Chapter 38
With the side of his face pressed to the bed, Ji-Su looked back over his shoulder at his vampire lover.
A muscle jumped in Raul’s clenched jaw and his eyes glowed like molten gold.
A sheen of sweat covered his body and his muscles flexed as he fucked Ji-Su harder than he’d ever been fucked before.
Each thrust in shook him as if he was in an earthquake, and his cock reached so deep he swore he could feel it in his stomach.
He loved it, loved that he belonged to such a powerful and passionate vampire.
But something in his brain reminded him that Raul was a predator.
When Raul pulled out of him, a base level survival instinct kicked in and before he realized what he was doing, he tried to escape.
He didn’t really want to get away, not when Raul was making him feel this good, but he was unable to stop himself from scrambling across the mattress on his hands and knees.
“Ah-ah. Where do you think you’re going?”
Quick as a snake, Raul caught him by his ankle and dragged him back across the bed. He kept pulling until Ji-Su was trapped underneath him.
“Sssh, sweetheart,” Raul soothed him as he flipped him over onto his back. “You can take it for a little longer. Can’t you?”
Ji-Su looked up into Raul’s glowing eyes. Yes. He could take more. He wanted to take more. He relaxed completely, going limp in Raul’s hold. “I can,” he said with a nod.
Raul smiled, slow and lazy. “Good boy,” he said before he kissed him.
While Ji-Su was distracted by the kiss, Raul grabbed him by the backs of his thighs and hiked his legs up until his knees were nearly touching his ears.
Ji-Su huffed out a surprised breath when Raul wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug, trapping his arms against his sides.
When he was balled up beneath Raul, unable to move an inch, Raul pushed his cock back inside him.
Ji-Su’s eyes drifted closed and he loudly moaned at the stretch.
He went quiet to listen as Raul whispered a sensual threat in his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you until you cry. Then I’ll wipe away your tears and fuck you some more.”
Ji-Su shivered in reaction but he didn’t tap or say red.
Within seconds Raul was again pounding into him fast and hard.
Ji-Su was in heaven. It made no sense but being held captive in Raul’s tight embrace while he fucked him so roughly, made him feel cherished and protected.
He felt used in the best way, his body giving Raul pleasure and receiving so much of it in return.
That pleasure built and built within him, filling him up with tingling sensation, while Raul’s torso rubbing against his cock gave him that final touch he needed to go off.
“Raul...” Ji-Su gasped his lover’s name.
“Talk to me sweetheart,” Raul got out over his heavy, rushed breathing.
“I think... I’m about to...”
Raul nudged his head to the side so he could get to his neck.
Still furiously thrusting, he sank his fangs into Ji-Su’s throat and for the first time that night, he released his pleasure venom.
Ji-Su screamed out his climax the moment it hit his blood stream.
Toes curling, limbs futilely twitching, his cock pulsed as he spilled his release onto his belly.
The fact that he couldn’t move made the climax even more intense.
All he could do was close his eyes and take it as the orgasm crashed through his body.
Raul slowed his thrusts. Unwrapping his arms from around Ji-Su, he planted both hands on the mattress to push himself up and look down at him. Overwhelmed by the power of his release, Ji-Su simply lay there and stared back with his entire body shaking and tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
“Sweet thing,” Raul cooed as he wiped away Ji-Su’s tears. “I felt every moment of that orgasm.”
Even though Raul hadn’t come yet, Ji-Su was too sensitive to keep going.
But then Raul leaned down and kissed him.
He tasted something coppery when Raul slid his tongue into his mouth, and realized Raul had bitten his own tongue.
In an instant, Raul’s blood in his mouth rejuvenated him.
His cock stiffened even though he was still trembling with his release and his flagging energy perked back up.
He reached up and held on to Raul’s face with both hands as they kissed, sucking his tongue, desperately seeking another taste of his blood.
Raul ended the kiss. “Almost there, sweetheart. I’m going to come inside you and you’ll take every drop.”
It wasn’t a question, but Ji-Su nodded anyway. Raul’s gaze locked on his as he resumed his quick pace. Ji-Su was unable to look away, not even when he began saying filthy things that made Ji-Su blush.
“You’re doing good taking me so deep,” he said as he slammed in hard.
Now that he was no longer tethered in place by Raul’s hold, the force of his thrusts pushed Ji-Su up the mattress. He grabbed on to Raul’s forearms to keep from being rammed into the headboard.
“Whose hole is this?”
