into her mouth and she hummed, taking it deeper and deeper. He tasted as good as he smelled, and she felt a little silly wanting to bury her face in his crotch. She’d sucked a man’s cock before. Of course, that man had hardly been worth mentioning as he’d lasted about two minutes and his cock was small in comparison to Cornell’s, which filled her mouth, going into her throat. She sucked harder, increasing the pressure she applied with her hands as well.
Cornell tipped his head back and groaned, his body tensing as he pulled her head to him, pushing his cock in all the way. His ball sac tightened and salty warmth slid down the back of her throat. She swallowed and drew off his cock, wiping her lower lip as she did.
Cornell’s dark gaze flashed with need and he moved up onto the bed and braced himself over her, his slacks around his knees. He reached between them and she felt his nails lengthening against her inner thigh. She didn’t worry. She trusted him fully.
He cut away her panties and then settled against her wet entrance. He apparently needed no time to recover between sex acts. His lips found hers and at the same moment, Cornell thrust in deep and hard, her taut body resisting him at first before easing and allowing him to move in and out of her.
He did, pumping slowly and then increasing his pace. Dani’s legs wrapped around his waist as she arched her back, taking him deeper, stimulating her clit by grinding his lower region against her mound with each thrust. She panted, clinging to him, holding on for dear life.
The man she’d wanted for years was now one with her and it felt perfect—right. She countered his moves, wanting to be fucked long and hard. Cornell smiled against her lips and then slowed his pace to a near crawl.
Whimpering, she broke their kiss and pleaded. “More. Harder.”
He licked her lip. “You taste of blood.”
“Bit my cheek. Now move it, buddy. Harder. Right this second,” she said, slapping his ass cheek playfully.
His body was tense and it took her a moment to realize as much. He did not move and her slayer side kicked in, sensing his demon was close to the surface. It wanted blood. More specifically, her blood. She’d never willingly given her blood to a vampire before.
The thought of doing so for Cornell didn’t repulse her. It turned her on more. Moisture flooded the apex of her thighs as his cock remained buried deep inside her. She ground against him, tipping her head to the side, giving him access to her neck.
Cornell struck the pillow with one hand. “No!”
“Sutton,” she whispered, drawing his attention to her and revealing what she suspected. His face was partially shifted into vampire form. He was scared of losing control, of hurting her. “It’s okay. I want it. I want you.”
He looked confused, but then his tongue came out and over his fangs. He nodded and lowered his head. She wondered how much control it was taking him not to lash out and bite her like a savage. Her guess—a lot.
The moment his fangs broke her skin, pleasure like she’d never known before assailed her, rocking her body from its very core and bringing about an orgasm she thought might knock her out cold. Crying out, she dug her fingernails into his upper chest as her pussy fluttered around his cock.
His mouth remained locked on her throat and the pleasure continued, holding her in its thrall. She couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere but beneath the man inside her now. A stirring started deep in her belly and she gasped as it felt like cool energy pushing through her. She lifted her hand from Cornell’s chest and brought her fingertips to her lips. She tasted blood.
How could that be?
I scratched him.
She licked and the cool energy intensified to the point that she cried out in pleasure, words falling free from her as she did. “Mine!”
Cornell’s head snapped up and he licked crimson from his lips. “Mine.”
He drilled into her