I took her mouth in mine again, our tongues tangling as our passion collided. It was like a chemical reaction between my body and hers. I’d never felt anything like it.
My hand trailed down her side and she shivered under my touch, causing her skin to goose bump. My fingertips trailed ever further until they sought entrance to her heat, brushing her clit. I ran my fingertips up her seam and plunged two fingers straight into her juicy wetness.
“Ahhhhh.”
She thrust her hips up to meet my fingers and her own hand came around and fastened around the base of my cock. She gave me a firm pump, fisting her hand and moving up and down my cock.
“God, you’re huge.”
I smiled before capturing her mouth with my own again.
My fingers left her heat and dropping my mouth from hers I placed my fingers at her lips. “Taste yourself. See how wet you are for me.”
I felt her clench her thighs together. Someone liked it dirty.
I sat back on my haunches. “Open yourself wide and let me watch you come.”
She shook her head. “Not tonight, baby. You need to work harder than that to get me to play your games.”
Challenge accepted, I moved and dipped my head between her thighs. My tongue entered her pussy, and she tightened her legs around me. I knew how to dine out at a pussy buffet, I’d had enough practice. I delved and teased until she was on the brink of her climax and then I let her go. She arched toward me. “No. Don’t stop.”
I hovered over her, trailing my cock head against her pouring juices. “What do you want, Serena? Say it.”
Her eyes fluttered open; they were full to the brim with lust, her lids hooded. She smiled. Why was it she was at my mercy, yet I felt like I was the underdog?
“I want you to fuck me, Smith.”
“How much?”
“So, so, much. I want your cock in me, hard. Right now.” She bit her bottom lip.
I plunged inside her, right to the hilt and she gasped. In and out I pumped losing myself in the ecstasy of her pussy. Whether it was the small drops of champagne or something else I didn’t know, but it just felt right. Like I’d been lacking oxygen, and she was the air I’d needed to breathe.
And then out of nowhere she said. “I want to play. Bite me.”
I could hear the faint shouts of my brothers from the other room, but I was lost, so as I fucked her I moved the hair away from her neck, my canines descended and I bit through her tender flesh.
She came hard, clenching around my cock like she needed to milk me of every last drop. I fed from her and she came again.
“How do you do that?” She muttered.
I stopped and licked at her neck sealing the bite and preventing her from bleeding further.
She looked at me in confusion.
“What just happened? You, you seemed to really bite me.” Her eyes focused on my face, specifically on my mouth and I licked around, feeling my fangs and tasting the remnants of her blood.
“Was there something else in that pool, other than champagne?” She said. “Only my eyes are trying to tell me that you really are a vampire.”
She moved away from me and sat back against the headboard. I stood and grabbed a robe throwing it toward her.
I tilted my head at her. “Which are you going to believe? Your mind or your eyes?”
“What if they both tell me the same thing?”
I shrugged. “Then you have to decide if you’re hallucinating or seeing the truth.”
The door burst open and the other three men ran inside. “What are you doing, Smith?” Flynn yelled. “You always have to push it too far. You’re dangerous, you know that?”