She rose in the waist-deep water taking her time to join him, loving the view.
Molten gaze eating her alive, he started to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e his big c.o.c.k for her. “You want to take this between your lips,” he rasped, his tongue daubing his own. “You need to suck on it.” That smoldering sensuality . . .
She nodded, spellbound. Each stroke of his big fist made need tighten in her belly. Up. Down. Up . . . Down . . .
Once she reached him, she leaned in to kiss his throat, but not to bite. She eased lower to lick drops from his chest.
He cupped her t.i.ts, weighing and ma.s.saging them.
When she grazed her teeth over one of his nipples, all the muscles in his mighty body tensed. “I’m not to be teased tonight.” He gave her b.r.e.a.s.t.s a squeeze to show her he meant business.
“Uh-huh.” Ignoring him, she moved to the other one, twirling her tongue as she gave it a sizzling suck.
A gust of breath left him.
When she nipped it, his hips bucked.
“You’re sensitive.” Continuing down, she nuzzled the damp hair at his navel. As she’d fantasized today, her lips followed his tattoo, her tongue flicking.
“Enough! Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?” He tilted his hips, jutting his c.o.c.k upright. “Put me out of my misery.”
She grasped his d.i.c.k, about to kiss it.
“Ah-ah. Meet my eyes. I want to see your true reaction.”
She raised her face. “Reaction?”
“Some females crave this; some don’t. Never gave a f.u.c.k before. Now . . .”
Gaze holding his, she slowly licked the tip.
He groaned and tightened his hold on her t.i.ts.
She swirled her tongue around the head, then licked the slit. When she probed that dip with the tip of her tongue, his legs quaked around her.
“Wicked little girl.”
His taste! She could do this forever. As she flicked kisses all over the plump crown, she tried to keep her eyes on his, but bliss made her lids heavy.
“You love it, don’t you?” He rocked his hips up so she could reach his b.a.l.l.s.
When she nuzzled them, his head fell back. Then she tongued that rippled flesh. He growled when she sucked on one, then the other. But his shaft called her back. “Hard as stone.” Beneath his taut skin, veins pulsed. She hungered for his magnificent c.o.c.k and the blood stiffening it.
He lowered his head again to watch her. “You said you’re never duplicated. I’m not so easily replaced either, am I?” His lips curved into that arrogant grin.
She wanted to wipe it off his face. You asked for it, dark fey.
She grazed a fang along his shaft, drawing blood.
Rune inhaled a shocked breath, l.u.s.ting for more of this blood play, craving her darkest kiss. Could he coax his picky eater to bite him there . . . ? The idea made him even harder.
Both of them watched black blood welling.
She lapped at it with delight, panting for more.
“Do it, then! Sink your fangs into my c.o.c.k.” He cupped her lovely face, commanding her with his eyes. “You’ll pierce me as you were pierced.”
With a nod, she opened her mouth to take him. He felt her breaths against the bulbous head as she stretched her lips around it, enclosing it.
“Yes!” Her mouth was a sultry paradise. “Now bite. Do it.”
Below the crown, her fangs slowly sank into flesh, p.r.i.c.king it.
He bellowed to the sky, “AH! My G.o.ds!” He palmed her head, trapping her to him.
Her wanton moan vibrated his length. With her first draw, his back bowed uncontrollably, as if a physical force was arching him to her. He almost came instantly, hovering right at the edge.
But he needed to see her, to witness this female’s taking. He lowered his chin. “f.u.c.k,” he breathed as she sucked.
The most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
In an awed tone, he said, “You’re feeding from my c.o.c.k.” How could a male care about power dynamics when a female this beautiful seared him with forbidden pleasure?
This was a fantasy come to life, one he’d never known he had. He threaded his fingers through her hair, reveling in her bite. Just when he thought this sight couldn’t get hotter, one of her hands dipped below the water, between her thighs.
Disbelief. “Are you fingering your p.u.s.s.y?”
She didn’t have to answer; her mesmerizing eyes grew even more hooded.
Fingering herself. While she suckled his raging d.i.c.k for blood. “G.o.ds almighty.” His b.a.l.l.s drew up, but he struggled to hold out.
With her other hand she fisted the base of his shaft, claws digging in. Were her instincts telling her to secure her prey? Vampires were possessive. Did she consider his c.o.c.k hers?
“Take more!” His swelling veins felt too full of blood. He had more than enough for both of them. “I want you greedy for it.”
Her moans grew louder, keening. She released her fangs, still sucking from his pierced skin as she eased her head down. When her carnal lips slipped along his shaft, his hands guided her lower, his hips rocking.
She took him deep—then sucked until her cheeks hollowed.
“Uhn!” He could feel her drawing from his veins. Pressure pooled at the base of his spine, his release imminent, but he needed to last till she was sated, slaked in more than one way. His voice went guttural. “That’s it. Suck it like it belongs to you.”
She swallowed more of him, and he wished he had s.e.m.e.n to give her too. “If I could spend, I’d make you drink every drop of my c.u.m.”
She whimpered. Beneath the water, her hand sped up.
“You’d like that? I’d fill you with blood and seed. Make you accept everything from me.” Pressure kept building. His muscles flexed in readiness. His b.a.l.l.s ached; his rod throbbed. Unfamiliar impulses struck him.