“Yours,” Ji-Su breathed out his answer.
“And who do you belong to?”
Ji-Su blinked back sudden and unexpected tears. The tears weren’t from pain, but from the overwhelming emotional and physical pleasure all tangled up within him. “You,” he got out past the tightness in his throat.
“That’s right. This perfect hole is mine.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “You’re mine.”
Ji-Su nodded in agreement. “Raul I...” He trailed off, unsure what he was about to say.
Raul’s face softened.
“I know, carino. I know.”
He leaned down for a kiss at the same time he gripped Ji-Su’s cock and started to stroke.
Ji-Su sobbed into their kiss. It should have been too soon for a second release, but thanks to Raul’s blood, he was pushed into it. Not as powerful as the first, but still satisfying. Raul groaned when Ji-Su clenched down on his cock as he came again.
“Can’t hold back anymore, baby. You’re so hot and tight, you’re making me come.”
The sound of Ji-Su’s soft sobs were drowned out by the furious slap of skin meeting skin as somehow, Raul fucked him even faster.
“Take my cum,” he said in a harsh whisper against Ji-Su’s lips, each word emphasized with a deep thrust.
“Yes!” Ji-Su cried out as he arched his back, nails scratching down Raul’s forearms. “Give it to me.”
Raul slammed into him one last time and then he was coming, his cock pulsing deep inside Ji-Su and filling him up with a hot rush of cum.
“Fuck,” Raul cursed on a long drawn-out groan, his entire body shuddering with the power of his release. Their climax went on for what seemed like endless heartbeats and they shared kisses and gentle murmurs of affection until it was over.
Finally, Raul collapsed on top of Ji-Su, pinning him to the bed with his weight. But Ji-Su didn’t mind. He found himself soothing Raul, stroking his sweat slick back and quietly praising him for the work he did. “That was amazing. You’re so strong and you made me feel so good.”
Raul lay there a little longer and let Ji-Su continue to pet and praise him. Just before his weight began to be too much, he pulled out and rearranged them to lay on their sides facing each other.
“Thank you for trusting me tonight,” he said as he gently brushed Ji-Su’s hair back from his face. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Ji-Su was wrung out with exhaustion and sore in all his intimate places, but still he smiled with happiness. “Thank you for trusting me to know what I want and what I can handle.”
RAUL LAY WITH HIS FINGERS entwined with Ji-Su’s. They were both too tired to move, so they lingered in bed with no intention of getting up any time soon.
“You’re gorgeous like this.”
Ji-Su scrunched up his nose. “No way,” he denied. “I’m all red and sweaty.”
Raul shook his head. “You’re glowing and flushed and perfect. I keep a mental picture of you like this.”
“It doesn’t have to be a mental picture.”
“What do you mean?”
“Take a picture with your phone.”
Raul raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’d allow that?”
“Sure,” Ji-Su said with a shrug. “I trust you not to let anyone else see it.”
Not about to let this opportunity pass, Raul grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
Opening the camera app, he started taking pictures of Ji-Su’s face.
With each snap of the camera, he captured Ji-Su’s shy smile, the glow in his cheeks, and the satisfaction sparkling in his dark eyes.
Then he pulled back to get Ji-Su’s perfect, slender body.
The navy sheet draped over his hip, covering him from the waist down, was a lovely contrast to his golden skin.
“Can I pull this down a little bit?” Raul quietly asked.
“Go ahead,” Ji-Su answered just as quietly.
Raul tugged the sheet down enough to bare the space beneath Ji-Su’s navel, stopping as his strawberry shaped birthmark and the base of his cock came into view.
He took several pictures, some up close where the black curls of his pubic hair were plainly visible, some zoomed out so that he shot Ji-Su from head to toe.
He snapped a final pic with his hand in the frame, possessively curved over Ji-Su’s waist.
“Can I see?”
“Of course.” Raul handed him the phone.
“They’re nice,” Ji-Su said as he swiped through the photos.
“They’re beautiful,” Raul countered.
“I think you missed your calling as a boudoir photographer,” Ji-Su teased.
Raul laughed at that. “It’s not the photographer that makes these pictures beautiful. It’s the subject.”
“If you say it is must be true,” Ji-Su said, ducking his head with a bashful smile on his lips.
“It is. Like I said, you’re gorgeous. Thank you for letting me capture you this way.” Taking the phone back, he created a password protected folder and locked the photos inside it. No one else would ever see them but he would cherish them forever.