He trembled all over, went rigid, then spurted hot stickiness all over my stomach. “Mmm… yes. Very nice.”
I lifted him off me, holding his entire body off me by a few inches, as I reached out with my other hand and gathered all his stickiness on my fingers, then coated my cock with it.
I shifted a little and eased him back down and he groaned as my crown nestled against his hole perfectly.
He pushed back against me and I gave him what we both wanted, and what I could no longer hold off, and I eased in, filling him inch by inch.
I stroked his hair as he thrashed and growled, slamming his hands down into the sheets and tearing at them.
“Fuck… ungh… yes…yes!”he cried out, starting to lash his tongue over my nipples, then gnawing at my biceps.
He was truly a wild thing.
And I adored it.
We both grunted as I seated myself fully inside him.
I held for a while, trying to shore up my control, as well as ensure he was suitably prepared for what was to come.
Especially when I had a strong suspicion as to what he would do once I began to move.
“Ready to be taken wholly, Lazriel?” I asked, fisting his hair and jerking his gaze to mine.
“Ready to lose your shit?” he fired back.
Yes, he wished to be partially dominated, to the point where he could let go. However, he did not like it to be the extent of things. There had to be a balance for him, a line that was walked carefully and never entirely crossed. Sylas had fortunately explained that in a deeper way to me after our foursome session a couple of days ago, adding to what I’d already deduced on my own.
I smiled up at him. “Without a doubt.”
He beamed at me, then arched and pushed back against me.
I surged forward deep inside his glorious hole, hitting that sweet spot.
He screamed out into the room and started clawing at my chest, my biceps, becoming stunningly primal.
And then he employed his vampire speed, the two of us moving together aggressively, violently, and gloriously.
Bliss wracked my body, shocks of pain from his claws that were then soothed by his tongue, only for him to then slash deep again. Over and over as I powered into him and he slammed back against me like a vibrating force of motion, controlling the rhythm together as our mutual pleasure climbed toward an epic crescendo all too quickly. One that my mind could barely keep up with, let alone my greatly over-stimulated body.
Curses were spilling from my throat.
My hands were all over him—tugging at his short strands of hair, sweeping down his arms, back, and thighs, cupping his balls… everything.
He yanked my head to the side and a nod from me was all it took before he drove his fangs back into my throat and drank copiously.
“Ahh… mesmerizing…Lazriel…”
He drank deeper, harder, before suddenly pulling back with a snarl, those blazing eyes locking on mine.
With a flick of my magic, I reached up and drew a deep scratch across the top of his pecs. I leaned in to lick and taste, but he surprised me as he grasped my nape instead, then slammed his lips to mine.
My own blood exploded on my tongue as he kissed me deeply, hungrily, and desperately.
It was all too much then, colliding spectacularly, and I lost control finally, and cursed out into the room as I filled him.
He threw his head back and roared against my mouth as the sensation sent him over the edge and he spurted all over me again.
He sank into me, clutching at me and burying his face in my chest.
