His lips whispered against her skin, moving toward her jaw and back down again, finally suckling where her shoulder met her neck. She arched and her breasts brushed against his chest, the roughness of his hair against her nipples only made her hotter.
As he suckled hard enough to leave a mark the next day, Leo finally pushed his dick inside her. And damn, he was big, and thick, and he stretched her to the point she thought she might split in two until he was fully seated within her. He stilled and only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the space.
She couldn't resist wiggling her hips and Leo sucked in a breath. “Are you teasing me, witch?”
“Maybe. For someone who hasn’t had sex in decades, you’re taking this super slow.”
With a growl, he pulled his cock out nearly all the way before slamming back into her. Yesenia reached to his back and dug in her nails. “Fuck, do that again.”
He did but made sure to angle his hips so that he ground against her clit when he was inside her.
Holy shit, maybe there was something to being a fated one, and fae witches were missing out. Seriously, no male ever cared so much about her getting off before.
Leo ran a fang across her neck, and she forgot about everything but the teasing touch. It was as if her neck throbbed for him and his fangs.
Crazy as that sounded.
He nuzzled her neck. “I hear your racing pulse calling to me, Yesenia.”
When Leo suckled her neck again, she arched her back.
Between her throbbing neck, her aching pussy, and being surrounded in Leo’s scent, and heat, and touch, impatience raced through her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pushed his head down. "For the love of everything, just bite me already. I won't break, I promise."
He licked her neck and blew, tickling her skin. She hadn't thought she could get hotter, but she was wrong.
His voice was so low she almost didn't hear him say, "Fuck, I want you so bad. But the need is so strong, and I’m afraid I’ll take too much. Promise me you’ll kick me in the bollocks or do something to stop me if that happens.”
Yesenia softened at his words. "Very few vampires with good hearts drink someone to death.” She moved his head until she could meet his gaze again. At the flicker of vulnerability there, all she wanted to do was make it vanish. Despite his growly exterior, she knew in her gut he was a good male. “I trust you, Leo. You won’t truly hurt me. So stop holding back when we both want this.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly moved to take her mouth in another kiss.
As he suckled her tongue, his hand stroked between her legs.
Not that she needed any warming up—her clit was still sensitive, and a few strokes made her squirm.
Leo released her mouth and kissed her cheek, her jaw, and back down her neck. His hot breath caressed her skin as he said, “And now it’s time to claim and mark you so no other vampire or shifter will think to take what’s mine.”
She vaguely remembered how shifters and vampires could see claim marks. And maybe she should’ve corrected him on the “mine” part of his words.
But then he pressed an openmouthed kiss to her neck and tickled her skin with his tongue.
His cock gently pressed into her, and she wrapped her legs around to dig her heels into his ass.
Only once he was fully inside her did he lift his mouth and murmur, “My sweet bride,” before his fangs pierced her skin.
A rush unlike any other, one of pure pleasure and heat and euphoria, raced through her entire body, ending between her thighs. She barely registered his hard thrusts, or even his hands keeping her head in place.
But she did feel each and every lap of his tongue, his groans, and how each pull from her neck seemed to start the orgasm all over again.
She clawed his back as if she could bring him closer, moved her feet to the bed to help arch into his mouth, almost as if she could never get close enough.
Damn vampire pleasure juice was addictive shit, for sure. And all Yesenia wanted was more, so much more.
His hips stilled and he growled loudly, but Yesenia barely noticed, too lightheaded and teetering on remaining conscious. “Leo,” she whispered.
As if knowing exactly what she was saying, he released his grip on her neck, pulled back, and licked her wounds closed.
He laid his head next to her face so their cheeks pressed together. She didn’t know how long their heavy breathing filled the room.