I gave him what he wanted.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
PARIS
He buried himself into me without standing on any ceremony and got to thrusting straight away, rocking his hips, crushing me harder against the wall.
The bite of pain from his girth quickly passed, his length striking my G-spot with a bull’s eye every thrust.
Whoa.
I wasn’t dizzy from his feeding. On the contrary. More like beyond horny, happy for him to take more of me.
Devour me.
Ruin me.
I freed my arms from being pinned against the wall, reaching around to grab the back of his head with one hand and touched myself with the other.
The move spurred him on harder, his enthusiasm going up in a wild ascent. He spun me around, drawing my legs up around his waist without slipping out of me.
Fuck yeah!
He growled and slammed into me with no romance, nothing but feral heat and anger. When I met his gaze, those scarlet eyes blazed with hate, which drove him to piledrive me harder, my spine scraping against the wall.
“Give it to me!” I hissed, throwing my own hate into his handsome face.
Man, the way his hair tumbled across his eyes, the darkness practically emanating from his pores, drove me wild. I worked with him, lifting my hips as best I could.
Pow. Pow. Pow. He landed blow after blow against my hot button. And his blood sang its own song, wildfire in every vein, every artery, and every bone.
“Fuck… Yeah…” I moaned. “Fuck…”
I pulled him into a kiss, lips slamming together. His fangs nicked my mouth, drawing more blood. He lapped at it with his tongue, then bit down on his bottom lip. It burst, more of him leaking into my mouth.
A frenzy of pleasure confused me, the additional blood sending me careening toward the final burst.
He broke the kiss, returning his fangs to my neck. Painful, incredible, the sucking like a special kind of love bite, enough to make the room twirl, twirl, twirl.
“Oh… Fuck…”
I wasn’t touching myself now, my hands buried in his hair. I didn’t need to. He had this in the bag, taking me closer and closer and closer to…
…shame.
This was shameful. A real low. An extreme plummet into the depths of depravity.
But I screamed his name as the orgasm exploded out of my dick, hot cum splattering his stomach, every breath stolen.
“Your Fucking Majesty!” I howled. My body convulsed, his fangs still inside me, his thrusting frenetic.
He threw his head back in a roar, blood spraying my face. His climax exploded inside me, filling me up deliciously. So warm and flooding, taking me to the highest of heavens.
The vampire king just came inside me…
Silvanus thrust until he was spent, pulling out of me quickly. I hit the floor with a thud, slumping to the side.
The vampire king just came inside…
