And oh my God, I’m in heaven.
In heaven floating on a cloud.
“Damn,” he says against my flesh.“You taste like apple pie.Fucking apple pie, princess.”
“You like apple pie?”I grind out.
“It’s my favorite dessert,” he growls.“Second favorite now.”He dives back in.
I trail my fingers to my breasts and cup them.I find my hard nipples and pinch first one, and then the other.Sparks surge through me, from my nipples down to my pussy.
Rogan still licks me, probes me, sucking on my clit until I’m almost ready to burst and then moving down to my channel, pulling my labia between his teeth, all the while his omnipresent growl hums in the air.Hums in my body.
He brings me to the peak again and again, nibbling on my clit until I’m ready to burst and then going back to probing my pussy.
“And you calledmea cock tease?”I grit out, grabbing his head.
He chuckles against my flesh.
Yeah, he knows what he’s doing.And he’s damned good at it.
He continues his passionate torture, until finally he lifts his head and grins.“I guess I’ve made you suffer enough.”He sucks hard on my clit and thrust two fingers inside me.
And I erupt like a fucking monster volcano.
Electric shards burst out my fingertips and then hurl themselves back in, culminating in my pussy.
“That’s it, princess.Come all over my face.”He laps at my clit again and again.
If possible, this orgasm is even better than last night’s, when I was fortified with his blood.How can this be?
The thought is fleeting, though, as emotion bubbles through me.Elation.Intoxication.
Addiction.
Fucking addiction.
Now that I’ve felt this, can I live without it?
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
Fuck.
Climax killer.
Mental note: Don’t think of your father in the middle of an orgasm.
I free fall back to the bed, Rogan still working between my legs.Finally he crawls upward, his stubbled chin glistening, and shoves his cock inside me.
I’m tight from the climax, and he burns through me as if his dick were made of hot coals.A perfect searing pleasure-pain, and I’m more than ready.
He plunges and plunges and plunges, and as he hits my clit with each new thrust, a new orgasm rises in me, this one different but no less explosive.
It’s internal this time, and he thunders into me, releasing.
Together we come, our hearts racing, our breaths rapid.
My fangs have dropped, and I’m ready to plunge them into his carotid and take what I desperately need—