Noah let out a feral growl and leaned over to attack my mouth with a passionate and brutal kiss. I laced my fingers through his hair and gave him everything I had in me, because if you were going to tango with Noah Crawford, you’d better bring your A-game. He didn’t even bother to shove his pants over his hips before he lined up with my entrance and pushed in slowly.
He broke the kiss abruptly and hissed. “Jesus, kitten. You’re so damn tight.”
The Cooch squealed in delight when she was finally reunited with the Wonder Peen. I could almost see the two star-crossed lovers as they ran across a field of daisies to finally be in each other’s arms. He whispered his apologies; she forgave him of all his transgressions.
It was disturbing, but very gratifying.
Once he was completely sheathed inside—and trust me, it was no easy feat—he hooked his arms under my knees and pushed until I was spread as wide as I could go.
“Oh, Noah,” I gasped, still playing his name game. “Yes … yes …”
He pushed forward so that his hands were gripping the ends of the armrests for further support. His forearms held my legs in place as he bent at the elbows and leaned into me.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now, Delaine,” he warned with his lips hovering over mine. His breaths were my breaths and I tilted my chin to kiss him, but he pulled out of reach. He let his lips ghost over mine as he finished torturing me. “If I hurt you, tell me, and I might stop.”
“Bring it on,” I said with narrowed eyes, then leaned my head forward and bit his bottom lip.
Noah growled and smashed his lips against mine. I could taste a slight hint of blood, and I knew it was his. It drove me insane with want, so I sucked on his lip, provoking him further. He pulled out of me quickly and then pushed back in a little slower, but it was enough to draw my attention away from his lip. I dropped my head back and arched as he withdrew again and pushed back in harder.
When I looked back at him, I could see the cut and trickle of blood on his mouth. I licked my bottom lip, wanting to taste him again. It was sick, I know, but if you’d ever tasted Noah Crawford, you’d understand why I was jonesing for more.
“I’m supposed to be the vampire, Delaine. Not you,” he reminded me with the increased speed and intensity of his thrusts.
I reached for him and managed to get hold of his hair before he could pull away and deny me what I wanted. I pulled and tugged on his thick locks until he finally submitted and let me force a kiss on him again. I went straight for the blood that was pooling on his lip and scooped it up with the tip of my tongue. Without breaking stride in his thrusts, Noah captured my tongue with his before I could bring it back into my mouth to taste him. We fought for dominance over the kiss and the blood, and it was so goddamned, er, Noah-damned erotic that I nearly came right then.
He broke the kiss and looked down at the place where we were joined, and I followed his lead. His jeans were just barely hanging on to the top of his thighs. That coil in the pit of my stomach kept winding tighter and tighter with the image of his cock slamming in and out of me. But, damn it, he was moving so fast and I wanted the sensation to never end. As if reading my mind, he slowed down so that we could both see better. I watched him lick his lips as a bead of sweat trickled down the slope of his nose and dropped onto my abdomen.
“That’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” he asked as he watched me. I looked back down between my legs and was immediately entranced by the sight. “My thick cock fucking your beautiful, wet, tight pussy. I’m going to come all over that pretty little kitty of yours, Delaine.”
He drew in a long breath and then started pumping his hips faster and faster. It wasn’t exactly vamp speed, but it was pretty damn close. Yes, I felt some discomfort, but no, I didn’t care about it at all.
He gave me one of those sexy crooked smiles and then lunged forward with his teeth bared. I felt them graze across the flesh covering the artery in my neck, and then he sucked hard. The illusion that he’d created, a vampire tasting his mistress in the throes of passion, made me feel like I’d been picked up and slammed into an ocean of orgasmic bliss. It hit me so hard that I couldn’t make a sound; I don’t even think I was breathing. My mouth dropped open, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my back arched, and I dug my nails into the skin of Noah’s back to hold him to me.
He slowed his movements and did that unbelievable thing where he rolled his hips with each thrust, causing a delicious friction on my clit. The whole while, he moaned into my neck, and the vibrations from it shot straight to my core. I was sure my body was convulsing at that point, but he kept going. He finally released the skin on my neck and looked down on me with a devilish grin.
“My turn.” He pumped his hips feverishly. Each inward thrust made a smacking sound as skin met skin. I was acutely aware that his efforts were actually moving me back up in the seat, but it didn’t matter. I felt my walls clamp around him again as I was tossed on another wave in that ocean of orgasms.
“Goddamnit,” Noah muttered. And then he dropped my left leg and pulled his cock out of me just before his semen shot out in spurts. It was hot and thick against the smooth skin of my pussy, and I watched in rapt fascination as he slid his hand back and forth over his length. His chest heaved and his head fell back while a low moan reverberated through his chest.
I wanted to fuck him again, just so that I could see the replay.
When he’d emptied all of his seed, his head fell forward and he looked me in the eye. His pectoral muscles flexed as he inhaled deeply to settle his breathing. He blew out the air in a quick gush and then tilted his head to the side before he leaned forward and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.