Page 59 of Midnight Whispers
“I can wash my own body.” She giggles, taking the cloth from me and washing herself. After she lets the water run over her skin once more and all the suds are off her skin, I can’t help myself but to kiss her shoulder.
It was gentle, intimate.
She turns and wraps her arms around my neck. Her eyes search mine, darting back and forth before slowly setting their sights on my mouth.
“I missed you.”
“And I you.” I whisper and playfully kiss the tip of her nose.
“Kiss me.” She demands.
I run my hand up her spine and wrap it around her neck, pulling her closer to me. Our mouths hover just inches away from one another for a moment before she collides her mouth against mine, her tongue coaxing my lips to open. As soon as I part them, her tongue searches for mine. She breaks our kiss apart.
“Please,” she begs. “I need you.”
“Lillia…”
“I promise I’m not hurting anymore.”
Anymore.
She moves to her knees, kneeling before my hard cock, and wraps her hand around my shaft. Her tongue glides over and around the tip before she inches me into her mouth.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan. She looks up at me and maintains eye contact as she takes me deeper into her mouth. Her pace quickens, sending a radiating vibration up my spine. “If you keep going, I’ll come.” Tears stream down her face as she gags, but she is relentless. Her hand glides up my thigh, gripping onto it for support as she continues. Warmth washes over my lower stomach as my release builds. The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, and I finish, my come sliding down her throat. She pulls back and wipes the corner of her mouth with the bad of her thumb, wearing a wicked smile. “I’m not done with you, my love.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Never with me,” placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, I lean across her shoulder and turn off the water to the shower. In a swift movement, I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder, smacking her ass as I carry her through the thresholds and into my room. She releases a quiet moan.
Oh, my girl likes to be spanked.
Her body bounces as it hits the bed, she props herself up onto her elbows. I place a kiss on her calf and make my way up toward her thigh, the small scar of our first experience a reminder that I’ve claimed her.
She’smine.
The memory makes my dick hard.
I run the tip of my tongue over the inside of her thigh, savoring the sweet taste. My teeth elongate and I tease her slightly, her hips buck in desperation with each nibble I place along her sensitive skin. My venom burns the back of my throat as the scent of her arousal fills the air around us. I slowly run my hand up the inside of the opposite leg, taunting her before I slide two fingers into her pussy.
“Mmm.You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Bite me.Please.”
“Ilove it when you beg.”
I push my fangs through her skin, stopping just after the first hint of blood hits my tongue. My fingers pump into her, the combination of my venom has her drippingfor me. Her blood pools on my tongue and I can feel the frenzy building within my chest.
“Finn.”She moans and I can feel the walls of her pussy clench around my fingers, her release is close.
My vision begins to blacken.
The room around me is disappearing.
Every sound is becoming distant.
All I can think of is the taste of her blood, the tang as it coats my tongue and the warmth as it slides down my throat.
Find the strength to fight it.