went on instinct. She bit, scraped and clawed,
tearing into Kellen’s iron-like cock with all the desire she was feeling. One
hand shifted to his sac, pinching and squeezing, attacking it as she worked her
way up and down his shaft. The more out of control she was the more frantic his
grunts became. He reached down, capturing her head, holding her exactly where
he wanted as he fucked her mouth until his cock erupted, filling her throat
with his salty cream. The entire experience excited her beyond belief. She felt
her own wetness seeping from her pussy. Had she been in the position to squeeze
her legs together she suspected she would have come with him.
“Drink, Frankie. All of it,” he commanded, pumping the last
of his cum into her mouth.
Kellen relaxed his grip, giving Frankie the freedom to move
as she wished. She took her time, licking him clean, running her lips over his
still-semi-hard shaft. When she looked she could see slight indents where she’d
bitten him. The whole experience amazed her. Never had she acted in that manner
before. But then she’d never had a vampire cock in her grasp either. Even as
the thought entered her mind she dismissed it. It wasn’t that he was a vampire.
It was that he was Kellen, a man unlike anyone she’d ever met who brought out
desires she’d never known she had.
Kellen watched Frankie suck his cock and shook his head.
He’d gone a year, no, longer without having enough of an urge for sex to do
anything to satisfy it. Now, in no time at all, this woman, sexy yet broken as
she was, had him unable to do without. He wanted her so badly the thought of
not having more of her was boarding on physical pain.
It was not a sensation he was at all familiar with but this
wasn’t the time to analyze it. Not when Frankie was still gloriously naked
before him. Not when he could scent her rising desire. Gods, the smell of her
excitement alone was enough to make him wild. The things he wanted to do to
her, with her, were limitless and racing through his mind so fast he couldn’t
decide where to begin.
Pulling Frankie’s hands from his legs, Kellen yanked her to
her feet. His overwhelming need had him nearly feral. He wanted her more than anything
he’d ever wanted in his six-hundred-plus years. He wanted to devour her, but
knew he had to hold back. She might come across as tough but he’d already
determined that was mostly bravado brought on by the circumstances of her life.
The reality was that Frankie was a delicate woman, a human, whom he could harm
so easily.
Kellen kissed her, growling at the taste of himself on
Frankie’s tongue. His growl caused her to moan. The sound went straight through
him. In a flash he had pinned her to the bed. She was so tempting. Every fiber
of his being pleaded for a taste of her blood. As he kissed his way down her
body Kellen resisted her neck. Instinctively he knew that biting her there was
not a good idea. If he sampled her throat he’d never stop.
When he reached her luscious chest he scraped her nipple
with his fang. Frankie gasped and arched her back as if in offering. He didn’t
refuse and sucked her stiffened peaks, tugging and pulling much harder than
intended. The more he did, the tighter she held his head to her chest. Kellen
could finally sense her thoughts and the excitement radiating through her mind
was close to overwhelming. He reflected it back to her, wanting to provide her
with as much pleasure as he possibly could.
After lavishing none-too-gentle attention on her breasts, he
moved lower. Her scent made him insane. Over and over Kellen plunged his tongue
into her soaked core, lapping up her sweet cream. Frankie was writhing against
his mouth, pressing her pussy to his face, seeking more, so Kellen replaced his
tongue with his fingers and found her clit with his mouth. The jolt of
sensation he felt when he nipped at it the same instant his fingers stroked her
sweet spot went straight to his cock. He shared his desire