Page 67 of Thorn Evermore
I suck him into my mouth and he cries out my name, humping his hips to get more of his cock down my throat. He’s nearly delirious with pleasure now as he mumbles my name and tosses his head back and forth. I swallow around him, massaging his balls before moving to the inside of his thigh and taking a bite.
“Oh. My. God.” Kyson bucks wildly. “Thorn.”
I’m too far gone, drunk on the blood of my fated mate, lost to reality. His essence fills my mouth and I gulp him down, uniting us in a way I never expected.
“Fuck me, Thorn. Fuck me, please.”
His pleas pull me out of my hazy feeding. I push his legs up, immediately latching onto the prettiest of holes. He’s pink and clenching, desperate for something much bigger than my tongue, but this is necessary.
I spread his cheeks, burying my face and digging my tongue inside him. He’s reduced to moans and whimpers now as he grinds into my mouth as best he can. I add fingers, one at a time, loosening him up until I’m sure I’ll fit comfortably. My cock throbs with need, and my gums tingle for more of his addictive blood.
Kyson’s face is a mask of lust and pleasure and beauty. If Icould, I’d beg Raphael to come and paint him now so I can capture this moment.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?” I ask with three fingers buried inside him.
He nods, his brow creased, lips swollen and pink.
“Ask for it, love.”
“Please give me your cock, Thorn. Please.”
“Mmm, such a good boy. Such a perfect lover.”
He whimpers, nearly on the brink of tears. “I am.”
I tilt my head. “You are what?”
“Perfect. I have to be.”
“Ah, you see what I see now. Oh, my love, what a beautiful moment. You know, as I do, how gorgeous you are and how suited we are to each other.”
He nods. “Yes.”
“Tell me again. Say ‘I’m beautiful. I’m perfect.’”
His breath rattles and a tear slides down his cheek, but he says it. “I’m beautiful. I’m perfect.”
“Oh yes, you are.”
I pull my fingers out and immediately push into him, bottoming out in one stroke as his body clenches around me.
“Oh fuck yes,” he cries. “Yes, Thorn. Oh god. So much.”
“But you can handle me. You can take all of me.”
He nods. “I can. I was made for you, right?”
Smiling, I nod. “That’s right, sweetheart.”
My chest swells with emotion I thought long dead, and as I gaze down at the man beneath me, a feeling of peace settles over me. I found my fated mate. The feeling spreads through me, evolving, shifting into something more desperate. Hungry.
I slide my arm under his back and lift him up so he’s straddling my lap. Kyson wraps his arms around my neck, grinding himself on me. His cock bounces between us, leaking and begging for attention. As soon as I wrap my hand around him, he throws his head back, still holding on to me as he rides me.
I don’t want this to end, so I release his cock and move us off the bed, standing and fucking him upright. His eyes go wide as he bites into his bottom lip, nodding in encouragement.
“Fuck, babe, your hole is paradise,” I grit out. “Perfect. So perfect.”
“Bite me again. P-please.”