“I’ve had heart surgery,” she said, her voice tight.
Understatement of the year. There was a lot here, a lot she was not telling him, a lot to worry about. But explanations could wait. For her sake he could not freak out.
“I see.” He drew his fingers up the scar tissue to the clasp on her plain white bra. One click set her gorgeous breasts free. Heavy bottomed breasts, creamy soft with dusky nipples, just as he expected. He did not have to playact, he forgot the scars within seconds.
There was something to be said for being enslaved. He could spend the rest of his life just like this. There was not an inch of her that did not taste like heaven. He explored the soft, round curve of her hips, the depth of her navel, and returned to her breasts again and again until they were flushed and swollen. She held them high for him, gasping in pain but begging for more as he abraded her nipples with flicks of his rough tongue. He made his way back down her belly to her panties. They were soaked and reeking with her tang. He licked her through the fabric, savoring the hint of yielding flesh and the low moans that came from her.
He pulled the fabric away from her body and made a slit through the crotch with his sharp nail. The next time he swiped her with his tongue, he passed his tongue through the hole to lick raw, hot flesh. She screamed in surprise, and screamed again when he found her clit and began to suck.
“Stop it.” She grabbed him by the ears. “I can’t take it. Fuck me.”
Not a problem.
“Con-condom,” she panted.
“Don’t need one.” No disease transference, and he couldn’t impregnate a human. But that was more than he could explain at the moment.
No argument from her. A miracle. She just spread her legs and gave him a look that said, “Hold back and die.”
Again, not a problem. Gregor lifted her hips and rammed home, claiming her in fine old vampyr style.
Inside, her cunt throbbed around him, hotter than her mouth, and so tight he thought he’d entered paradise. He caught her around the waist—a surprisingly small waist compared to her generous ass—drew back and claimed her again, just as hard. She sank her nails into his shoulders and raised her lip at him in a snarl. Though she shook like a leaf, she said, “Again.”
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slammed into her and held, pressing up. She yowled but did not try to squirm away.
“This cock is yours, Madelena, understand? But your ass is mine.”
In response she gushed, slick and hot, and took all of him. Dizzy, overwhelmed, he dropped his head to her shoulder, she held him tight, and they began to slide together.
“Gregor,” she groaned, “it’s so good. Why’s it so good?”
His thoughts exactly, even with the line of her jugular throbbing by his cheek.
They rolled, and she came out on top. Gorgeous, self-satisfied, she extracted her pleasure from him in rolling, circular thrusts, leaning low so that her nipples scraped his chest. He slipped his hand between their bellies and found her clit.
“God, yes!” she cried. “Don’t stop!”
He watched the orgasm take her, saw her eyes glaze over, saw her flush from the breasts up. She tensed, hands braced on his chest, her lips parted in anticipation. The contractions began. A strong, pulsing beat grabbed his cock, and her hips jerked over and over. Even when she fell forward on his chest, so limp and warm, she still fluttered inside.
She might have been done with him, but he was nowhere near done with her, and that was no one’s fault but hers.
He said, “On your knees, darling.”
All she did was moan, so he hoisted her into position.
She muttered something into the mattress. It sounded suspiciously like “such a bastard”.
It took only a tug to tear off what was left of her panties. Her ass looked lovely hoisted in the air: round, fat and creamy smooth. His caress left a faint pink mark on her sensitive skin. She made a lazy, contented noise and fell over on one side.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He lifted her up again, and this time gave her a warning slap on the ass. It made a cracking noise, which was followed immediately by her gasp of indignation. A bright pink handprint glowed on one cheek.
“Son of a bitch!”
He slapped her other cheek, and this time, she did not complain—she moaned. She dropped her head low and raised her ass high, asking for more.
And here he thought he could not possibly be more turned on. They’d have to explore spanking later, some day when she was particularly mouthy and deserving. He kissed one flaming handprint, and tested his teeth on her tender flesh.
“We’ve got a long way to go, Madelena. A long way until I’m done with you.”
He teased her with the head of his cock, running it between her cheeks and up her wet cleft.
“It’s yours,” he reminded her, just before he slid home. She accepted him with a low grunt of pleasure.
The part of him which was always in tune with Tangiers heard the change in the beat thumping through the walls. The DJ was transitioning the music to fill the floor, and he would keep the floor ecstatic and sweating until dawn. The volume rose too, and the thrumming bass resonated in the bed frame.
As if waking with the club, Madelena came up to her hands and knees. He covered her, cupping her body under his, so he was inside, over her, around her. He pressed his mouth to her ear, and felt the rounding of her cheek as she smiled. Once again she tilted her head to one side and offered him her throat. Unable to resist this time, he nipped her. She hadn’t forbidden biting, after all, just drinking.
She cried out in surprise and fear, but at the same time her pussy clenched and spasmed, exciting him more.
“Gregor! Shit!”
He released her, she relaxed, and he nipped her again, this time punctuating it with a thrust. For a long moment they hung suspended, her flesh in his teeth, her breath harsh in the air, his need washing over him like a red wave.
When he let her go, all hell broke loose. She went wild under him, bucking and twisting. She was so wet that he could hear it when they slapped together, so wet that her juice coated his balls and ran down his thighs. He fought to keep her under him, and he used his teeth and arms do it. Never had he been so rough with a woman, but then again he had never had a woman like this in bed. With other lovers he was always careful, with her, all he wanted to do was fuck her inside out, devour her alive, and lay around in the afterglow gnawing on her bones.
And that seemed okay with her.
“Yes!” she screamed, pumping as hard as he was, her skin slippery with sweat sliding against his. “Oh God, yes!”
Choking and cursing, she came again, shuddering until she fell flat on her face in exhaustion. He fell with her, sparing her none of his weight. He slithered in her sweat, a mindless rutting animal, lost in the soft heat of her body.
As he passed the point of no return he reached for her hands. His last clear memory was that she was holding on to him.
Thank you, oh Lord, for granting me one last glorious fuck.
When lightening did not strike her down, Maddy grinned into the mattress. God wanted her happy, that she knew, and he must have preserved her through that last encounter, otherwise she was sure her heart would have seized in the middle of it. At times she’d been dangerously dizzy, but she ignored the warnings and held nothing back. That sex had been worth dying for.
Gregor amazed her more every moment. He was not just intriguing, he was sexy; he wasn’t just sexy, he delivered; he didn’t just deliver a good fuck, he fucked her like he had a hard line to her brain.