Bound by Darkness - Alexandra Ivy [65]
“Always,” she breathed, her determination to have the last word ruined as she gasped in pleasure as he stroked deep into her body.
He gripped her hips, his features tight with retrained need.
“Hold on, Jaelyn,” he said. “This might be a bumpy ride.”
She flashed her fangs, moving her hands over his chest as she tightened her muscles to clamp around his cock, which was buried to the hilt.
“Bring it on, fairy.”
Barely recalling how to breathe, Ariyal claimed her lips in a possessive kiss, pulling out until he was once again poised at her entrance. Jaelyn muttered low words of protest, reaching down to grab his ass.
His soft laughter echoed through the empty house. “Slower is sweeter, Jaelyn.”
Sucking his lower lip into her mouth, she dug her nails into his flesh.
“Do you want me to beg?”
He eased back inside her, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body as he buried himself to the hilt.
“I want you to scream,” he commanded.
“Make me,” she whispered, her legs tightening around his hips.
He nibbled a path of kisses of her neck so he could whisper directly in her ear.
“A challenge?”
“Are you up for ... oh!”
Her words were forgotten as he pulled out and then rocked his hips upward, nearly lifting her off the table with the force of his thrust.
They cried out in unison, Jaelyn burying her face in his neck as he held on to her hips and briefly absorbed the sensation of his erection sheathed in her tight channel. Then, as she trembled against him, he repeated the forceful surge, keeping his pace just as slow and sweet as he promised.
Or at least that was the plan.
With every thrust Jaelyn lifted her hips upward, possessing the strength to meet his thrusts with an explosive impact. He’d never had such a powerful lover. At least not one who could meet him stroke for stroke with pleasure instead of pain.
It was ... intoxicating.
And unnervingly intimate.
It was as if they were being fused together. Not just physically, but in the passion that bound them.
In this moment they were one.
Her lips trailed down his throat, creating tiny jolts of electric excitement as he felt the sharp tip of her fangs brush his skin.
He grimly crushed the insane desire to feel those fangs sinking into his flesh, concentrating on the building tension that clenched the muscles of his groin.
“Are you with me, Jaelyn?”
Her nails dug into his skin, her head angling back to stab him warning glare.
“Don’t stop,” she growled. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He grinned with wicked enjoyment at her demands. “I told you I was going to make you scream, Jaelyn,” he reminded her, his hands shifting to pull her legs higher on his waist, angling her upward so he could plunge even deeper.
With swift, relentless strokes he urged her toward that perilous edge, his breath rasping through the air. Her eyes squeezed closed, her body clenched so tight around his cock that he was certain he would combust before giving her satisfaction.
Over and over he plunged deep inside her. Then just when he was certain he was going to embarrass himself, he gave one last surge and she gave a shout of release.
He claimed her lips in a branding kiss as he pressed her shuddering body tight against him and shattered beneath the maelstrom of exploding bliss.
Holy ... shit.
Still holding her in his arms, he spread tiny kisses over her face, continuing to pump into her as he sought to regain his composure.
Or his sanity.
Whichever came first.
Rocked by the tiny aftershocks of pleasure, Jaelyn had no choice but to hang on to Ariyal.
Or at least that was the excuse she used as her hands smoothed down the satin skin of his back and her face remained pressed into the curve of his neck as she wallowed in his warm, addictive scent.
Alarms buzzed in the back of her mind. Yeah, as if she needed to be reminded of the complete lunacy of giving in to her passions. But it wasn’t until the persistent ache of her fangs penetrated her fuzzy glow that she abruptly stiffened in his arms.