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hard flesh. His lips covered hers as he pulled her hips close, his hard cock grinding against her hungry mound through the material of his pants.
It wasn’t enough and she groaned in frustration, desperate to feel his thick cock filling her. Her hands moved to his fly, tugging it apart with the same hungry desperation he’d used on hers. They both worked to shove his pants to the floor, where he hurriedly kicked them aside.
With his hands gripping her ass, he lifted her so her legs could encircle his waist as he walked back into the bedroom. She ground her pussy then held on tight to his shoulders to lift herself slightly. With a long, low growl she sank her pussy down onto his pulsing shaft, taking him clear to her womb.
They didn’t make it to the bed. Instead he shoved her against the wall, pushing his cock even deeper. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her cries of delight as he pounded into her, sending her senses reeling out of control. Pinned to the wall as she was she couldn’t move with him but had to take what he gave her. And what he gave her was heaven. She could feel every delectable inch of his shaft as he moved in and out, his cock stretching her with every pounding thrust into her pussy.
His grunts mingled with her cries as his thrusts became even more powerful, demanding even more from her. He bit at the sensitive flesh below her ear, his teeth gently scraping across her skin. Something pricked her then a trickle of warm fluid slid down her neck.
The slight bite of pain only intensified her pleasure and her orgasm slammed through her instantly. She screamed, holding tight to Marcus as he pressed deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit, intensifying her pleasure until he too stiffened.
Pulling away from her neck, he reared his head back and growled, shoving himself into her hard, spilling his warm seed into her pulsing channel.
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“You’re mine, Tonya,” he growled and she opened her eyes to stare at him in dazed wonderment. “Only mine.”
Blood coated his lips and she rubbed her finger across it in confusion. Lifting her hand, she touched the side of her neck and winced at the sharp bite of pain. His eyes widened slightly then filled with concern. Pulling her hand away from her neck, she stared in shock at the blood on her fingers.
Their gazes met and locked as realization dawned for Tonya. “What did you do?”
she whispered.
Keeping her pinned to the wall with his hips, he lifted his hands to cup her face.
“I’m sorry, sweet. You weren’t ready for this.”
“For what?” she croaked.
Fear raced through her veins and she would have run if given the chance. Now that her vision had cleared somewhat she could see his fangs. Fangs? What the hell? Reaching out, she touched one, feeling the sharp tip. She pulled her hand away as though burned.
As she watched they slowly receded but the magnitude of what had just happened still hung between them.
“You’ve become a part of me,” he whispered.
Her heart stopped then sped out of control. What did he mean a part of him? Was he a vampire? Was that even possible? “Let me down.”
“No.” He put his palms against the wall, holding her in place. “Not until we talk.”
She gritted her teeth, shooting daggers at him as he stared down at her. “Then talk.
What are you?”
“I’m half vampire, half warlock. I’m what they call a day walker.”
“What about feeding? Aren’t vampires supposed to feed on the blood of others? Is that what you just did to me?”
“I don’t need to feed, not like a normal vampire. But the urge to bite intensifies when I’m with my true mate.”
Her eyes widened. “Your what?”
“My mate. You, Tonya.”
Removing one hand from the wall, he held a warm washcloth before her face, his eyebrow raised in question. She nodded slightly, her body tense. She held herself as stiff as possible as he gently placed it against the side of her neck.
“Where did you get that?” she
It wasn’t enough and she groaned in frustration, desperate to feel his thick cock filling her. Her hands moved to his fly, tugging it apart with the same hungry desperation he’d used on hers. They both worked to shove his pants to the floor, where he hurriedly kicked them aside.
With his hands gripping her ass, he lifted her so her legs could encircle his waist as he walked back into the bedroom. She ground her pussy then held on tight to his shoulders to lift herself slightly. With a long, low growl she sank her pussy down onto his pulsing shaft, taking him clear to her womb.
They didn’t make it to the bed. Instead he shoved her against the wall, pushing his cock even deeper. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her cries of delight as he pounded into her, sending her senses reeling out of control. Pinned to the wall as she was she couldn’t move with him but had to take what he gave her. And what he gave her was heaven. She could feel every delectable inch of his shaft as he moved in and out, his cock stretching her with every pounding thrust into her pussy.
His grunts mingled with her cries as his thrusts became even more powerful, demanding even more from her. He bit at the sensitive flesh below her ear, his teeth gently scraping across her skin. Something pricked her then a trickle of warm fluid slid down her neck.
The slight bite of pain only intensified her pleasure and her orgasm slammed through her instantly. She screamed, holding tight to Marcus as he pressed deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit, intensifying her pleasure until he too stiffened.
Pulling away from her neck, he reared his head back and growled, shoving himself into her hard, spilling his warm seed into her pulsing channel.
42
“You’re mine, Tonya,” he growled and she opened her eyes to stare at him in dazed wonderment. “Only mine.”
Blood coated his lips and she rubbed her finger across it in confusion. Lifting her hand, she touched the side of her neck and winced at the sharp bite of pain. His eyes widened slightly then filled with concern. Pulling her hand away from her neck, she stared in shock at the blood on her fingers.
Their gazes met and locked as realization dawned for Tonya. “What did you do?”
she whispered.
Keeping her pinned to the wall with his hips, he lifted his hands to cup her face.
“I’m sorry, sweet. You weren’t ready for this.”
“For what?” she croaked.
Fear raced through her veins and she would have run if given the chance. Now that her vision had cleared somewhat she could see his fangs. Fangs? What the hell? Reaching out, she touched one, feeling the sharp tip. She pulled her hand away as though burned.
As she watched they slowly receded but the magnitude of what had just happened still hung between them.
“You’ve become a part of me,” he whispered.
Her heart stopped then sped out of control. What did he mean a part of him? Was he a vampire? Was that even possible? “Let me down.”
“No.” He put his palms against the wall, holding her in place. “Not until we talk.”
She gritted her teeth, shooting daggers at him as he stared down at her. “Then talk.
What are you?”
“I’m half vampire, half warlock. I’m what they call a day walker.”
“What about feeding? Aren’t vampires supposed to feed on the blood of others? Is that what you just did to me?”
“I don’t need to feed, not like a normal vampire. But the urge to bite intensifies when I’m with my true mate.”
Her eyes widened. “Your what?”
“My mate. You, Tonya.”
Removing one hand from the wall, he held a warm washcloth before her face, his eyebrow raised in question. She nodded slightly, her body tense. She held herself as stiff as possible as he gently placed it against the side of her neck.
“Where did you get that?” she
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