Page 25 of Deadly Cravings

So, so good.I’d attempted to shield my brain from the pleasure, from the craving. But with my body responding so quickly, I faced my reality. I wanted the fangs in me, I ached for the sting all over my body. That desire battled with the fear ingrained within my memories.

He sucked again and I forced myself harder against him, bunching my fingers in the front of his linen shirt. His mouth suctioned at my neck and his tongue laved near the entrance wounds.

His fingers delved under my dress, curving and searching. The waistband of my panties tightened.Rip. His claw, short enough they didn’t do much but add more sensation with theirrough edges, grazed the sensitive skin near my slit, and I whimpered. Then his cool fingers slipped over the bud. I gasped, arching toward the rolling sensation of his fingertip.

Asher lifted his head and I panted, staring into red eyes that seeped hunger. His other hand lifted off the surface near my head and he curved his claw into the collar of my outfit. With a quick jerk downward, he tore through my shirt and bra to expose my breasts. The dress gaped open, hanging off my shoulders, and I arched my back as his teeth sank into the skin near my pert nipple.

I screamed, tossing my head back as he sucked. The orgasm rippled through my body, cascading tremors down my spine as his fingers practically vibrated against my pussy. He was so fast. I shook, riding out the wave and twitching as he continued running over my wet folds. The sensitivity reached a painful level, but he didn’t relent. His fangs retracted from my skin, and I looked down at him hovering over the swell of my rapidly rising breasts. My eyes attached to his long incisors, blood dripped off them and splattered on my skin. He stared at his bite marks as if in a trance. Asher ran his tongue over his reddened lower lip and a shudder rolled through his frame.

It was the most erotic image I’d ever seen. His finger slipped down my wet core and delved inside my core. I gasped, my eyelashes fluttering from the onslaught of pleasure.

My sexual experiences consisted of when the Pale One raped me. After that, I held no desire for anything physical and I’d tried. Had this been because my brain had turned my desires into forbidden cravings?

I couldn’t delve into my messed up psychology because no part of my imagination or moments of touching myself compared to Asher’s fingers and fangs.

His tongue glided over his incisor and his hair fluttered over his shoulder as he lowered to lave the blood dripping frommy breast. His warm tongue smoothed across my skin and I whimpered as he cleaned it away, my body twitching with his swipes. He easily continued the pace of his fingers sheathed in my pussy.

Asher slowed the speed of his fingers, and shallowly dipped them in me, while his thumb smeared my wetness over my clit. He repeated the slow motion, and heat spread throughout my belly. His claws rasped my folds. Oh my fucking God. The level of pleasure should be criminal.

He suckled my nipple, heightening my need and then nibbled up to my neck and sank his teeth in again.

“Asher,” I gasped.

His cock nudged my bare leg, hips thrusting. I slipped my legs wider and tugged him tightly to me, so my thighs corralled his wide hips.

I arched my neck and slipped my fingers through his hair as he fed.

This. This sensation.Ache. Was what I’d been craving for too long. The foreign craving I’d tried to deny.

Heat swept over my skin, and I became short of breath. My legs tensed at his side, drawing up at the encroaching release. Asher’s arms wrapped around my back, fingers digging into my spine as he drew me as close to him as humanly possible. The position forced his covered cock to thrust over my aching pussy while his hands slid to my hips.

Desperation marred each touch and movement. I couldn’t get enough of him.

A whine swelled in my throat as I arched to rub myself against his thickness.

Even within his slacks, he felt huge. If he was freed, I couldn’t imagine his size.

Lust crashed through my senses and I whimpered, the heat at the apex of my thighs reaching levels it never had before. Iwas heavy and needy. The hollowness begged for something to fill me. It was wrong, but in this moment, I didn’t care it was a vampire helplessly thrusting between my legs.

His teeth retracted from my neck without sucking then he slammed them back into me, triggering my release. Heat flushed through my pussy, throbbing and achingly good. It spread through my core and expanded through every sense. My legs hooked around his hips and I ground against him.

He felt sinfully right in my arms. My pulse fluttered in my throat, beating like bird’s wings.

Asher groaned as he drank from my neck, and his furious thrusting lost rhythm as he stilled, whimpering into my throat as he sucked hard.

The tension leaked from his body and his panting chest matched mine. His teeth slipped from my neck and he lowered to his knees as I leaned against the bunched up clothing. A few strands of his long hair escaped the leather thong tying his hair back.

His forehead pressed into my belly, shoulders lifting in quick pants. I tugged at the strands of hair and he rolled his head to the side so his cheek rested against my thigh. The blond lashes languished across the crest of his cheeks before they fluttered open.

On the other side of coming, reality sank in. I stopped petting him and my grip turned limp.How could I?Warmth blazed on my face and traveled down my neck. I tried swallowing the knot at my throat. Shame nipped at my heels and I gritted my molars. Vampires were evil and here I was with one between my legs.

Asher stood, blue eyes not leaving mine. For once, they weren’t sparkling. He reached over my shoulder and I tensed, but he ignored my reaction, pulling out a fresh pair of sweats.

With jerking movements, he unbuttoned his slacks and tugged the zipper. The cock that sprung out was still hard andpointing in my direction. The tip of his dick glinted with slightly red cum that covered the barb piercings gracing his shaft. He tossed the slacks aside and slipped on the fresh pair. His dick’s outline was clear for me to see, and I pressed my legs together.

Did he have to put on gray sweats?

Flattening my lips, I tried to focus on something else so the low throbbing at my clit could disperse. Asher clasped my face and pressed his lips to my nose. I blinked into his eyes.