Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

BEG PROPERLY

VESPER

I drive into her tight heat with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt inside my new fledgling.

She screams, her voice filling the room, her p***y clenching around my c**k, hot and impossibly tight like a vise.

“f**k—Vesper!” she gasps, her nails raking down my back, drawing blood while feeding the monster in me that has waited centuries for this.

“That’s right. Say my name while I ruin you,” I growl low in my throat, the sting of her nails only making me more obsessed with her.

Slowly, I pull my c**k almost all the way out, then slam back into her before setting a punishing rhythm. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her hips already rolling up to meet mine, her n*****s still marked red from my earlier bite, her slick walls fluttering greedily around my c**k.

Her defiance still burns in those beautiful eyes even as her new vampire body betrays her.

Fuck.

I keep going, the blood bond pulsing between us, deep and electric. I can feel her emotions crashing through it.

Fury.

Shame.

And a dark, hungry craving that can't be ignored.

“You feel that?” I rasp against her ear, my fangs grazing the shell. “That’s my c**k inside you, claiming what’s mine. Your dripping wet cunt already knows that.”

“Shut up,” she snarls, but her voice cracks into a moan as I angle my hips and hit that sweet spot deep inside her.

“f**k Vesper. I hate how good—ahh—I hate how you make me feel so good.”

“Your body knows its master,” I laugh darkly, the sound vibrating through my chest. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head again, my other hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises. I lean down and sink my fangs into the curve of her neck again, right over the same mark I gave her before she turned into a vampire.

My vampire.

She arches violently at my bite, crying out as I drink her blood, the sweet liquid exploding across my tongue.

Fuck. It's richer now and laced with my own essence, power, her rebellion.

And sweet, filthy desire.

While I feed, I keep f*****g her in deep, rolling strokes, every blood pull from her vein matching every thrust of my c**k.

Blood and s*x.

The most sacred Nyxris ritual.

She is shaking beneath me, her legs wrapped tight around my waist and pulling me deeper.

“More,” she whispers before she can stop herself.

I release her neck with a wet pop and lick the wound closed, tasting her blood again on my lips.

“Beg properly, fledgling.” I growl.

Her eyes flash with that delicious fire. “I’d rather die than beg you.”

I stop moving completely, still buried deep inside her.

She whines in frustration, trying to grind against me.

But I hold her hips still with inhuman strength.

“You will get nothing if you don't beg,” I say coldly, though my c**k throbs inside her. “I can stay like this for hours and feel you squeezing me. Besides, I will love watching you lose your mind without release.”

“f**k you,” She snarls, making me chuckle. The battle in her eyes is exquisite.

Those eyes are glistening with tears of frustration and lust, telling me all I need to know. The bond between us also makes me feel how badly she needs me and how the new blood in her veins is amplifying every sensation boiling inside her.

She badly wants this.

“You are cruel,” she hisses.

“I am your lord,” I lean down and capture her mouth in a savage kiss, tasting blood and her sweetness.

When I pull back, I whisper against her swollen lips, “Obey me and I will give you everything you want.”

For a long moment she fights it.

“Please…” she breaks finally, her voice coming out small and furious. “please f**k me Vesper.”

Victory surges through me, dark and sweet.

“Good girl.”

I reward her by pounding into her harder, faster, the bed creaking violently beneath us.

“ARRGH!” She cries out, closing her eyes and writhing under me as she absorbs every filthy thrust. I release her wrists so I can grip both her thighs, spreading her wider and folding her nearly in half so I can drive in deeper and deeper.

“That’s my good girl,” I growl. “Take every inch like the needy little rebel you are.”

She moans loudly, the sound turning into broken sobs of pleasure. I feel her p***y tightening, her body racing towards the edge again.

But before she can tumble over, I pull out completely.

“No!” she cries, reaching for me desperately.

“Easy little w***e,” I flip her onto her stomach and yank her hips up, slamming my c**k back inside her from behind in one smooth thrust.

She screams into the silk sheets.

Fuck.

I wrap her long hair around my fist and pull her head back, exposing her throat again while I f**k her mercilessly, my fangs biting into her shoulder.

Her blood is my new obsession.

I start drinking, our new position and her moans of pleasure driving me wild. I keep taking my fill.

But moments later, I feel it.

Her release.

The dual sensation—my c**k stretching her, my venom and blood flooding her system—shatters her completely and she comes hard, her walls spasming around me in powerful waves and soaking my c**k and thighs.

I grunt, enjoying her throbs of pleasure vibrating around my c**k.

But I don’t stop.

I ride her through her release, also chasing my own while she keeps trembling and whimpering in pleasure until I finally spill inside her with a guttural groan, flooding her with spurt after spurt of my c*m.

This is it.

The ultimate seal of our bond and her surrender.

Moments later, I collapse over her, careful not to crush her completely. For several long moments, the only sounds are our ragged breathing.

Next, I press soft kisses along the bite marks I left on her shoulder and neck, my tongue tracing the wounds and healing them slightly on her sweaty damp skin.

“You did so well,” I whisper, stroking her spine.

“What happened between us doesn’t mean I am yours,” she whispers hoarsely and lifts her head, her eyes still glazed with pleasure but also with that spark of rebellion within her.

“Really?” I chuckle and pull my c**k out of her. Next, I turn her to face me, tucking her head against my chest.

She keeps quiet.

But I am not done with her.

“Oh little rebel,” I purr, kissing down her neck while I start tracking lazy patterns on her skin with my fingers. “We are only getting started.”

I slide my hand lower to her cunt and she gasps when my hand cups her soaked p***y before I push two fingers into her, curling my fingers against her sensitive walls and stirring my c*m with her wetness.

“Vesper,” she moans and I watch her eyes widen as I begin stroking her again, building her right back up despite how sensitive she must be.

Fuck. I can already feel her overstimulation and her fresh wave of dark hunger through our bond.

“Vesper—wait—”

“No,” I add a third finger, stretching her while my thumb starts circling her swollen c**t. “You are going to come on my hand again. Then on my tongue. Then on my c**k until you forget every thought except pleasing me.”

She moans again, her hips jerking for more.

I lean in, my fangs grazing her bottom lip. “You are mine, and I am going to bite you while I f**k you one more time right here on this bed. Understood?”

“Yes. Please don't stop,” Her breath hitches, her cunt already tightening around my fingers again.

This night is far from over.

And by morning, her stubbornness will be nothing but sweet, broken moans of pleasure.