He throws me into another wall, and more shit shatters against the ground as we savagely rip apart the room. My teeth sink into his flesh again to release more of the toxic seduction to erotically fuel the fire blistering inside. His hands grip my breasts as he flips me over a counter, and I feel him pounding all the harder as he pumps in his desire.
I feel the build of the most powerful release I’ve ever felt gradually brewing in my belly, and suddenly I scream out, “Hale,” as I explode around him with a vicious eruption.
He doesn’t stop or even slow down.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he growls into my ear, and then I feel the bed against my back as he slides in and out with his fervent pace.
I cry out when the surreal climax has left me too sensitive for such a violent assault, but then I feel it starting to build again. Tears escape when the sensations become overwhelming, and his lips fold over mine as his hands grip my ass to jerk me harder against his thrusts.
“I love you,” he breathes, and I just grip him tighter as his breath flows with its incredible heat into my mouth.
His hands use my hips bones as handles when I’m suddenly on top of him, and I feel him gripping my ass so tight I’m worried I’m going to need to heal again. My nails slide up his arms, and I bend to hover over him. I let him take me as hard and fast as he wants to from underneath me. He grips tighter, his jaw clenching shut as our eyes fearlessly connect.
His lips attack mine again, and my hands grip against his shoulders as I hear the incredible sound of our bodies melding together. I scream out loud enough to shatter glass when I find my release yet again, and this time he moans as he follows me. I feel his warmth rushing through me to prove he’s done… for now.
“Fuck,” he murmurs in such elation, and I fall to his body with my languid, exhausted, and thoroughly depleted body.
His arms grip me tightly to him, and he stays inside me as if he’s scared to let me go. I cling to him, and our wild kisses turn to softer ones as our lips play against each other’s. My legs continue quivering around him, and he slowly starts moving while still inside of me.
“Stop,” I murmur as the drug of the blood fuck starts to lose its full hold on me.
“Just take my blood one more time,” he pleads, and I shake my head.
I can’t move though. Feeling him inside of me just feels too fucking good right now to give up.
“No. I’m healed now. Anything else will just complicate this,” I murmur, but my lips still slightly stroke his, contradicting my words.
“You’re still under the effects of it right now. Just take my blood again, or I’ll take yours,” he seduces.
“Take mine,” I murmur, and his eyes light up with menace as I allow him access to his spot between my shoulder and neck.
I’m aching now as the poison returns with his sharp bite, and the mind-blowing sensations beg to be pleasured. He slides out of me, and the loss of the deep intimacy is almost painful. The dress I’m still barely wearing shreds like paper when he rips it free from my healed body, and his lips return to mine as he flips me to be under him.
He jerks my legs to force my body against his again, and I fill his hip bones thrash against the insides of my thighs as he violently picks up the pace. I grunt and moan each time I feel him go deep, and I start clinging to the sheets as the merciless rhythm carries on.
His hand grips my throat, and it’s so fucking hot when I feel his fingers curling around almost tight enough to hurt. The erotic adrenaline burns like Hale as it slithers through me, and my heart quickens just as hard as my insides. The spawning inferno between our rapidly crashing bodies forces a dripping sweat, and I grip the sheets tighter when I feel the third best feeling of the night.
The powerful, mind-blowing, and unfathomable gathering of lust and desire surges through me as I scream out in ecstasy. I feel his warmth spreading inside me again when my glass-shattering wails become his undoing. He falls to my side, and this time he fortunately doesn’t stay inside me.
“I could live inside you,” he breathes, and he starts to move back to me.
“I think we just crossed a line,” I murmur guiltily, and he pulls me to his body in such a wonderfully affectionate embrace.
“We didn’t cross anything. You were still under the effects,” he murmurs into my ear, and then his lips trail up and down my neck. “We both still are. It’s not like it just disappears as soon as you get off,” he crudely adds, and I have to stifle a laugh.
“I should hope not considering that happened pretty early on the first time for me,” I grumble.
I can feel his lips smiling triumphantly against the back of my neck, and I start to get up when I realize my bare body is driving him mad.
“Please don’t leave yet,” he pleads. “I’m not fully out of the woods over here.”
I look to see the pain stinging his eyes. I know how excruciating it can be for someone to leave while you’re still feeling the intoxicating need for their body close to yours after a blood fuck.
“I’m just going to steal one of your shirts, and then I’ll be right back. I’m not over the need for closeness either,” I say softly, and he smirks as I wrap up in the sheet to deter his wolfish mind from scheming.
“This reminds me of the time I asked you to marry me,” he sighs.
I cringe lightly at his elation ringing out clearly, and I’m worried the intimacy we just thoroughly shared has fucked with his head. I know it has fucked with mine, and now the confusion I had has only been multiplied by infinity.
