42. Just a little taste

She moved against him, her own hands moving over his skin. He was so young and virile… so alive. She could feel the lust rolling off him in waves like the heat from the fire. She moved her mouth up to his shoulder, kissing along the firm muscles there. Her lips moved across a cut and her tongue tasted the metallic liquid that flowed through his veins. She made a soft moaning sound. Had she not fed so recently, she would not have been able to resist her urges. As it was, his taste was like honey on her lips.

She moved her head up, careful to avoid his neck. She moved her body closer to his, her soft curves conforming to his body as her lips found his. There was no pretense of sweetness or timid uncertainty. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, seeking that tight line of his mouth and pushing through it. She delved into his mouth, tasting him there in a more innocent fashion. Her lips sealed firmly around his, the kiss dripping with passion not felt in far too long.

Yes, if he was going to die by the cold or by her, he was going to die happy. Even if he were to die in the next second, he would be happy. The moment he felt the silken glide of her skin over his aching body, he felt bliss. Her smooth skin was intoxicating. It made his blood pump faster and adrenaline slide through his veins, numbing the pain he felt until it was simply unimportant.

As she made her way up, his hand remained at her bottom. His fingers flexed, squeezing and massaging her firm cheek. She moved to get closer, and he offered her help, gently pulling her leg over the top of him so she could kneel above him. Her kiss came, his tongue flashing out to meet hers, just as he once more found her ass.

He stroked her lower back, barely touching those ripe curves, and urged her down until she could feel the hot, marbled length of his cock rest comfortably between her cheeks; merely showing her how much he wanted her.

She could smell how delicious he would taste and she found hard against the urge to just sink her fangs into him and drink until she had her fill. It would more than likely kill him, though, and she didn’t want that. She could even smell the sweet tang of the adrenaline that coursed through him. She understood now why so many female vampires took lovers to bed before feeding. A low growl of restrained instinct rumbled from her lips as she kissed him.

The growl turned into a moan of desire as his hands gripped and moved her towards him. Kinn could feel his length against her skin, demanding attention. She moved her hips a bit, letting the solid length of him slip smoothly between her moist petals. As his ridged head rubbed against her nerves, she gasped softly. She moved her hips slowly, not wishing to cause him any unnecessary pain if she could help it.

Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers moving through his hair and fanning out. Quickly though, her fingers curled and her hand gripped his hair hard, pulling him closer to her as she deepened the kiss, her tongue moving against his with need. She broke the kiss abruptly and looked at him, her eyes boring into his.

“Tell me what you want, Marcus.” She said, speaking his name even though he had never given it to her. Her hips continued to move against him, her silken lower lips gliding along his hard length.

No fear registered in his brain, even when she growled at him. He knew this was dangerous. He knew she could kill him. That was why he wanted to have her. To claim her while he could. When she pulled at his hair, he hissed slightly at the brief pain that rapidly turned to pleasure.

His own freehand fisted in her hair, holding her just as tightly into the kiss as he could. Lips sliding, nudging, parting hers. Teeth scraping across her plump mouth while his tongue greedily thrust into her mouth; dancing forwards, then back, curling with hers in an erotic wet caress.

A groan tore out of him as she pinned his thick erection against his belly. He could feel each soft press of her outer lips and the slippery kiss of her moist petals drifting up and down along the underside of him. Then her mouth was off him and he let out a growling whine of complaint but made no move to stop her.

His eyes flashed, darkening even more when she spoke his name after her request.

“Everything,” he whispered harshly, giving a slight twist up with his hips to rub his smooth head and its ridge against her clit as it passed. “I want to taste your breasts, touch every inch of your skin. I want you on my face so I can taste and feel when you orgasm. To ride me and allow me to fill you up, I want you to suck my dick and balls. Do I have to say more?”

She moaned softly as he made his demands. It was almost cute how he was almost trying to dominate her. It wouldn’t happen, but it was quaint to see that touch of masculine dominance try to assert itself.

So many choices and all the time of the night to explore them. She wouldn’t tire, but he would. She would have fun with this while she could, and why shouldn’t she? He was so sure he was going to die that he was going to risk sleeping with her, to enjoy that rapture of release again.

Kinn moved and slide down his body, his now slick cock rubbing against her belly and between the valley of her breasts before resting against her chin. She kept her eyes locked on his as she moved to lower her mouth onto him, lifting him a bit as her fingers wrapped around his length. She stopped as she was about to let him enter her mouth, and she spoke to him, letting her lips brush against his sensitive head.

“I want you to talk to me while I’m doing this for you. I want to know what you feel.”

Without waiting another moment, she pressed him between her lips, lowering all the way until her nose rubbed against his stomach, her lips touching the back of him. She moved back up, wrapping her fingers around him again, and stroked him as she moved up and down.

Marcus was absolutely trembling with need by the time the vampire settled between his legs. She was in control and he could see that clearly, even though his training told him not to let her have power over him. With a great effort, he let his hands slide off her and shifted to prop up on his elbows. Supporting his upper body would keep his hands out of reach.

Tell her how it felt? That thought flitted through his mind, then flew right out the other side when her mouth swallowed the entire length of his dick. A strangled moan escaped him, one of lust and slight unease. There was a bloodsucker with her lips pressed down to his balls. He shook slightly, struggling hard not to thrust up against her.

“Hot,” he blurted out, reminding himself that he was supposed to speak. “It’s hot. And - ugh - right there!”

His words turned into a shout when her tongue rubbed across a sensitive bundle of nerves just below the smooth head. He squirmed, shifting his hips slightly, but remained still otherwise.

“So good. Your lips are so soft... ah, ah yes. A little harder.”

Kinn inhaled, taking in his musky scent. She moaned softly when she moved down again. The head of his cock rested in the back of her throat, the vibrations hitting it. She moved up again, letting her free hand move down to cup his balls, toying with them gently as she moved her mouth up and down.

She kept her mouth on him but used her legs to move over his leg and around to where she was at a 45-degree angle with him. She pumped her head up and down his length a few times, moving as she was. Soon, her knees were near his shoulders. Then, one knee lifted and over his head, positioning herself over his face, just like he had originally asked.

She popped him out of her mouth, her hand still stroking him. Kinn kissed down beside him and moved her mouth to where her hand was still playing and gently tugging at his balls. She kissed, licked, and sucked over the sensitive skin that held them.

A steady flood of praises, moaning, and begging poured out of Marcus’ mouth. This was beyond any thrill he had ever gotten. Even when a woman had done this service to him, it had never felt this good. And there was the ever-burning, underlying threat that at any point she could bite him and suck more than seed out of him.

When she began moving, he shifted to lie back and reminded himself to be patient. To let her control, to leave the reins in her hands. The force of will it took him to do that was incredible. He gently thrust up against her mouth once or twice, unable to hold back the reflexive motions.