He clutched my wrist to stop me before I could begin stroking. When I made a confused face, he stood and threw his pants and shirt off, until he stood strong and naked and beautiful.
Lukain’s cock was a thick, powerful weapon that throbbed in front of me, dripping his arousal. I would never again believe vampires didn’t pump blood through their veins, because this was all the evidence I needed.
I gawked for a moment.
He crawled over me. “I will be gentle,” he promised.
“I don’t want you to be.”
“Your wounds.” His voice was a caress against my ear as he kissed me.
“I can handle it. You taught me to handle pain, Master. I’m more concerned about having something so big inside—”
“I will make sure you are only filled with pleasure, little grimmer.” His smile was wicked again, his voice raspy and low.
I nodded diligently and reclined in the bed until the pillows surrounded me in a heap of softness. Lukain’s hard body scooped over mine, arms framing my head. His girth rubbed over the swell of my belly, lost for a moment in my curves before pressing dangerously against my heated flesh between my legs.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t care if it hurts, sir,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck my little pussy until I can’t see straight. It’s what I’ve always—”
He surged inside me with a low growl.
“—wanted!”
My body tensed, muscles clamping around the thick shaft plunging inside my depths. Lukain grunted as precious inches sank deeper inside me, pushing past my resistance.
I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist, heels falling on his taut ass. My heels bounced on his rear as he thrust deeper, pushing against my curves and sinking down to kiss me at the same time.
My eyes rolled behind my lids. The gashes of my cuts reopened and seeped through my bandages. He sucked in a harsh breath, growing more animalistic as the scent of me drove him wild and drove him harder inside me.
Master Lukain took me like he had been waiting years for it. Now I knew he had. All those shirtless training sessions, those quick looks, those smoldering words that could be misconstrued . . .
This had always been his desire. He had hidden it when I was younger, patiently waiting. And now I was his. No,hewas—
“Mine,” I whispered in his ear, spurring him on to fuck me harder, deeper, until his cock hilted inside me.
“Give me your blood, Sephania,” he rasped, bucking his hips.
My large breasts swung, and he put a hand to my chest to hold them steady—to keep my curves from running wild beyond his control.
“My . . . blood?” I eked out. Our sweat mingled. Confusion found a home on my brow.
He smiled wickedly down at me. “It will enhance the pleasure.”
Oh. Fuck.I nodded dumbly. “Then take it. Fuck me True,take anything!”
This was nothing like Dimmon Plank. The fact that despicable cretin of a man even vaguely passed through my mind was an affront to the sheer blissfulness Lukain Pierken was giving me with every hard thrust of his hips.
The clapping of our flesh echoed through the room. I let out another moan as the tension at the base of my belly tightened and roared and prepared to explode.
He bent lower to glide his fangs over my supple neck. “There will be no pain,” he promised.
I nodded eagerly, hugging my arms around his neck even tighter. One hand grabbed his hair, forcing his face down against my neck—trying to take some measure of control. A quick pinprick skimmed across the vein in my throat—
And then pure euphoria ignited. My blood prickled with something new, something deep and ancient. He drank loudly, his mouth a vacuum on my neck. My blood was singing for release.
My body tensed, trembled, and dizziness washed over me as I came with a cry, curling my toes against his ass while I embraced him deeper inside me.
The sensation of Lukain drinking my blood and fucking the thoughts from my head was too much to handle. I rose up and met his thrusts, shaking and slamming my wide wobbling ass against his hips until I forced him into a kneeling position and pushed harder against him.
