the same longing in her. As his lips stroked hers, she yearned to
have his big, thick, powerful cock stroking her inside.
His hot hands slid down her back. She moaned as he grasped
her shoulders and nudged her back against the hard, standing stone. Her skin
prickled as sensations of fire and ice swept through her. She squirmed as he
trailed feathery kisses down her arm. Taking her hand in his, he slipped his
wet mouth over her finger and sucked. She shivered with pleasure. One by one,
he slid his mouth up and down each finger of her hand. His tongue felt smooth
and warm upon her skin. Moistness pooled between her legs and her heart
hammered.
Sorcha quivered as his wet mouth found her breasts. She let
out a soft mew as his lips pinched her nipple. As he suckled the erect peaks,
spirals of heat surged through her. He cupped a breast in each strong hand. She
closed her eyes and gave in to the fire consuming her. She moaned as his wet
tongue whisked her nipples. She felt her breasts bounce as he kneaded and
stroked them.
In all the long years of her life, which stretched to time
out of mind, she had only seduced men for want of their blood. To feed. Never
before had she felt a hot breeze blow inside her when she looked at a man.
She’d never been unable to take her eyes off a man before. Her breath hadn’t
ever gone shallow as her heart raced so hard and fast she thought it would leap
out of her chest. Those moments she lay covered by Ian’s body as the sun rose,
the rays must have got to her brain somehow and damaged her. It had to be that.
She had a hunger only he could quench, and it wasn’t for his blood but for the
way he made her blood boil. Needing him to take her, to fill her full. The
seductress had been seduced, and it was the most incredible, breathtaking,
heart-rending night of her long life.
She slid her hands up to his silky hair and pulled, winding
it around her fingers. Sorcha didn’t even try to hold back the deep, raspy
moans. Her blood boiled. Her pussy throbbed with need.
“Sorcha.” Ian called out her name in a husky, lust-muted
voice. Her name uttered from his mouth with such passion sent a jolt of heat
through her. It was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
Grabbing her arms, he pulled them over her head and pushed
them against the standing stone. “I want you.”
“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
He entered her with a driving thrust and buried his thick
hardness deep inside her heat. The walls of her pussy stretched with his
jabbing thrust. His erection felt as hard as oak. She took all he had to give.
Her entire body burned from his heat. Her breasts rubbed against the
hair-roughened skin of his muscular chest as he drove into her. With every wave
of pleasure, she released a desperate whimper. Harder. Faster. She could take
it. Wanted it. Needed it. With each stroke of his thick cock, her body squeezed
and thrust and burned hotter.
She said between pants, “I am yours. Take me. All of me.”
Pushing back against the stone, she used it as leverage and
thrust her hips forward, drawing him deeper into her. The moment he freed her
hands from where he’d held them, she grabbed his back and slid her palms down
his hot skin, slick with sweat, to his tight ass. With a hand on each cheek,
she dug her fingers into his flesh and pushed hard, jamming him higher into
her.
She gasped. “That’s it. There. There.”
She clamped her muscles on him, pleading for more with her
earthy moans. Sorcha’s heart pounded in a rhythm as wild and fast as Ian’s
thrusts. He crushed her throbbing pussy. She ground his cock. So near release,
on the edge, blazing. So close. She had to quench the fire.
Their bodies thrashed together. He let out long, uninhibited
groans. Her pussy clenched. Ian stiffened against her. An expression of deep
pleasure crossed his face as he burst inside her. Engulfed in flames, her
entire body quivered against his.
Still huffing, he said, “Sorcha, I could