisted wheels of his brain begin turning with menace.
“I agree. It wouldn’t be… us.”
I smirk as his lips stroll down my neck, finding the spot which lies between it and my shoulder, and then I moan as his blood bringers break the surface. Erotica bursts free and burns through my veins. My whole body sizzles with passion and drunken desire as the need for his body inside mine starts to throb.
The wind leaves my chest with his first incredible thrust slamming into me with such force it forces out a grunt. My eyes close as my teeth cling to my lower lip, and he frees it as his tongue dances in my mouth. He pulls back to let his head fall as he watches his body moving in and out of mine. I can’t help but feel myself growing hotter as the carnal exhibition makes me grip his skin to the point of bringing blood.
His violently sublime thrusts continue as our bodies bash together, and I wrap my legs around his waist when he jerks me up from the bed to slam me against the wall. My head flops over on his shoulder, and my teeth graze his skin teasingly before my set of blood bringers unsheathe.
His delicious taste floods my mouth, bringing more desire and need with it. He gasps as ecstasy floods his veins with a more electrifying charge, and he grips my ass as he continues his merciless pounding inside me. The passion behind his blue eyes doesn’t try to hide. It displays itself with pride, pushing me all the closer to the peak I love to fall off of.
His ragged breaths pant into my ear as our melding bodies stick to each other against the dampened skin. My hands find his hair, and again his lips consume mine as he owns me with too much ease.
I’m his - completely and utterly his - at last.
I can’t hold back the screaming climax as it shatters my strength, my languid body becoming dead weight in his arms as he continues to search for his own release. He effortlessly holds me tighter, as if I’m weightless, and his hands tangle in my hair as he pulls my head back, his body still charging into mine with a force no one else can ever feel. It’s so surreal, amazing, and I love him for every move he makes inside of me.
He finally stiffens as he thrusts into me one last glorious time, and his warmth spreads through me like the full glow of the sun. He leans back with me still firmly attached to his waist and collapses to the bed. We both grunt, pant, and almost giggle. I can’t seem to be close enough to him right now… my husband, and it’s not just because of the blood fuck. It’s because he’s finally mine, completely mine.
“I never cease to be amazed by you,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me for quite a while,” I chuckle out.
He flips me over to my back, his fingers strumming through my hair, and his grin only grows.
“You don’t know how happy I am to have you for quite a while. You mean everything to me. I love you, baby.”
His sincerity and seriousness melt me to my core, and my girly grin spreads to the point my cheeks sting.
“I love you.”
He smiles before kissing my forehead, and then his lips stroll over my belly as he whispers, “And you little one, I love you.”
A tear jerks free from the corner of my eye, and he wipes it away before his lips close over mine.
Our life. Our child. Our love.
