Rissa didn’t know how long it lasted—it seemed like forever—but she began to feel her pleasure growing once more. Though James had given her an incredible orgasm with his tongue, she felt a new one building deep inside her and somehow she knew it would be more intense than anything she’d ever felt before.
“James,” she moaned, as he thrust up into her. “James, I feel…feel so close! So very close to coming again!”
“That’s good, sweetheart,” he growled encouragingly. “Really good. Work for it—you deserve it. Gods, you feel so good around me! So tight and hot and wet.”
“I…I want you to come inside me, want to feel your seed filling me,” Rissa moaned, and suddenly she felt her building orgasm reaching a fever pitch. “I feel so hot inside, James!” she panted. “I…I need you to put me out—to slake my Heat!”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, sweetheart,” he growled hoarsely, still thrusting up into her. “But first I want you to come for me—come all over my cock. Can you do that, Ka’rissa?”
“Yes!” she gasped and she found that she was—found that the pleasure was rushing over her, driving her Heat even higher. “James!” she cried—she was molten at the core! “James, now! I need your seed in me now!”
“As…my Princess…wishes,” he growled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “But lean down. Need to…bite you.”
He drew her down to him and Rissa bared her neck willingly, brushing her long hair aside for his fangs. With a feeling of being impaled in two places at once, she gasped as the sharp points pierced her tender flesh and his Essence flowed into her bloodstream.
The big Kindred seemed to be injecting pleasure chemicals into her because they caused her to come again, her body clenching helplessly tight and her inner channel squeezing reflexively around the thick shaft that filled her.
James groaned low in his throat, though he continued to bite her. And then he pressed deep inside her, the head of his cock giving the mouth of her womb a hard, passionate kiss. At last, he began to come.
As Rissa finally felt his shaft pulsing inside her, a sensation of cooling relief suddenly rushed over her. The Heat which had been growing and expanding inside her—threatening to overwhelm her and burn her alive—was finally quenched in a rush.
It felt as though she had been standing in the center of the blazing sun and then someone had pushed her under an icy waterfall, Rissa thought. The sensation of cooling was almost as good as the orgasm itself and she moaned aloud in pleasure and relief.
“James…James!” she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing down hard with her hips, to get him as deeply into her as she could. “That is perfect—amazing! Finally, I feel cool inside and out!”
“I know, sweetheart,” said a deep, rumbling voice inside her head. “I can feel it—you are no longer in danger of combustion.”
“James?” Rissa’s eyes had been clenched shut in pleasure but now they flew open. “Did you…did you just talk inside my head?” she asked breathlessly.
He withdrew his fangs and looked up at her.
“Yes, sweetheart, I did,” he said, still talking inside her mind, rather than using his mouth. “When I slaked your Heat, I bonded you to me. We formed a mental link that we can always use to communicate from now on.” He smiled up at her. “Go on—try it for yourself. Think something to me.”
“Hello,” Rissa thought hesitantly. “Can you hear me?”
“Of course I can.”
“Oh—it works!” She laughed in delight at the discovery.
A broad smile—the biggest she had ever seen on him—crossed James’s face.
“Now I can feel your emotions as well as my own,” he sent to her, through their new connection. “I never knew how wonderful that could be. I love you so much, my Princess.”
“I am not a Princess now,” Rissa told him. “Now I am simply yours, James.”
“And I am yours as well,” he murmured and drew her down for a kiss.
“Mmm…” Rissa wiggled a little, noticing that he was still hard inside of her. “James, I know that you told me Kindred men don’t have to wait to make love again and I can’t help wondering…”
“If I might be up for round two?” he finished for her, his metallic blue eyes going half-lidded again.
Rissa giggled—she was really enjoying this new kind of communication.
“You read my mind.”
“Not really—you just think really loudly. But it was on my mind, too,” James assured her. “Because this is our first bonding, it will probably take hours and hours to complete—especially since I have grown a Mating Fist which ties us together.”
“That sounds fine to me,” Rissa told him, wiggling again. “I think it will probably take more than once to completely slake my Heat. Already I can feel it beginning to build again inside me.”