felt like she was going to come undone all over again, this quickly. It was so gentle, so deliberate, and she felt so full of him. He passionately kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue, licking her tongue, her lips, his lips were powerful but so soft.
She tasted the metallic taste of her own blood in his mouth plus her own arousal underneath that but she didn’t pull away. He kissed her urgently, like she was a lifeline. She felt like goo beneath him, under a spell. She started whimpering into his mouth out of frustration over what was happening. This wasn’t anything like mindless, emotionless fucking; this, this was lovemaking. He plunged deep into her, gyrating his hips, rubbing his hands up and down her shoulders, holding her face as he kissed her, groaning softly.
He was mumbling something sweet-sounding about how good she felt and how sweet she tasted as he rubbed up and down. Kyla felt goose bumps erupting all over. It went on for what seemed like forever and that she was right at that edge --- dangling, on the precipice of another climax.
“Come again for me, firecracker. Scream my name,” he urged, tonguing her ear lobe and repeatedly ramming into her.
She shook her head, “No, fuck off. Get off. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
He stopped and stared at her, still inside her, “Come on baby, let go.” he gyrated deeply. He was full of authority, “Kyla.”
She shook her head, choking back emotion, knowing full well that this was very different from last night. He had no right to do this, this way, to her. It felt like he was trying not only to do something to her but to get her to give him something, something she didn’t want to give. She couldn’t put the feelings into words but something was happening in her head, something she had to fight. He was playing some sort of mind game or something. She had to be fighting him trying to put her under some sort of control; that’s what this had to be.
He caressed her cheek and then started to pick up his rhythm, moving faster and deeper. He slid his thumb between their pelvises and started to stroke her clit, “Yessss...” He was so sexy, so seductive. Her nipples tingled.
“Nnooo.” It was rising in her again, bubbling up and ready to overflow at any second. She pushed it back. She tried to push him off but he caught both of her wrists and transferred them to one hand and held them over her head.
“We’ve got all day,” he whispered this huskily and then moaned. He sounded so sexy, so domineering.
She tried to go somewhere else in her mind. She envisioned him in his vampire form, hoping she’d push away the orgasm. But it wasn’t working. It wasn’t turning her off. She could feel her body responding to his thumb probing her at that knot of nerves while he slowly slid in and out of her and gently nipped at her shoulders, her earlobes. She caught sight of his shoulders, part of his back, muscles rippling. He really was quite the specimen of a man.
A man? No. Not a man. A vampire. A monster.
A dangerous deadly monster with fangs who had forced her, who had held her captive, who had flawless smooth skin, gorgeous eyes, soft lips, warm hands, and so many muscles. No! A monster. She had to keep a clear head. But she couldn’t. Something was wrong in her head, it was like something changed.
Not lovemaking…fucking…fucking dangerous fucking! Rape. Kidnapper. Fuck, argh!
She couldn’t hold it off any longer. She needed a release, needed this torture over with. Her clit was on fire, begging her to
Just.
Let.
Go!
Ah, fuck it.
She began to rock against his thumb, then he let go of her arms so she grabbed his biceps and squeezed, her mouth open but no sound coming out as her body was wracked with spasms. It felt like there wasn’t any air in her lungs. Her legs began trembling, then her whole body joined in and was trembling, hard.
“That’s it, give in. Say it, baby; say my name. Say it now,” he urged her, pumping away and
She tasted the metallic taste of her own blood in his mouth plus her own arousal underneath that but she didn’t pull away. He kissed her urgently, like she was a lifeline. She felt like goo beneath him, under a spell. She started whimpering into his mouth out of frustration over what was happening. This wasn’t anything like mindless, emotionless fucking; this, this was lovemaking. He plunged deep into her, gyrating his hips, rubbing his hands up and down her shoulders, holding her face as he kissed her, groaning softly.
He was mumbling something sweet-sounding about how good she felt and how sweet she tasted as he rubbed up and down. Kyla felt goose bumps erupting all over. It went on for what seemed like forever and that she was right at that edge --- dangling, on the precipice of another climax.
“Come again for me, firecracker. Scream my name,” he urged, tonguing her ear lobe and repeatedly ramming into her.
She shook her head, “No, fuck off. Get off. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
He stopped and stared at her, still inside her, “Come on baby, let go.” he gyrated deeply. He was full of authority, “Kyla.”
She shook her head, choking back emotion, knowing full well that this was very different from last night. He had no right to do this, this way, to her. It felt like he was trying not only to do something to her but to get her to give him something, something she didn’t want to give. She couldn’t put the feelings into words but something was happening in her head, something she had to fight. He was playing some sort of mind game or something. She had to be fighting him trying to put her under some sort of control; that’s what this had to be.
He caressed her cheek and then started to pick up his rhythm, moving faster and deeper. He slid his thumb between their pelvises and started to stroke her clit, “Yessss...” He was so sexy, so seductive. Her nipples tingled.
“Nnooo.” It was rising in her again, bubbling up and ready to overflow at any second. She pushed it back. She tried to push him off but he caught both of her wrists and transferred them to one hand and held them over her head.
“We’ve got all day,” he whispered this huskily and then moaned. He sounded so sexy, so domineering.
She tried to go somewhere else in her mind. She envisioned him in his vampire form, hoping she’d push away the orgasm. But it wasn’t working. It wasn’t turning her off. She could feel her body responding to his thumb probing her at that knot of nerves while he slowly slid in and out of her and gently nipped at her shoulders, her earlobes. She caught sight of his shoulders, part of his back, muscles rippling. He really was quite the specimen of a man.
A man? No. Not a man. A vampire. A monster.
A dangerous deadly monster with fangs who had forced her, who had held her captive, who had flawless smooth skin, gorgeous eyes, soft lips, warm hands, and so many muscles. No! A monster. She had to keep a clear head. But she couldn’t. Something was wrong in her head, it was like something changed.
Not lovemaking…fucking…fucking dangerous fucking! Rape. Kidnapper. Fuck, argh!
She couldn’t hold it off any longer. She needed a release, needed this torture over with. Her clit was on fire, begging her to
Just.
Let.
Go!
Ah, fuck it.
She began to rock against his thumb, then he let go of her arms so she grabbed his biceps and squeezed, her mouth open but no sound coming out as her body was wracked with spasms. It felt like there wasn’t any air in her lungs. Her legs began trembling, then her whole body joined in and was trembling, hard.
“That’s it, give in. Say it, baby; say my name. Say it now,” he urged her, pumping away and
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