Chapter 18 #2
He works one finger into me, then two; pumping and stretching, testing and preparing.
I moan helplessly as his mouth leaves my clit, trailing heat down my inner thigh.
I suck in a sharp breath of anticipation, then his fangs pierce my flesh, the exquisite pain instantly blurring to pleasure.
I choke on a gasp as he drinks, and at the same time he adds a third finger, stretching me even wider.
He doesn’t stop. Not when my thighs tremble uncontrollably. Not when I’m sobbing his name, clinging to his shoulders as my body arches and spasms. My climax is violent and all-consuming, a full-body detonation that leaves me limp, shaking, boneless against the sheets.
He withdraws his fangs at last, tongue sweeping over the wound before he looks up. My blood lingers on his lips, eyes glinting as he grins like a devil.
“Look how easily you fall apart for me,” he rasps, palms smoothing up my trembling thighs as he rises to his knees. “Only for me.”
One hand moves to his cock, stroking languidly as his gaze locks on my pussy, chest rising and falling like a monster barely leashed. His eyes track every shudder of my body spread out beneath him, a predator drawing out the kill.
My fingers curl into the sheets as he moves over me, bracing for impact as he positions the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. He pushes in an inch at a time, gradually working himself deeper while I cry out, clutching at his biceps.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this, and never with anyone so big. The stretch feels impossible– too much, too intense. He’s only halfway in and it feels like he’s splitting me open.
“Wait,” I gasp, slapping my palms against his arms.
“You can take it, Taylor,” he groans as he pushes another inch into me. “Take all of it.”
Pain flares as he bottoms out with a brutal snap of his hips, and I’ve never felt so full. I gasp for air, head tipped back, while he just holds himself there to let me adjust to the sheer size of him. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, the sensation overwhelming.
Then he starts to move. Slowly at first, each thrust a shock to my system, dragging against every nerve ending. My hips move instinctively, greedy for more, until the pleasure swells bigger than the ache.
“Oh god,” I moan, voice breaking.
He leans down, mouth at my ear. “That’s not my name, Taylor,” he taunts.
“James!” I gasp.
He grins as he snaps his hips savagely, skin slapping against mine. “That’s it, darling,” he growls. “You’re taking me so well.”
I’ve fantasized about what it’d be like when he finally fucked me, but this… this shatters every expectation.
And yet even as he builds speed, I can feel him holding back. His grip is careful, his thrusts controlled, as if he’s afraid he might break me.
I won’t break.
I want it all.
“More,” I gasp, my nails digging crescents into his shoulders. “Don’t hold back.”
He pauses for a second, looking down at me with something dark and unreadable in his gaze.
Then he abruptly pulls out and flips me over with inhuman strength and speed, dragging me to the edge of the bed until my toes barely graze the floor.
He bends me over, his hands suddenly everywhere– dragging my hips back, smoothing over the curve of my spine, pushing my face into the comforter.
He slams into me from behind, so much harder and faster than before.
The pain is sharp, the pleasure sharper, and soon it all blurs into a single, intoxicating burn.
I scream, begging him for more, not even caring how shameless I sound.
He fucks me like he means it, like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else, and dammit, that’s exactly what he’s doing.
Nothing else will ever compare to this. To him.
I’m being fucked by a vampire king, and I love it.
I’m gasping, trembling beneath him, thighs quivering as he pounds into me. His hands grip my hips, leaving bruises of ownership, every thrust driving deep into my core.
“That’s it, my little mortal,” James grits out, voice low and rough. “I thought your blood was divine, but this cunt is even sweeter. And it’s all mine, isn’t it?”
I bite down on the comforter in a vain effort to keep from screaming, but the sound tears out anyway, leaving my throat raw. Every nerve in my body is alight, every inch of me humming with heat and pressure and dizzying need.
“You’re mine, and you won’t come until I tell you to,” he murmurs as he stills his movements, the weight of him draping over my back.
He fists my hair, turning my head to the side until our gazes lock.
“You’re going to hold yourself right on the edge as that sweet cunt squeezes my cock, waiting for my command to let go. ”
I arch into him, legs trembling as my body starts to unravel despite his directive. He starts thrusting again, each one driving me closer to the edge of bliss. I’m seeing stars, my mind swimming, breath coming in ragged, shallow bursts.
“James… please…” I beg, voice hoarse and words barely coherent.
“Say it,” he commands with another fierce snap of his hips. “Say you’re mine, Taylor. Mine and only mine while I fuck you.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words dissolving into a moan as he slams into me again. “Only yours…”
“Good girl,” he growls, hand tightening in my hair as he rocks back, pulling me with him. “Look at you, dripping for me, shaking, begging… you love it, don’t you? You love taking my cock, feeling every inch of my claim inside you.”
His arm bands around my waist to hold me up as he pistons his hips, the new angle making me see fireworks. His thrusts are punishing and precise, unraveling me even further.
“James!” I choke out, back arching, body vibrating with tension as I struggle not to come completely undone.
He smirks against the nape of my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “That’s it. Scream my name until you forget your own.”
The weight of him, the relentless, perfect friction of him buried inside me, the way he speaks as if he owns my very soul– it’s too much. My vision blurs, sweat slicking my body, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room like thunder. I’m dizzy, lost in the sensation, every thought gone except the need for release.
“Now,” he commands. “Come for me, little mortal. Show me how much you love being fucked by a vampire.”
The tension in my belly snaps, body shuddering violently as pleasure crashes through me. Fangs pierce my neck as James bites down, my muscles convulsing as he drinks from me in greedy gulps while thrusting harder, deeper, until his hips stutter and he joins me in the throes of climax.
The combined intensity, the mix of pain, pleasure, and release, is otherworldly.
It feels like I’m falling apart, spiraling into oblivion.
I’m screaming, my entire body wrung out, completely lost to the moment.
Everything collapses into nothing, vision darkening around the edges while I gasp for air.
When I come back into myself, he’s draped over me, chest heaving against my back. “You did so well, mea dulcis,” he murmurs, tongue sweeping along the side of my neck.
I can’t speak. I can only shiver beneath him, heart racing, utterly spent.
Utterly his.