Blake's Pursuit (Scanguards Vampires, #11)(40)
He jumped up from the bed. “I’ll let you get dressed.”
She watched him turn, giving her a view of his toned butt. “Blake!” She got out of bed and reached for his arm, her decision suddenly clear.
He turned, giving her a regretful smile.
“If you say you’re healthy and you can’t get me pregnant, I believe you.” She drew him closer to her. “Make love to me. Let me feel you.”
“Are you sure?”
There was a wild glint in his eyes, and it sparked something primal in her.
“Yes. Any way you want to.” She’d never given any man carte blanche, but Blake made her want to do anything and everything.
In the next instant, Blake lifted her off her feet, and a few seconds later she found herself with her back against the wall, her legs spread, suspended in the air, only held up by Blake’s strong hands. But she had no time to marvel at his strength, because he was lowering her onto his cock, seating himself deep inside her with one continuous thrust.
“Ohhhhh!” she cried out in surprise. She closed her eyes, overtaken by the sensation of how he filled her so completely. Her channel stretched to accommodate him, and all her nerve endings tingled pleasantly.
“Too much?” he mumbled.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was clenching his jaw, and the cords in his neck protruded, pulsing under the strain, a golden rim around his irises from the light reflecting off the wall.
“It’s perfect,” she managed to say. “You’re perfect.”
As if he’d been waiting for her approval, he pulled back his hips, letting his cock slide from her so only the bulbous head was still submerged, before plunging back into her. His powerful thrust robbed her of the air to breathe. She sucked in some oxygen. “Yes! Oh, Blake, yes. Just like that.”
Why she’d suddenly turned into a woman who liked to be f*cked hard and fast against a wall, she had no idea. But as Blake was taking her like this, thrusting into her with powerful moves, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else. She’d never in her life felt so desired.
“Baby,” he ground out against her lips, while he plunged so deep she thought he was touching her womb. “You feel so good.”
He took her lips as if wanting to eat her alive. His tongue dipped between her parted lips, exploring her, taking possession of her, making her submit to his wishes.
She surrendered willingly, opening up her body to him, giving him what he wanted. And she took what she needed, too. She soaked up all he was willing to give her. The spark that had ignited between them the night before was now burning like a wildfire. Out of control. Hot. Untamed. She’d never felt anything like it before. Never known what making love could be like. How every cell in her body could hum with pleasure.
Blake released her lips, looking at her, as if to reassure himself that she was fine.
He was panting heavily, but he wasn’t slowing down. His body was glistening with perspiration now, and his muscles were flexing with every move he made.
“So close,” he murmured.
He dipped his face to the crook of her neck and kissed her there. She shivered at the contact and tilted her head to allow him better access. “Yes.”
Blake’s moan went through her like a shudder, while his lips caressed the sensitive skin of her neck. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along her heated flesh, simultaneously soothing and igniting her again. Then she felt his teeth rub against her skin, and a corresponding shudder go through Blake’s body.
“Fuck!” he cried out and delivered several more thrusts, his pelvic bone hitting her clit, just as she felt the warm spray of his semen fill her.
Her climax followed his within a second, and she felt herself relax against the wall, Blake still holding her up. For several seconds, all she could do was catch her breath. He didn’t seem to be faring much better.
Slowly he lifted his head and leaned his forehead against hers, exhaling. “This was much more than I’d ever expected.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing, Lilo. Truly amazing.”
She had to smile. He thought she was amazing? She hadn’t done anything. He was the one who’d turned this into an out-of-this-world experience.
She ran her hand through his hair. “Blake, I’ve never felt anything this good. You are—”
He chuckled. “I wasn’t fishing for compliments.” He pinned her with his eyes, the blue in them more vibrant than ever. “And I truly hope that this isn’t the last time you let me make love to you.”
His comment seemed a little out of place, considering he was the most confident man she’d ever met—even more confident than her cocky fictional character, Morgan West.
“Seconds, remember?” she teased.
“Yeah, seconds.” He slid his lips over hers, and kissed her. This time, his kiss was slow and gentle. The tenderness with which he worshipped her mouth was unexpected, but she soaked it up, just as she’d gobbled up his passion earlier.
An eternity seemed to pass before he finally withdrew his cock from her and set her back on her feet.
“How about I get the shower running?” he asked.
“I’d like that.”
He released her from his arms and crossed the room toward the en-suite bathroom. “It’s an old house. The hot water takes a couple of minutes.”