I melt then.From words.Hannah Bates doesn’t melt from words, but things change.I slide into his body and bring my lips to within an inch of his.“Victor.God, Victor.Fuck me.Fuck me hard.”
He clamps his lips onto mine and kisses me with what can only be angry lust.He doesn’t want to want this any more than I do.
But he can’t help himself.I can’t help myself.
We’re fated.
We’re mates.
It shouldn’t be, but it is.It fuckingis.
In a flash, our clothes are in a heap on the floor, and he’s on top of me in the bed, thrusting.This is all fuck.Pure fuck.I’m still satiated with the blood I drained from him earlier, but never will I have enough of his body.He fills me completely, and as he pumps, his black bush tickles my clit.My nipples harden, scrape into his chest, the friction a luscious counterpart to his cock inside me.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Fuck, princess.Fuck.Can’t.Get.Enough.”
“Me neither,” I say, panting.“Never enough.”I touch his cheeks, his broad shoulders, his muscular upper arms.
“Can’t help it.Have to come.Have to come, princess.Damn!”
His roar rumbles through me, and I swear I feel it pulsating in my veins.His heartbeat is rapid, and his blood… I’m sated but I’ll always hunger for it.Not solely how it fills me but the humming vibration of it beneath his flesh as it roars through his veins.The sound of it—so like the Colorado rapids.The scent of it—pure spice, woods, and wolf.The lush feel of it on my tongue as it trickles down my throat.
And its flavor—its intoxicating dark and exotic flavor.
I scrape my teeth against his shoulder and take just a drop.One drop on my tongue, and then I pull him to me and kiss him.Let him taste his own blood once more.
He thrusts harder, harder, harder.
Until I’m soaring.Coming so hard and so fast my whole body seems to float outside itself.For a moment I see us from above—his perfect ass as he grinds against me.Arrows shoot through me, ping around inside, and land in my pussy as I contract around him.
He plunges into me and releases, and I swear I feel every single pulse of his cock.
We orgasm together, totally in sync, and when I finally begin to come down, I realize I’m gripping his back so hard I’ve drawn more blood.
I inhale.
My God.Pure animal lust laced with dark chocolate and wine.
“Princess,” he growls in my ear.
“Rogan,” I groan back.
Then, “Hannah.”
And as much as I want to resist, I can’t.
“Victor.Victor.Victor.”
He rolls off me, his arm over his forehead, his eyes closed.“What is happening to me?”
Does he expect an answer?I don’t have one, but I sure as hell have the same question.I’ve never responded to a man this way.I enjoy sex.
But my God…
I’m ready again, and judging by the size of Victor’s cock, so is he.
You came here for a purpose, Hannah. You can’t spend the entire time fucking Victor Rogan.That from the angel on my right shoulder.