Chapter 10 #3
My fingertips trace the lines of the muscles in his stomach as they reach down to wrap around his cock.
Our lips meet, his tongue making its way into my mouth.
The sweet taste of both of us mixes and becomes one in our kiss.
It’s hot, wet, and more passionate than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
Why does this feel so different? It’s nothing like the sex I’ve had before . . . And I’ve had a lot.
I moan the thought away as I jerk him faster.
I need to stop thinking, my brain must be shut down.
The damn guilt creeps up again, telling me that I shouldn’t imagine someone else doing this to me.
But he’s too sweet. I can’t help it. There’s only one person I want this kind of slow, sweet sex with, and it’s not Jacob. It’s Killien.
There’s a tear sliding down the side of my face. This is unacceptable. Ridiculous. I’m not giving in to this feeling. I’m not letting it control me. I need to stop thinking, and that only happens when I’m treated like the slut I am.
I wipe the tear away and wrap my arms around Jacob’s back to dig my nails into his skin as hard as I can. Burning hot blood stains my fingers, making Jacob groan loudly into my mouth and jerk his hips down against mine.
His scent reaches my nose and ignites yet another kind of fire in me: thirst. I bring my stained fingers close to my face, breaking the kiss to suck on them.
Jacob gives me an unhinged look as he struggles to catch his breath.
The blood burns beautifully on my tongue, sending a few subtle waves of pleasure through me.
It tastes so good that I moan and close my eyes involuntarily.
I want him to fuck me senseless, to wipe away every single thought from my mind.
I pull him down for another kiss, but this time I extend my fangs to bite my own tongue.
The sweet undertone of my blood explodes in my mouth and dances between us.
Jacob shudders on top of me, an animalistic groan climbing up his throat as he desperately licks as much of it as he can.
One of his hands holds my chin roughly to keep me in place; possessive and controlling, leaving me almost breathless.
His chest heaves against mine while his velvety tongue ravages my mouth.
We taste like rich, salty blood sprinkled with honey and maple syrup mixed together. An almost sickly sweet combination.
Jacob parts our kiss to extend his fangs right in front of my face. “You’re playing with fire . . .” he growls, his voice so deep it sounds completely unnatural.
I grin, showing off my own sharp set of fangs. “Blow my mind, come on. Show me what you can do, Jacob,” I whisper back, hoping that I can drive him feral enough to stop being gentle to me.
His eyes burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he stares at me for a brief second.
There is so much happening within me that I can barely process it all.
The intense lust, the thirst for blood, the raging guilt, and the burning desire to be loved by my one and only ginger angel.
I need the last two feelings gone before I crumble to pieces.
Jacob sits back and lifts my legs up, his strong arms holding me like I’m weightless.
I’m left hanging from his shoulders as he positions his cock against my opening.
My fingers dig into the soft black sheets beneath me as I take a deep breath, watching him.
Soft almost-black hair cascades towards his waist, his body looks like it was sculpted by the gods, and his eyes glow bright. So wild, so beautiful.
When did I get so lucky? It might be the first time that I feel so damn attracted to a partner. And I’ve fucked some pretty hot guys before. But Jacob is different; what we’re doing feels different.
He spits on his cock and then sinks into me.
Slowly, inch by inch, hissing in pleasure while his eyes remain locked on mine.
Such a beautiful sight, all of him. I arch my back and groan as he fills me up.
The burn of his skin against my insides is overwhelming, not at all like sex with a human.
Once he’s fully inside me, Jacob gives me a few seconds to adjust. His stare is so intense that I feel exposed, maybe even vulnerable.
And yet, I love every second of it; especially when he pulls all the way out, only to thrust into me again.
The roll of his hips is tantalizing and relentless.
He’s taking his time to open me up, lighting up every single nerve ending within me.
I drown in pleasure, moaning and throwing my head back each time he presses my most sensitive spot.
It feels too good, and I fear that he won’t be as rough as I need him to.
This slow and deep fucking brings up all the things I want to shove down.
But it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt.
“Make up your mind, honey.” Jacob chuckles, forcing my attention back to his face. “What do you want?”
Fuck. He’s perceptive, I’ll give him that.
“I want you to destroy me. Ruin me. Break me—” My voice trembles against my will.
Am I at the verge of collapsing? I’m caught up in a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts I can barely grasp. He hesitates for an instant, the evil, unhinged grin on his lips fading away.
No, don’t look at me like that. Don’t be gentle.
“Please—” I insist, forcing my panic to stay in the depths of my throat. I need him to stop caring about what I want, or I won’t be able to control my feelings. “Show me how rough vampire sex is supposed to be. Please.”
“If you beg like that, I guess . . .” The mesmerizing fanged grin returns to his face as he leans forward, his lips barely grazing mine. “Your wish is my command, honey.”
There’s no time to focus on the crippling feelings that flood my mind. Not when Jacob’s thrusts turn hard and fast, leaving me breathless. I’m jerked closer to the headboard as all of his weight falls on me. It’s brutal and slightly painful; just what I wanted.
“Yes, like that, please—” I groan as my eyes close while he does it again, and again.
With each loud slap of Jacob’s hips against my body, my mind clears up a bit more.
It goes blank, and I’m left with nothing but the desire to be fucked until I have to beg him to stop.
I want him to use me for his own pleasure, just like I’m using him.
