between them as she
held on.
"So you think that much of your prowess?" She raised her hips to
get her fists closer to his intestines and show his cock who remained
in control.
49
"Yes, and I think that much of what I can offer you." Constantine
pushed down, fighting her hips and stretching her legs apart so he was
between her, his pants shredded and scrunched down at his knees.
Helena clenched her legs around him. "And what is that?"
Constantine pressed their knees together, forcing her further open.
"The council is unseating the Roman Vampire Lord. I'm a contender,
but once I show a soul mate when no others have succeeded, the seat
is mine, ours. All of Europe under you, and with my knowledge of
vampires and yours of humans the Roman Empire will loom again.
Isn't that the kind of power you want?" He got hold of her fists and
pried her fingers open, pulling her arms out to the side then over her
head where he clasped them together at the wrists.
He took one of her breasts into his mouth, holding the areola
between his teeth and licking until her body stuttered under him. Her
nipples pebbled, refusing to play at charades, and he drove himself
inside her, letting her warmth and wetness guide him towards her
darkest need.
Helena tried to knee him in the ribs, but that made him thrust harder
and faster until he had buried himself up to the hilt of his sword, his
balls pressed flat against her pussy. She screamed bloody murder and
between blasts of cussing hissed and mewled to the ceiling, seething
over with anger tinged ecstasy.
She swore his cock grew barbs, which sunk into her walls,
anchoring deep into her nerves and arteries until she wasn't sure
whose sensations blared through her senses. The sounds of fury in her
head had his tone, but echoed in her ears and came out of her mouth in
howls.
Constantine let go of her breast and went for the abandoned one,
sucking it into his mouth as deep as he could. Helena felt like he was
sucking her dry, her nerves springing to life under the ministrations of
his tongue as he nibbled, his love bites sinking past skin and making
her bleed straight down his throat.
She moaned, spine arching to squeeze more of her breast into him,
not caring if his sounds muted into a gagging reflex. She slipped
more of her mound into him, until his teeth pierced her through.
50
Constantine impaled her, refusing to slip out to thrust again, and
forced her ass to contort the pillows into a cocoon that left her trapped
with him on top. He lashed at her breast with the tip of his tongue,
popping it out of his mouth and making her whimper. Yanking her
wrists, her boobs sprung up and hit him in the face, and he snapped
the tip of his tongue back and forth between them.
Helena bucked, her breasts trying to get away from the slaughter
and her hips aimed for his balls.
Constantine released her hands and stroked down her face, thumb
nails landing on either side of her jugular and his hands wrapped
around her shoulder. He pressed in enough to immobilize her. "I like
you this way, quiet and still."
"And I like me this way." Helena raked her nails down his spine,
leaving bloody trails with each nail.
He sliced a line on either side of her jugular and licked up his mess.
Helena shifted under his tongue, forgetting to remove her nails
from residing in his flesh and dug in to feel his tail bone, nail against
bone.
Constantine bent into her nails then barged back into her pussy,
tickling her clit with his hair then burnishing it raw with his thrust.
Helena's hand flew out and clutched his hair, pulling his head hard
into her breasts where any living man would have been smothered.
"Say it," Constantine ordered by withdrawing to the tip of his cock
then boring a new diameter into her pussy.
"Not yet," she squealed, thrashing into him in an undulating wave
of hair and body.
"I can't hold out much longer. You're driving me crazy."
Constantine rode in and out
held on.
"So you think that much of your prowess?" She raised her hips to
get her fists closer to his intestines and show his cock who remained
in control.
49
"Yes, and I think that much of what I can offer you." Constantine
pushed down, fighting her hips and stretching her legs apart so he was
between her, his pants shredded and scrunched down at his knees.
Helena clenched her legs around him. "And what is that?"
Constantine pressed their knees together, forcing her further open.
"The council is unseating the Roman Vampire Lord. I'm a contender,
but once I show a soul mate when no others have succeeded, the seat
is mine, ours. All of Europe under you, and with my knowledge of
vampires and yours of humans the Roman Empire will loom again.
Isn't that the kind of power you want?" He got hold of her fists and
pried her fingers open, pulling her arms out to the side then over her
head where he clasped them together at the wrists.
He took one of her breasts into his mouth, holding the areola
between his teeth and licking until her body stuttered under him. Her
nipples pebbled, refusing to play at charades, and he drove himself
inside her, letting her warmth and wetness guide him towards her
darkest need.
Helena tried to knee him in the ribs, but that made him thrust harder
and faster until he had buried himself up to the hilt of his sword, his
balls pressed flat against her pussy. She screamed bloody murder and
between blasts of cussing hissed and mewled to the ceiling, seething
over with anger tinged ecstasy.
She swore his cock grew barbs, which sunk into her walls,
anchoring deep into her nerves and arteries until she wasn't sure
whose sensations blared through her senses. The sounds of fury in her
head had his tone, but echoed in her ears and came out of her mouth in
howls.
Constantine let go of her breast and went for the abandoned one,
sucking it into his mouth as deep as he could. Helena felt like he was
sucking her dry, her nerves springing to life under the ministrations of
his tongue as he nibbled, his love bites sinking past skin and making
her bleed straight down his throat.
She moaned, spine arching to squeeze more of her breast into him,
not caring if his sounds muted into a gagging reflex. She slipped
more of her mound into him, until his teeth pierced her through.
50
Constantine impaled her, refusing to slip out to thrust again, and
forced her ass to contort the pillows into a cocoon that left her trapped
with him on top. He lashed at her breast with the tip of his tongue,
popping it out of his mouth and making her whimper. Yanking her
wrists, her boobs sprung up and hit him in the face, and he snapped
the tip of his tongue back and forth between them.
Helena bucked, her breasts trying to get away from the slaughter
and her hips aimed for his balls.
Constantine released her hands and stroked down her face, thumb
nails landing on either side of her jugular and his hands wrapped
around her shoulder. He pressed in enough to immobilize her. "I like
you this way, quiet and still."
"And I like me this way." Helena raked her nails down his spine,
leaving bloody trails with each nail.
He sliced a line on either side of her jugular and licked up his mess.
Helena shifted under his tongue, forgetting to remove her nails
from residing in his flesh and dug in to feel his tail bone, nail against
bone.
Constantine bent into her nails then barged back into her pussy,
tickling her clit with his hair then burnishing it raw with his thrust.
Helena's hand flew out and clutched his hair, pulling his head hard
into her breasts where any living man would have been smothered.
"Say it," Constantine ordered by withdrawing to the tip of his cock
then boring a new diameter into her pussy.
"Not yet," she squealed, thrashing into him in an undulating wave
of hair and body.
"I can't hold out much longer. You're driving me crazy."
Constantine rode in and out
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