by Beth Kery
He was taken aback. He hadn’t been prepared for her fierceness, so he couldn’t defend against his reaction when she suddenly came down over him, straddling his hips with her thighs, her soft mound pressing against his aching cock. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed his back against the chair.
“I won’t let you believe that it’s your sole purpose to suffer,” she said, her fragrant breath brushing against his lips. “I won’t let you sacrifice what’s between us to such an idiotic idea.” She shifted her pelvis, rubbing her pussy against him. He couldn’t stop himself. He grabbed her hips and ground her down against his erection rhythmically.
“I cannot have you, Christina,” he growled. She lowered her face toward him. Against his will, he bit at her lower lip, scraping his teeth against the plump flesh until he felt her shiver.
“I can make you happy. You fed from those women. Why won’t you let me sustain you?” He groaned as she ran her hands along his shoulders and back, dropping rapid, airy kisses along his jaw. Too late, he realized he’d dropped the energy barrier he’d erected between them when Christina made her surprise attack. Now his senses were inundated with her potent vitessence. He flexed his fingers greedily into her firm, round ass and rode her pussy along the ridge of his cock, gritting his teeth at the sensation of her heat penetrating his jeans.
“I never feed from a woman more than once. After that, I run the risk of taking too much of her vitessence and harming her. Christina—” She cut him off by biting his lower lip lightly and coaxing him to kiss her. For a few pleasure-infused seconds he ravaged her mouth. When he realized what he was doing, he lifted his head and swatted her ass.
“What…what are you doing?” she asked in amazement when she found herself in his arms. He didn’t answer until he’d opened the screen door to the coach house.
“Taking you to bed.”
She made a low, sexy sound of satisfaction and began kissing his neck hotly. He carried her up the stairs, knowing she occupied the solitary loft bedroom. He stared straight ahead, focusing on his wavering mission while Christina tormented him with her mouth and nibbling teeth.
He closed her bedroom door behind them.
She cried out in surprise when he tossed her down on the bed. He stared down at the vision of her, her midnight hair splayed across the pillow, her cheeks flushed pink, her full lips parted slightly, making them the sweetest, sexiest target for penetration Saint had ever seen.
Before he knew what he was about, he was sliding his first two fingers between those lips, into the warm, wet haven of her mouth. Her eyes went wide in surprise at his actions.
“You think you know what it would be like to bed a creature such as me?” he growled as he thrust his fingers into her mouth.
She nodded and tightened her lips, sucking hungrily. He cursed under his breath but couldn’t stop himself from penetrating her lush lips again and again.