I don’t want my feelings to get involved in the ecstasy of sex.
If anything, I want to forget I even have them. At least for a brief moment.
Jacob’s right hand wraps around my calf, and I feel his wet and hot tongue against it. I open my eyes to meet his wild gaze. His mouth is open, fangs extended, silky tongue pressed against my skin. I gasp as he sinks his fangs into me, slowly and carefully.
“Oh—fuck!” My body goes numb for an instant while my blood rushes towards him.
The way he pulls on my veins is a new kind of pleasure I wasn’t expecting.
A growing ticklish sensation that makes my cock throb and my legs tremble.
And his deep, hard thrusts don’t cease, not for a single second. “Yes! Jacob—that’s so fucking good.”
He hums a muffled laugh into my veins, making the vibrations send yet another wave of unexpected pleasure through me.
It’s the first time that someone drinks from me, and I didn’t predict it would feel like this.
I gasp as I feel myself lose control. I’m on the verge of coming and my dick has barely been touched.
All of the sensations are new and different, and far better than anything I’ve experienced before.
The ecstasy tears my soul apart as I roll my eyes back.
Jacob’s fingers force my lips open, and I suck them eagerly while I struggle to focus my eyes on him once more. I’m drifting away, dissolving in a blissful frenzy while my heart beats in synch with Jacob’s sucking motion. It’s too much. Too good.
When my brain can finally process the image, I find Jacob’s glowing eyes fixed on mine. His lips still attached to my leg, his hips colliding against my body with enough force to seriously injure a human. But I’m no such thing anymore, and there’s no pain on my end.
He digs his fingers deeper into my mouth and brushes them against my extended fangs.
As soon as a single drop of his burning blood touches my tongue, I sink my teeth into his digits.
Muffled moans climb up my throat as I’m overtaken with a type of pleasure so strong that I can’t believe it’s possible.
It’s a symphony of blood and sex, and our moans vibrating through our veins.
A connection so deep that it terrifies me.
I’m truly exposed and vulnerable, maybe as much as I’d feel if he was being gentle, like he really wanted to.
But there’s no stopping this, not even if it tears my heart open, and I end up thinking about Killien.
It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s too damn good.
Jacob licks the wounds on my calf and then pulls away from it. Red drops trickle down his chin, and it’s such a beautiful sight. The tattoo on his neck frames his sharp jawline as my blood travels down his olive skin.
With his fiery, glowing eyes fixed on mine, he wraps his free hand around my length and strokes me, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He never stops, not even to wipe away the blood that falls on his chest and continues all the way down his stomach.
He’s a stunning, sweaty mess, and the entire room reeks of his sweet scent mixed with mine.
I can’t help but stare at him, forcing my eyes to stay focused, even as my vision threatens to go blurry.
Jacob’s essence burns down my throat like lava, his cock sinks as deep into me as it possibly can, and his hand strokes me so well I don’t think I can resist much longer.
Moaning onto his fingers, I choke on his blood as I lose control completely.
“Yes, Damien—” Jacob grunts. “Fall apart for me.”
An evil smirk on his face and his glowing brown eyes are the last thing I see before my vision fades to black.
I turn my head to the side, letting his fingers slip out of my mouth.
I can’t breathe. My hot release spills onto his hand, and my entire body explodes in bliss.
As if every single inch of my insides had been set ablaze, I’m consumed by a wave of ecstasy.
Am I shaking? I can’t feel much besides the overwhelming pleasure. I understand nothing, and my mind goes blank while every single cell in my body is hit by the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had, all of it intensified by the burning of Jacob’s blood within my veins.
“God, yes! That’s so hot, honey—” Jacob’s muffled voice is the only thing rooting me in space and time.
He moans and groans like I’ve never heard before, his hips colliding against mine with so much strength that my head hits the headboard.
I cry out with him when his cock pulses as he comes, his release burning deep inside me in a way I hadn’t expected; just like his blood did on my tongue.
Jacob’s warm body, covered in fragrant sweat, rests on top of mine.
His hands caress my arms softly, slowly bringing me back to my senses.
He pants close to my ear, murmuring something I can’t quite understand.
I take a deep breath and force my eyes open.
I know his face is right next to mine, because his glowing eyes are the only thing I can make out of what I’m seeing.
“Did I blow your mind?” He laughs softly.
My lips curl into a smile, as if they have a mind of their own.
I blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to focus again.
Jacob is partially on top of me, and partially by my side.
I’m keeping him in place with my legs wrapped firmly around his hips, and my arms also holding him tight.
When did I do that? Have I lost control to that extent?
A cold panic rushes through me, forcing my entire consciousness to return in an instant.
“I—” I can’t speak. My voice is hoarse and my throat hurts like hell.
Did I choke on his blood that hard?
“I think that answers my question.” Jacob grins and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “It’s okay, honey. Relax, I’m right here with you.”
My legs and arms finally release him, but I can’t stop myself from running a lazy hand through his long hair.
It’s so damn soft, and it smells of musk and the scent of our blood mixed together: honey and maple syrup.
His skin is so warm against mine, and our bodies fit together like two halves of the same thing.
I feel deeply connected to him, strangely so. My insides and veins are still tingling with the aftershock of my orgasm, my mind almost completely blank. As I close my eyes, I let Jacob’s scent comfort me and lull me to sleep. I simply can’t do anything else.