Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PARIS
Whoa. His arse was a silk wrap to my cock.
I went in easily, the muscles welcoming me with a delicious hug.
What are you doing?
Honestly, the doubt could fuck off right now. My dick had control, my desires the master.
Screw everything else. I wanted this sexy slice of vampire flesh, who’d just mounted me, so fucking badly. I kicked the anguish, the fear, and the rest of the bad energy into the raging water, rolled with it.
I needed this.
The rain came down harder, but his new luminous shimmer seemed to keep most of it away from our bubble of sexiness.
Wow. He was living moonlight, the most incredible man I’d ever seen. How? Why? And who gave a shit right now?
Just let me get my dick wet!
I held his hips as he rocked them with liquid grace, pinning me with his feral gaze, standing on zero ceremony when it came to riding me.
Fuck yeah…
He worked harder, his arms curled above his head. The way his wet hair hung across his forehead made him appear almost mortal. I wasn’t sure why, but he seemed vulnerable in that moment, the immortal shell stripped away, leaving behind a normal man, not a vampire king.
I dug my fingers into his hot flesh, kicking back for the pleasure train. Toes curling, mind blown.
“Keep doing that,” I begged, lifting my arse to burrow into him that little bit deeper.
His resounding groan sent yummy shockwaves through me.
Fuck. I sat up to kiss him, our lips colliding with bruising intensity. His fangs nicked me again, setting more of my blood free, his tongue lapping at it.
Take all of me…
My hands curled into his hair, crushing his face to mine. His heat licked across my skin in incredible pulses, taking me closer to the edge of pleasure. Every cell sparking, every hair at attention. So alive, so entrenched in sensation.
I ached with the desire to cum but wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.
The teasing buildup always got my blood pumping.
He broke the kiss, arching back, his hands on my shoulders. He was really going for it now, bouncing so hard the slap of flesh on flesh sounded louder than the storm.
“Fuck…” I panted, blood and rainwater dripping down my chin.
I pressed my face to his chest, taking a bite of skin. Clamping down as the explosive finale drew closer.
“Paris,” he purred, upping the ante.
Man, he’d break my dick if he went any harder.
“Cum inside me,” he whispered.
Yeah, I’d already planned to.
The final stage landed with him crying my name, releasing jets of hot spunk all over me. And he kept riding, locking his peepers on me, his face shimmering with pleasure.
My balls tightened, my body quaking, and I exploded inside him in perfect time with a clap of thunder. Eyes rolling back, body on fire, the full works of orgasmic chaos.
The good kind of chaos, the one that leaves you spent and sweaty with a vampire coming back in for more kissing.
Deep kissing. Delicious kissing for like ten minutes until his new moonlight skin left, and the rain came back in to drench us.
But the deluge didn’t chase away the awesome vibrations in my body.
Can I hold onto this afterglow forever, pretty please?
Yeah, no such luck.