Page 47 of Summer's Seduction

Her thighs were slick with need, the sight alone almost causing me to lose control and fuck her right then.

“This is where I want you, Morpheus.” Her voice had taken on a sultry edge as her fingers trailed down her body, sliding between the wetness of her pussy before dipping inside. “I want to feel you stretch me.” A second finger joined the first. I watched as she fucked herself, finding the perfect rhythm that had her body trembling in moments. “I need to be broken and remade by you.” Her other hand drifted up, squeezing her nipple as I gripped my cock, timing my strokes to hers.

Her thumb reached up, circling her clit, her fingers glistening as she threw her head back.

“Fuck,” I breathed, flitting across the clearing and dropping to my knees. I drew her hand away, her strangled protests dying in the next moment as my tongue licked up her center.

Her fingers dug into my hair, pressing my face deeper. I groaned as her slickness coated my face. My nose was buried in her soft curls as her hips undulated, grinding her slit against me as I heeded her command, swirling and sucking until her thighs trembled and her back arched. She was close. So close.

“Scream for me, little monster.”

My fangs sank into the flesh around her clit, the bite shallow but potent with the pleasure it would cause. Larkspur gasped, her back bowing as she came, her hand holding me to her pussy. My tongue swirled as my fangs drank, pumping ecstasy into her veins with each pull.

“Fuck, Morpheus,” she panted as pulse after pulse of rapture washed through her. I tasted how her climax sweetened her blood, how her body was coming down from the high and already eager for more.

I withdrew my fangs, my tongue lapping at the mess until the pricks were healed and her clit was swollen, until she was writhing beneath me, begging for another release.

Gripping the inside of her thighs, I pressed her legs wide, drinking in the sight of her. “Such a messy girl.”

She whimpered, nipples hard as she panted with need. I notched the head of my cock at her entrance, just as desperate for her as she was for me. I’d fucked hundreds of times, flitting through partners like turning the pages of a book. There was always another one. Forever someone else to discover, but Larkspur was different.

Shewaseverything. She was kind in a realm of cruelty. The one being that had tasted my blood and seen—truly seen—me. And still, she stayed. Somehow, this incredible goddess before me had transversed the wickedness of my mind, the cowardice of my past, and had decided to share her body with me anyway.

For the first time in my long life, I sent a prayer to the fates that I might be worthy of her heart.

“You’re mine now, Larkspur.” The words were a growl as I thrust into her, a gasp tearing from her throat as I stretched her tight pussy. Her slickness welcomed me in as I moved, her small cries shifting into deep moans as her body adjusted to my length.

Her hands gripped the sheets, hanging on as I fucked her hard, using my little monster just like she wanted me to. I lifted her ankle, positioning one and then the other over my shoulder as I took her deeper, pounding into her like I could brand her bones with my soul.

I leaned down as her needy sounds grew frenzied, my tongue lashing out over the jumping pulse in her neck a moment before my fangs tore flesh.

She came hard, her whimpers of pain and pleasure swirling together. My balls seized as my own orgasm followed hers. Irocked in her, each thrust pumping more of my come into that sweet pussy of hers, filling her up with my scent.

Mine.

Our bodies slowed, our souls drifting back down as our chests heaved. I rolled to the side, my cock still buried in her flesh as I turned us.

Larkspur gave a startled little gasp, the sound throaty and coated in the aftereffects of her climax. She settled her thighs on either side of me, resting her head on my chest.

“That was delicious,” she breathed sleepily, her eyes closed.

I brushed away damp strands of her hair, a deep chuckle rumbling in my chest. “It was definitely a start.”

She lifted her head, brows raised as she looked up from my chest. “Start?”

My wicked grin met hers, my cock already hardening in the heat of her pussy. “You asked me to show you what it meant to be used.”

Larkspur pressed up on her hands, her thighs straddling me as I started to move within her.

“Now, I want to show you what it means to be worshiped.”

That familiar flush crept up her skin, nipples pebbling as our pace increased. My hands braced her ass, lifting and dropping her on my hardening cock in a slow, rhythmic motion that had her back arching. A trickle of blood rolled down from the bite in her neck, coating her breast in a trail of red.

I sat up, licking the scarlet drop as our bodies rocked, before bringing my lips to hers. It was soft and slow, the tenderness of it reverberating through this moment as our breaths synced.

“I want to show you what it means to be loved.”

LARKSPUR