“Yes.” His scalp stung as she tugged on his hair to bring him closer.
He stopped talking, stopped thinking, and concentrated only on pleasuring his woman, his wife. The last word made his chest swell with pleasure and his balls tighten against his body. His wife. His. She belonged to him and he belonged to her.
Damek carefully raked one fang over her swollen clit, and her cry of pleasure echoed around the room. “Damek,” she gasped, arching into his touch. He loved the sound of his name coming from her sweet lips and let her feel the light stroke of his fang again.
It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. He wanted to taste her pleasure, to hear it, to feel it before he claimed her. All his senses were aroused and he was close to coming. His cock was pulsing like a heartbeat and it was tuned to the slow beat of Sonia’s heart. She was still young and hadn’t quite accepted the fact that her heart didn’t need to beat as it once had, and she expended unnecessary energy to keep it pulsing as normal. That would change over time.
He had to taste her, had to claim her in a way that no one else ever had or could. He gave the hard kernel of nerves one final lick and kissed his way to her sleekly muscled thigh.
Her breath caught in her throat but she didn’t stop him, didn’t protest. He sank his fangs into her salty skin and moaned in ecstasy when her blood filled his mouth. He sucked hard, taking her essence into him. His fingers continued to pump in and out of her snug sheath, pushing her to the edge and finally over.
Sonia arched her back, her fingers digging into his scalp. Internal explosions racked her body and cries of pleasure broke from her lips. Damek ignored the urgent request of his cock to get inside Sonia. Nothing was more important than her pleasure. He carefully withdrew his fangs, not wanting to take too much, and lapped at the small wound. He almost wished it wouldn’t heal so quickly, wanted her to wear his mark on her flesh as a reminder of who she belonged to.
“Damek.” She said his name and he lifted his head to smile at her. She might be the fledgling vampire, but he was her willing slave.
“Yes, my sweet.”
She opened her arms to him. “I need you.”
He stood and unzipped his pants, freeing his tortured cock. He braced one hand on the desk and used the other to rub the head of his shaft over her pussy, coating it with the lubrication from her orgasm.
She placed her hands on his chest. “Don’t tease me any longer. Come to me.”
There was nothing he would deny her. Damek placed the flared head of his cock against her opening and pushed. Sonia tipped her head back, exposing the long line of her neck. His fangs ached to bite her there, to taste her again.
The sweet tang of her blood and the musky scent of her cream still mingled on his lips when he leaned down and kissed her. She moaned and lapped at his lips, his fangs, tasting herself on him.
Damek thrust his cock deep, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep in her wet heat. He was home.
Chapter Eighteen
Sonia stroked Damek’s slick chest and broad shoulders. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man anywhere and she never got tired of touching him. Echoes of her orgasm were still zinging through her body, but there was no time for her to enjoy it, not with Damek kissing her. He explored the cavern of her mouth, tasting and arousing before withdrawing slightly to lick her bottom lip.
The sharp tang of her blood and the earthier flavor of her arousal lingered on his tongue. Their tastes blended to create something new, something special, something uniquely theirs. She lapped at his lips, wanting to take their combined essences into her body, indeed into her very soul.
Her channel was slick from her orgasm, but the muscles still had to stretch to accommodate Damek’s cock. He was thick and long and his cock head bumped against her womb.
No matter how many times they made love, it always felt new and exciting. Sonia gave herself up to him, to what happened when they came together, taking what she needed and giving Damek all that she was. It wasn’t in her to hold back, not when she loved him more than anyone else in the world.
Damek was lover, husband and maker. He’d plucked her out of the jaws of death and given her life. For that, she would always be grateful. But her love for him went deeper than simple gratitude.
She loved everything about him, even the things that frustrated her no end. He was bossy and demanding, but he was loyal and intelligent, sexy and compelling. Something about him spoke to her soul and she knew that would never change, no matter how long she lived.
Her channel rippled over his cock, trying to keep him locked inside her. Her entire body felt alive in a way it never had when she was human. It was strange to be considered undead but to feel so damned alive. Her skin tingled from head to foot. Heck, even her scalp was tingling. Her nipples were hard nubs, begging him to taste them. She felt sensual and wanton.
She felt closest to him when they were physically joined, their bodies united for one common goal. It gave her a tangible way to show him how much she loved him.
Damek slowly withdrew before forging his way back inside her again. He was being so gentle now, such a contrast from the exciting way he’d used his fangs to arouse her earlier. He was like that, one minute almost rough, the next so gentle it made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world.
But she didn’t need gentle now. Didn’t want it. “Harder,” she demanded, and he gave it to her.
He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, leaving her wide open to his thrusts. Bracing both hands beside her head, he plunged in and out, hammering her pussy. And she loved it.
Papers crinkled as her body slid across the top of the desk and she grasped his forearms to keep from sliding off. Damek’s cock powered into her with short, hard strokes. His eyes were glowing red and she knew hers were too. She arched her neck, wanting him to bite her, needing to bite him in return. The exchange of blood was almost as profound an act as making love. When the two were combined, Sonia didn’t think there was a more intimate act two people could share.
Damek leaned down and nuzzled her neck, the sharp edge of his fang teasing her skin before piercing it. The sensual caress was like a punch to the heart. She loved it when he drank from her. Primal instincts had her grasping his neck and lifting so she could sink her teeth into him.
He groaned when her fangs punched through his flesh. Moaned when she began to suck, drawing his blood into her mouth and swallowing. The life-giving fluid flowed down her throat, sweet and oh so good. Her body absorbed it, sending it to every cell. Heat followed, comforting and exciting at the same time.
Needing blood to survive no longer felt foreign to her. It simply was what it was, normal for a vampire. She didn’t think she’d feel quite the same if she were drinking from anyone but Damek. She’d probably starve if she were forced to take blood from a stranger. No, if she couldn’t have Damek, it was bagged blood for her. It was nowhere near as potent as her husband’s blood, but it did the job and kept the bloodlust contained.
The sensual pull of his mouth at her neck, combined with the continuous plunge of his driving cock, sent her over the edge again. Sonia came hard and fast, crying out as a molten volcano of love and longing erupted within her, sending fire streaking to every part of her.
Blood leaked out the corner of her mouth and she quickly lapped at his neck to close the wound. “I love you,” she cried, needing to give him the words he couldn’t give her.
Damek continued to thrust and drink, sending her into another spasm of sexual delight. Her orgasm seemed endless. Or maybe she had several. It was hard to say. He played her body like it was a piano and he a master of the keys. He arched against her and flooded her with his essence, which sent her spinning off yet again.