Page 49 of A Seed Of Peril
“Kill.”
One word. One simple instruction.
I raised my brows. “All of them?”
“Every. Single. One of them.” He squeezed his eyes shut, pulling his lip into his mouth, his breath hitched.
He rocked his hips and fucked my hands, eliciting a squeal from my throat when he suddenly stopped and reached out, grabbed my ass and forced me forward, making me let go of his cock and lean into his chest again for support and balance.
He shook his head, growling out, “No.” He then lifted me and lined up his cock with my entrance, impaling me. The way I stretched around his cock, it was kind of painful, sinfully good pleasure I would’ve paid for with my soul if there was a way to capture that sensation in a bottle to bathe in forever.
We as humans never knew when our time in this universe was up. I relished in Dominic’s touch, taste, scent, and affections every waking chance I got.
The fire hissed, just as Dominic did after I sat up on my legs once more, the new angle driving his cock in deeper. Gripping his wrists, my head fell back on my shoulders. We found our rhythm, our shadows dancing together with us.
“Dominic,” I moaned breathily.
“Lilith,” he ground out, his tone painting an image of an animal in the wild shielding itself in the thicket, anxious to sink its teeth in its taunting meal.
Maybe he would’ve sunk his teeth into me. With a lot of the vampires nowadays, it was part of mating. Biting the flesh of their lover, almost always in the throes of an orgasm, brought them closer with their mate, the taste of their blood like an aphrodisiac. I secretly yearned for such a moment during sex, but I was too afraid of the risk of him accidentally releasing venom in the height of his pleasure. He didn’t want to chance that either. Still, I dreamed of a day where we would set aside our reservations and just do it.
“Touch yourself,” Dominic ordered.
I wasn’t yet the most comfortable getting myself off in front of Dominic, but I happily obliged. In this moment, it was right, and as I rubbed my clit, all my worries and anxiety melted away. I wanted to get one hundred percent past my shyness masturbating for the man I loved. I closed my eyes and found my own satisfying rhythm amongst the rhythm we shared.
A low, sultry growl rumbled in his chest. “That’s it,Bellissima.”
His thrusts became faster. Hungrier. His grunts and groans told me he, like me, was waltzing toward that dangerously delicious point of nirvana.
My head fell back even more, my mouth slightly open. Recognizable warmth enveloped me. My stiff nipples ached against my cotton bra, the material making them sensitive. The head of Dominic’s cock kept repeatedly sweeping against my sweet spot in the perfect way. I arched my back some, breathing the words, “Amore mio.” My nails dug into his skin as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. The warmth overtaking me was climbing, as was this feeling of floating on a cloud. I rubbed my clit faster. Pressed harder. Moaned louder.
My hips moved faster, like I was shifting into some weird, feral, starved being. He drove into me unforgivingly, holding me almost painfully tighter. Our skin slapped together, our bodies slick with sweat and our arousal.
Dominic murmured words in Italian. It could’ve been sweet Italian nothings for all I knew. Whatever he was saying, it soared me into the throes of release. I fucked myself as fast as I physically could, riding Dominic wildly.
Moans.
Groans.
All pushing their peaks.
“Fuck,” Dominic rasped. “I’m close.”
I writhed. I cried out. Arching further, stars danced across my vision, and a scream tore from my throat as I tensed, my inner walls squeezing around Dominic’s cock in a chokehold.
He drove into me again.
Again.
One final drive into me and Dominic unraveled underneath me, grunting, filling me with his own explosive release.
I slowly straightened, both of our breaths labored. Red bursting brightly in his eyes and his fangs showing, Dominic pulled himself out of his own moment of bliss and looked at me lazily. He rubbed his hands up and down my sides, trailing one hand around and in between us, collecting our mix of juices on his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them.
“Così delizioso.”
“Yeah, I don’t remember what that one means.”
Dominic burst into laughter, and it was the perfect musical crescendo for such a moment. He gingerly lifted me off him and eased me down so part of me laid on the blanket and the rest of me against him. He grabbed hold of my butt cheek and playfully squeezed.