He stops and whispers in my ear. “I’m going to bend and break you tonight, Allison, but I promise I’ll put you back together again in the morning.”
“Do whatever you want to me, and I promise I’ll try my hardest not to use any of my powers on you.”
He sucks my earlobe in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. “That would be nice if you wouldn’t.” And then his fangs pierce the soft skin of my throat.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my center against his hard ridge, hoping he’ll come inside me soon.
He removes his fangs from my skin, bringing his face within mere inches of mine, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
I reach up to touch one of his fangs. “So sharp,” I say as I prick my finger on the tip of one.
“I like when you touch them.”
I slide my finger down it again, and he moans, his dick growing harder against my leg.
I reach down with my other hand, palming his thickness. It pulses, and I run my thumb over the tip, swiping the bead of pre-cum. My insides turn molten when he groans, rocking his hips, driving his dick up into my hand.
“I should explain something to you before we go any further.”
I still my hand. “Ok.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard. It’ll be animalistic and you’ll just have to hold on and enjoy the ride.”
I smile. “Rawr.”
He fists his dick in his hands, lining it up with my entrance, and pushes inside me, stretching me completely. “Fuck,” he rasps.
His hips move and he thrusts in again, and again, cursing each time. His hands slide over my breasts, pinching each nipple between his fingers. I’m speechless, talking with moans instead of words. It feels sublime, the way his body moves inside mine.
“Your tight cunt loves my cock.”
“Yes,” I call out, over and over.
He moves to a frantic rhythm, and I hold on, meeting his strokes as his body ramps up faster and faster. His length fills me, stretching me to the point of no return, causing a firestorm in my core. He moves his head, baring his teeth as he nips at my arms.
I can’t handle all the sensations happening at once, but I beg for more as the light of the moon filters into the room from the skylight above the bed.
Draven’s hands are all over me, fondling my breasts, running down my torso, gripping around my neck, tightening his hold, until I can barely breathe. “Can you handle me?”
I meet his hooded gaze. “Yes.”
“You handle me so well. Show me how deep you can take your husband’s dick.”
He loosens his hold around my neck and continues to imprint himself on my soul, slamming into me, causing a ripple of tingles to cascade through me.
My vision fades as my body soars closer to an orgasm. I feel my power taking hold, gripping me, and I push it away. I don’t ever want to change this man.
The way he watches me.
The way he cares for me.
How he protects me.
How he breaks me into tiny pieces and puts me back together again.
He moves like a wild animal on top of me, and flips me over so I’m straddling him, riding him, trying my best to hold on as he bucks beneath me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re my queen,” he whispers, his eyes drinking me in.