He growled and lowered his head again. Christina stared up at the ceiling blindly as he inserted the tip of a breast between his lips. His mouth was as hot as the rest of him. He lashed at her nipple with his tongue and then suckled until she squirmed beneath him in a frenzy of desire.
She felt his heartbeat throbbing in his engorged cock, heard her own pounding in her ears. She spread her thighs, desperate to fuse their desire. When she shifted her hips, trying to capture the thick head of his penis in her cleft, he cursed and lifted his head. Quicker than she could blink, he rolled her onto her belly. He came down over her, pressing his mouth to her neck.
“This is how an animal mates,” he whispered darkly. Christina shivered uncontrollably as he scraped his teeth along her skin. His fist slid beneath her waist. He used his forearm to lift her. He braced himself on his knees, his thighs spread around her hips, and urged her bottom up in the air. She felt the thick, hard knob of his cock jutting against her tender slit. He pushed against her, parting her wet, aching tissues, insisting she take him.
“Ah, God, Saint!” she murmured in helpless bliss as he penetrated her, inch by steely inch. Every time her body resisted his possession, he pumped his hips, gently but firmly, working past the obstacle. Her vagina clenched around him tightly, hungering for his total penetration.
Her entire body trembled by the time he fully sheathed himself in her. He pressed deep. Christina felt him shaking just as greatly as she did.
He began to pump. Not just their bodies, but the bed, the room, her world seemed to quake as he fucked her while rain battered at the windowpanes and shadows from the wind-lashed trees made a frantic dance across the walls. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out in bliss, the sound swallowed by a blast of thunder. Saint’s loud groan outlived the crash and continued to rumble in his chest long after the thunder faded.
They slammed together again and again, as wild and violent as the storm. Her blood surged in her veins like waves pounding on a breakwater. His cock probed her so deep, stretched her, filled her, until she felt ready to burst. The sensation was sharper than a typical impending climax…far more volatile. She heard Saint groan in agony behind her, his hips striking her buttocks and thighs in a hard, merciless rhythm.
“Oh, oh…God help me,” she mumbled into the pillow, not even sure what she begged for. She moaned when he paused, his cock fully sheathed, his balls pressing tightly to her moist outer sex. When he leaned over, her vagina tightened in a paroxysm of excitement.
“No god can help you now,” he whispered in rough misery near her ear. He slowly withdrew his cock, the sensation of the thick, defined head sliding across her aching flesh, making her inhale through clenched teeth. He re-sheathed himself, half-staff.
She turned her head so that she could see the outline of his face in the dark room. A flash of lightning showed her his gleaming eyes and sharp white teeth. She also saw the essence of distilled agony on his face. She moved aside her hair, exposing her neck.
“You can, though, Saint.”
She tightened her vagina around him hungrily. He snarled as though in pain and fell on her, sinking his teeth into a vein at the same moment he plunged his cock deep. Christina’s eyes opened wide in shock. For a moment, she struggled. Human beings weren’t accustomed to experiencing such a blast of pure sensation. At first, she thought it was pain, and then she realized it was previously unknown levels of pleasure that flooded her consciousness.
He spread a hand over one hip and buttock, making her a stationary target for his thrusting cock. He fucked her hard and relentlessly while her blood boiled and surged, as though every cell in her body rushed t
o be the one consumed by him. She opened her mouth, ready to scream as climax hit her, the blast shuddering not just through her body, but her very spirit.
His mouth covered hers abruptly, muffling her scream. He pounded his cock into her one more time, their flesh smacking together at the same moment thunder shook the night. He groaned roughly into her mouth. Christina whimpered in mixed pain and ecstasy when she felt him swell impossibly large inside her, then the exquisite sensation of his warm seed pouring into her.
Their lips fell apart, but they remained close as they gasped for air for several minutes. His cock remained embedded inside her, still erect, still stretching her hypersensitive flesh. The full, gravid sensation felt strangely familiar to her, although she couldn’t think why…only that it had something to do with Aidan.
The feeling of his warm, fragrant breath striking her face in uneven bursts soothed her somehow…hypnotized her.
She closed her eyes as a feeling of delicious lassitude and profound rightness pervaded her awareness.
“Stina?”
His deep voice edged with anxiety made her blink her eyes open in surprise. He reared up over her, his hands on the mattress supporting his upper body weight.
“Yes?”
Lightning lit the room. For a split second she saw his handsome face framed by tousled, wavy hair, his brows pinched. Thunder rumbled in answer to the lightning, the sound softer than the previous shattering booms that had rent the night.
“Are you all right?” he rasped.
“I’m so good,” she murmured drowsily. She wanted to remain with him planted deep inside of her, but she also needed to hold him in her arms. Her mixed desire made her shift her hips in a half-hearted manner.
“Don’t,” he grated out through clenched teeth. “I can’t…I can’t withdraw from you for a bit.”
Christina’s mouth fell open in wonder. She thought she understood what he meant. His cock not only felt iron hard, it felt even more swollen than before his climax.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a wolf?” she asked abruptly.
He just stared for a moment before he gave a bark of laughter. Christina wished lightning would have flashed at that moment and let her see his face. He smiled so infrequently, it was always such a gift when he did.
“When would you have had me tell you? Just after you learned I was what you would call a vampire, or maybe before?” He shook his head. “I told you there were so many things you didn’t understand, Christina.”
“I understand more than you think. I understand this.” She flexed her muscles around his turgid flesh. He groaned.