Page 41 of Crimson Shifter
“Yes,” she admitted with hesitance, her head falling back against my chest.
I dipped down, capturing her earlobe between my fangs gentle enough not to break the skin. “Are you imagining what my cock might feel like, filling your ass?”
“Gods, Talon,” she sighed, moving her hips, rubbing herself over me. “Yes.”
I kissed down her neck, dragging my fangs over the delicate skin. “Tell me how badly you want it,” I demanded.
“I need it, Talon,” she said, an ache in her voice. “I need you. Now.”
Pure male pride filled my chest so much I flexed, continuing to swirl the head of my cock around her tight hole. “Tell me how sorry you are for insulting my heritage,” I whispered into her ear, sucking on her lobe.
“Gods,” she sighed. “Talon, please.”
I pulled away from my teasing, shifting her in the water so we barely touched. I was prepared to continue the torture in this game for as long as it took.
“You’re a cruel, vicious hunter,” she whimpered, reaching behind her with both hands in an attempt to grab me.
I secured her wrists in front of her, only needing one hand to do so. “Ah, ah,” I said. “Not until you apologize.”
Her smile was equal parts impressed and exhilarated, and the pleasure in her eyes made me wonder if any vampire had ever handled her properly before. Acid crackled through my veins at the thought of anyone other than me touching her.
“Gods, you’re infuriating,” she groaned.
I released her wrists, shoving my hand between her thighs to stroke her swollen clit. She moaned, arching into my touch as I traced the bundle of nerves with deliberately slow circles.
“I’m what?” I countered, my cock aching to the point of pain. I wanted her on a level that went beyond simple need. It was a primal, carnal necessity.
“You’re…” Her breath hitched as I lightly pinched her clit before quickly releasing it, bringing her to the edge but not shoving her over. “You’re…”
“Yes?” I kissed her neck again, thrusting my hips so my cock would slide through her heat, through that delicious seam in her ass.
She moved her hips in circles, and I allowed the move, my entire body responding to the way she moved over me, against me.
“You’re a Viking god,” she said as I played with her clit again. “An infuriatingly amazing and powerful Viking god. No hunter has ever been as strong or as sexy as you.”
“Good girl,” I said in my ancient language, pressing harder against her at the same time I thrust upward, sinking into her tight hole an inch.
“Talon!” she gasped, her body relaxing as I sank in another inch, then another, until I’d bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pumping into her slowly at first, one hand still on her hip, the other between her thighs. I slipped two fingers inside her heat as I pumped, and her arms flew up and around my neck, gripping me as she submitted herself to me completely.
I was in total control, and she was giving me the freedom to do whatever I wanted with her.
It made me ten times harder, and I propelled myself into her harder, faster, my cock and fingers in sync as I fucked her two different ways at the same time.
She arched her neck, turning her head so that her lips could reach mine. I closed the distance, never stopping with my pumping, losing myself in her as she captured my mouth with hers.
Her kiss was sharp and desperate and made a growl rumble in my chest. I slid my tongue against hers, pressing the heel of my palm into her clit as I curled my fingers and relentlessly pumped my cock into her ass.
“Talon,” she moaned against my mouth, her voice trembling with pleasure.
I swallowed her moans with my kiss, devouring her in every way possible. We were connected, every inch of our bodies clinging to each other as we rode the waves of pleasure that crashing together created.
Fuck, she felt so damn good. Every piece of me was filling her tight, supple body, and I never wanted it to stop.
I pumped into her, holding her tight against me as I relentlessly fucked her, my moves fueled by every whimper, every flutter of her pussy around my fingers.
“Come on my fingers,” I demanded.