CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Ailsa
HIS POWERFUL BODY pushed against mine with every one of his almost violent thrusts. His cock stretched me in a way that set my nerve endings on fire. I felt him everywhere. Our bodies fit together in a way that felt too natural.
I was so damn wet and needy for him that he slid in and out with ease, despite his size. Learning that his dick was pierced had pushed me over the edge. I lost all rationality, and the only clear instinct left had been to suck him.
It was primal.
A high.
His hand came up to hold my jaw, firm but not rough, anchoring me there as his mouth met mine again. It wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t as rough as before, either.
It was everything we’d pushed down, tried to ignore.
I’d told him I hated him and that whatever this was between us meant nothing but I wasn’t so sure that was true anymore, at least not for me. I wasn’t about to change my mind on relationships, and I certainly wasn’t his, just as he wasn’t mine. But this wasn’t hatred.
Something had changed.
My fingers curled into the back of his hair, pulling him closer, heat flaring, cutting through everything else. His forehead rested against mine as our sweat mingled, his breath catching mine.
“You take me so well,” he breathed against my lips as he let his hand drop to the column of my neck.
I would never have imagined that I’d allow him control like that, but for some reason it only turned me on more. And the praise, that was new, I liked it. It was exactly what I needed. I let myself succumb to his control and it was like a switch had been flipped as my mind went quiet.
The only thing left was him and the pleasure.
He pressed a long kiss to my collar bone, so at odds with how hard he was fucking me. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, nipping his way down to my breasts.
All the while he ground hips against mine, his hard cock slid in and out of my pussy hard and fast. Pressure was growing quickly.
“This is what you need, isn’t it?”
It was like electricity was flowing freely through my body, setting every single nerve ending on fire. “Yes, yes,” I cried out, unable to hold back.
He was taking me higher and higher.
I moaned when he took one of my nipples in his mouth, and squeezed the other roughly with his other hand. I was surprised to find that his fangs remained hidden, and I almost wanted to beg him to use them.
Oh fuck.
He knew exactly how to handle my body.
His tongue swirled around my nipple and I arched on instinct.
I wanted him closer still.
I felt a smile against my breast in reaction to how my back had arched.
I could already feel myself hurtling toward a climax.
It was inevitable.
His hand on my throat tightened ever so slightly and he slammed into me so hard it knocked a cry from my lungs.
“Fuck. Yes,” I cried out loud and shamelessly.
I was burning up, my whole body trembling as it chased what he was sure to give.
My orgasm was building like a wave, impossible to stop, huge and all consuming.
“Come for me, Ailsa,” he gritted out, my name on his lips sounding like a prayer. “Give me everything you have.”
Fuck.
That did it.
I let go and surrendered.
My orgasm ripped through me without warning—violent, exquisite, endless. My body convulsed around his thick cock and a scream caught in my throat, coming out as a shattered cry. My vision swam as pleasure drowned me entirely.
At the exact same moment, he buried himself deep and I felt his cock twitch as he spilled himself inside me with a low, rough grunt.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Our ragged breathing and thundering hearts the only sound.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice soft, rough-edged against my hair as his body relaxed against mine. “So fucking beautiful.”
I wasn’t sure how to take that. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had called me beautiful, and coming from him made it all the more jarring.
Did he really mean that?
He pulled out and I had expected him to leave, but instead he rolled onto his back and pulled me close so I was tucked in under his chin.
Awareness suddenly crept back in, and the reality of what we’d just done settled over me.
We’d fucked.
It was never supposed to have gone this far.
But, why was it that, here in his arms—naked and vulnerable—I felt the safest I’d been since this whole thing had started. And maybe long before.
Neither of us said a word, like we were both aware that once we did the spell would be broken.
And we had both needed this more than either of us cared to admit.
So we lay there in silence, chests still heaving from the exertion, sweat cooling in each other’s embrace.
I didn’t know what this meant for us.
There was no us beyond captor and captive… right?
No, there couldn’t be. This was a one-time thing.
It meant nothing.
So why was I still in his arms, listening to the rhythmic soft thud of his heart beneath my head.
I searched his face for some semblance of regret or hate, but all I found was him with his eyes closed. It wasn’t until then that I realised I'd never seen him as relaxed as this, this peaceful. Unguarded. Not some scary, deadly vampire.
Just a beautiful sleeping man.
How had I let this happen?
I really didn’t hate him at all.