Page 49 of Liberty
I arched my neck into him as he worked my body, trying to tempt him. “Oh, no, we don’t want that punishment.”
He grunted as he forced me hard against the wall, letting go of my thighs so he could run his hands over my body as his tongue tasted my neck. Just the feel of it had me on edge. That, combined with being filled so completely I could hardly breathe, made my nerves dance on the edge of bliss.
“Do it,” I panted. “I want you to do it.”
I needed it. I needed to feel the paradise that came from a single bite more than I needed my next breath. His words vibrated against my skin. “I can’t do it.”
I reached a hand up, bracing myself on the tile behind my head to give my body leverage as I pushed back against him, grinding my body hard with his. My chest heaved as I tried to get the words out, taking a few tries before anything audible escaped me. “I-oh, god.” He really was a fucking god. “I- can handle –” I could barely speak and breathe at the same time. “Handle it.”
“Or, you could forget it,” he growled, his entire body slamming me so hard to prove his point that he didn’t want to risk that side effect.
“Then – then show – me again.” I couldn’t make it. My spine was already tingling, my orgasm right there but not entirely within reach. “And again.”
He bit down gently on the sensitive skin, not breaking it. “Liberty.”
“Please,” I whimpered, and I sounded pitiful even to my ears.
A snarl filled the bathroom, the sound echoing off the tile as Oak’s teeth sunk into my neck with a sharp jab of pain. The pain though brief, was intense, excruciating, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, my body flooded with pleasure. My fingers and toes tingled. Each time Oak’s cock pulled out, I screamed. Each push in had my hands clawing at his skin, and my voice nearly going raw.
With each pull from my neck, Oak’s body glowed, and his movements became erratic as he fought to control himself against my core, an insistent tightening. His teeth pulled away from my skin, and his tongue replaced them, lapping at the blood pooling on the surface. He sunk to his knees, and I took control, wildly using all the muscles in my thighs and legs to pull him in and out of my body. And when he took hold of my hips and pulled me down, crashing his body into me, he let out the most primal of roars.
The ropes of cum he jetted inside of me sent sparks of reigniting bliss through every cell in my body as he pushed me to the edge of pleasure, farther than I thought possible, giving me more than I ever knew. When my orgasm ebbed, I felt weak. Boneless. Floating on cloud nine with bands of heaving muscle wrapped tightly around me.
Oak looked nearly as rough as I did, his chest moving up and down rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. Did vampires breathe? I thought we should address that. He cleared his throat, pausing for a moment as he thought of what to say. “That was –”
“The best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I cut him off.
“Yeah. That.” He laid his head back on my shoulder, his long hair tickling my skin. “You remember?”
My hand came up, threading the soft strands within my fingers, twisting them in my fists as water rained down on us. “Every mind-blowing second of it.”