Page 28 of Crimson Shifter
Her entire body trembled around me as she came, her flavor bursting on my tongue as I swallowed her down, only to shift my head slightly to the right and sink my fangs into her soft inner thigh, making her moan louder as I sucked her orgasm-tinted blood into my mouth.
“You're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted,” I growled as I licked the wounds closed. I stood up, lifting her with me.
She immediately locked her ankles around my back, claiming my mouth as I lined up my hard cock with her slick center. I caught her gaze for just a moment before lowering her inch by inch, needing to see every single one of her facial expressions as I seated her to the hilt on me.
She was exquisite, every emotion playing out on her face.
Submission and pleasure and need and hunger. All of which were likely mimicked in mine.
I walked her toward the stone cave wall, using it as leverage to pull myself out and slam home again.
“Gods,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me. “Do that again.”
I obliged her. Increasing my pace over and over again, pounding into her with every instinct that barreled inside my body.
Claim. Fuck. Bike.Mine.
I ignored the last one, trying my best not to feel territorial even though I’d murdered a vampire for touching her the wrong way. Fuck, who was I kidding? I would do it again. No one could touch her. No one butme.
I pounded into her harder, doing my best to submit myself to sensation instead of thought.
She felt hot and slick all around me, her skin like silk against my body, the taste of her in my mouth, her tongue dancing against mine…it was everything.
And just as I felt myself careening toward release, she jerked her mouth away from mine and moved us with such speed I barely even registered that she’d put me on my back and was now riding me on the cave floor.
I looked up at her, in awe of how radiant she was riding my cock. I groaned at the sensation of it. There was no hesitance in her, no shyness. She knew what she liked, what she wanted, and she took it from me, but was giving everything back in return.
I growled, my fangs aching with every roll of her hips, every time she lifted herself completely off of me simply to slam home again.
She was everything.
And I never wanted her to fucking stop.
“Fuck me,” I growled, all my senses firing and heightening at the same time.
“Isn't that what I'm doing?” she snapped back, bracing her palms on my chest as she rode me harder, the most mischievous little smirk shaking her lips.
She increased her pace, rolling and rocking her hips over me at a speed that I could only hold onto. She fluttered around me, her orgasm ramping up the harder she fucked me, and I sat up, bringing us chest to chest, my hand snaking around her back to help her move with more force.
She gasped, moaning every time we crashed together.
Our pleasure synched up in a crescendo that was reaching its crest, washing us away in it.
“Talon, I'm coming,” she moaned, and I moved her hair to the side, exposing the other side of her neck. “Talon, please,” she said, still moving against me.
I could feel my release building at the base of my spine, and I managed to sink my fangs into her neck at the same time I came, her moans of pleasure ripping through her before she bit me too.
We drank and rocked ourselves through the aftershocks before sealing the puncture wounds and finding each other's mouths again.
I held her to me, half afraid she might try to run away now that reality was just on the cusp of swallowing us again.
She leaned back from me just enough to look at my face, her eyes more open than I'd ever seen them before.
She smiled first, then I did, and then we were both laughing. I'm not sure at what, but I didn't give a fuck.
I slid my hands up and down her silken back, already feeling the need for her again. “Still don't like me?” I teased.
“Not even a little bit,” she said.