“Oh … Noah!” I cried out.
“Very good, Delaine. You’re a quick learner,” he said in approval, and then he rewarded me by taking my nipple into his mouth again and sucking it vigorously while working the bullet around inside me.
I didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on, and I wasn’t even sure why I was trying to differentiate between the two. Because together? Oh my Noah, it was euphoric.
And then it was over. No bullet, no suckling, nothing. I looked at him like he was crazy. Then I found my little Crawford bullet back in the box and on the table.
“You’re not sore?” he asked.
Again I looked at him like he was crazy. “Hell no!” I said with a raised pitch to my voice.
He slid out from underneath me and stood, forcing me to land with a thud in the chair. I was about to protest his quick disappearance when he knelt before me and pushed my knees open. As he leaned forward and hungrily claimed my mouth with his own, his hands pushed my skirt up. I eagerly lifted my hips to assist him, although I didn’t know why he didn’t just slide the damn thing off my legs. This way was kind of hot, though. There was something intensely erotic about being so in the heat of the moment that you didn’t even want to take the time to completely undress.
Noah did not disappoint. I heard the clink of his belt buckle, and then he sat up, unfastened his jeans, hooked his arms under my knees, and yanked me forward until my ass was barely perched on the edge of the seat.
“I want you so fucking bad.” His voice was strained as he pulled the Wonder Peen free of its confines. “And I refuse to wait any longer. Give me what’s mine,” he demanded.
“Take it,” I challenged.
I wasn’t actually trying to be difficult. He knew it, and I knew it. This was just what we did. We challenged each other, and then reveled in the possessiveness we both felt. As much as I’d like to deny it, I couldn’t. It was a guilty pleasure that we both thrived on: raw, animalistic, wild. The hickey that I’d put on him earlier was a stark reminder of that. I reached a hand forward to touch the mark and then looked him in the eye. He knew the message I was trying to convey: Mine …
Noah let out a feral growl and leaned over to attack my mouth with a passionate and brutal kiss. I laced my fingers through his hair and gave him everything I had in me, because if you were going to tango with Noah Crawford, you’d better bring your A-game. He didn’t even bother to shove his pants over his hips before he lined up with my entrance and pushed in slowly.
He broke the kiss abruptly and hissed. “Jesus, kitten. You’re so damn tight.”
The Cooch squealed in delight when she was finally reunited with the Wonder Peen. I could almost see the two star-crossed lovers as they ran across a field of daisies to finally be in each other’s arms. He whispered his apologies; she forgave him of all his transgressions.
It was disturbing, but very gratifying.
Once he was completely sheathed inside—and trust me, it was no easy feat—he hooked his arms under my knees and pushed until I was spread as wide as I could go.
“Oh, Noah,” I gasped, still playing his name game. “Yes … yes …”
He pushed forward so that his hands were gripping the ends of the armrests for further support. His forearms held my legs in place as he bent at the elbows and leaned into me.
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now, Delaine,” he warned with his lips hovering over mine. His breaths were my breaths and I tilted my chin to kiss him, but he pulled out of reach. He let his lips ghost over mine as he finished torturing me. “If I hurt you, tell me, and I might stop.”
“Bring it on,” I said with narrowed eyes, then leaned my head forward and bit his bottom lip.
Noah growled and smashed his lips against mine. I could taste a slight hint of blood, and I knew it was his. It drove me insane with want, so I sucked on his lip, provoking him further. He pulled out of me quickly and then pushed back in a little slower, but it was enough to draw my attention away from his lip. I dropped my head back and arched as he withdrew again and pushed back in harder.
When I looked back at him, I could see the cut and trickle of blood on his mouth. I licked my bottom lip, wanting to taste him again. It was sick, I know, but if you’d ever tasted Noah Crawford, you’d understand why I was jonesing for more.
“I’m supposed to be the vampire, Delaine. Not you,” he reminded me with the increased speed and intensity of his thrusts.
I reached for him and managed to get hold of his hair before he could pull away and deny me what I wanted. I pulled and tugged on his thick locks until he finally submitted and let me force a kiss on him again. I went straight for the blood that was pooling on his lip and scooped it up with the tip of my tongue. Without breaking stride in his thrusts, Noah captured my tongue with his before I could bring it back into my mouth to taste him. We fought for dominance over the kiss and the blood, and it was so goddamned, er, Noah-damned erotic that I nearly came right then.
He broke the kiss and looked down at the place where we were joined, and I followed his lead. His jeans were just barely hanging on to the top of his thighs. That coil in the pit of my stomach kept winding tighter and tighter with the image of his cock slamming in and out of me. But, damn it, he was moving so fast and I wanted the sensation to never end. As if reading my mind, he slowed down so that we could both see better. I watched him lick his lips as a bead of sweat trickled down the slope of his nose and dropped onto my abdomen.
“That’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” he asked as he watched me. I looked back down between my legs and was immediately entranced by the sight. “My thick cock fucking your beautiful, wet, tight pussy. I’m going to come all over that pretty little kitty of yours, Delaine.”
He drew in a long breath and then started pumping his hips faster and faster. It wasn’t exactly vamp speed, but it was pretty damn close. Yes, I felt some discomfort, but no, I didn’t care about it at all.
He gave me one of those sexy crooked smiles and then lunged forward with his teeth bared. I felt them graze across the flesh covering the artery in my neck, and then he sucked hard. The illusion that he’d created, a vampire tasting his mistress in the throes of passion, made me feel like I’d been picked up and slammed into an ocean of orgasmic bliss. It hit me so hard that I couldn’t make a sound; I don’t even think I was breathing. My mouth dropped open, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my back arched, and I dug my nails into the skin of Noah’s back to hold him to me.