of her ass, the split between her buttocks exposed to his hungry gaze, the wetness coming out of her. As if the thought acted like a trigger, a new rush of desire streaked her stomach and she crumpled the bed sheet in her fingers.
She faced the opposite wall and heard the unmistakable sound of a zip, felt the coarse texture of his jeans against her thighs. Would he take his pants off or just drop them down like a man unable to stall his sexual urges? Tilting her head to catch a glimpse of him, his imperious order halted her.
“Don’t move!”
His harsh injunction increased her lust. She thought her blood was jumping out of her veins. She thought her sex was stretching towards his, reaching for his vampire maleness. She didn’t move. Mouth dry, she had to close her eyes to refrain from moaning.
“You’re so exciting.”
She didn’t move, but she bit her lower lip, keeping a cry inside. He raked his nails on the fullness of her buttocks. A whimper escaped her, and she jerked forward.
“I said don’t move!”
Her breasts felt heavy enough to bring her down, her belly streaked with want. His tip touched her slit, swiftly baring her wet hole. She forced herself to keep still, her instincts screaming with longing. Because she faced the bedroom wall, she pictured Rogan’s hand around his cock, aiming, splitting her inner lips open to grant himself passage.
He gripped her thighs. His strong fingers kneading her flesh, he embedded his dick into her. Her uncontrolled wail seemed to jar his deepest instincts. As harsh as a creature of the night devoid of human emotions, he pounded her. The louder she moaned the harder he penetrated her. Each of his vigorous, persistent thrusts felt like a bar of pleasure driving her towards ecstasy.
He wasn’t making any noise, yet she knew he was loving it. She felt it in her bones. His hands tensed around her thighs from the enjoyment he was giving her and taking out of her. He had wanted her in this carnal position. He had felt the domineering need to possess her like a wolf in heat.
His bestial instincts had taken over. His repeated hits took her breath away, prompting her to lower her head onto the bedspread. She raised her buttocks, and he grunted. She opened up to him completely, and he implanted his cock in her even deeper.
Her sharp cry of unruly satisfaction seemed to let off the true vampire in him. Grasping her hips, yanking her back with every strike of his dick, he banged her time and time again. Her insides on fire, her mind reduced to a bottomless void of pleasure, she bit into the bedspread to stifle the shrieks welling up in her.
He was bringing her to climax so hard she thought she might lose a piece of her humanity. She didn’t feel like a woman anymore, but like an untamed bitch mating for life, a savage she-wolf submitting to the power of the leader of the pack. And she loved it.
She loved the wild vampiric instincts she had brought out in him, the rough pressure of his fingers latched on her waist, the hammering of his engorged cock digging into her.
Somehow she needed what he craved. Once more she forgot all about his poisonous fangs capable of turning her into a vampire. Nothing felt real but the urge to be marked as his, the desperate pull to come while he broke her skin and drank her vital substance. Flipping her hair to the side, she raised her head and bared her neck for him.
“Bite me. Now!”
Totally attuned to her, he bent over to slide his fingers under her shoulders. Still buried in her, he drew her up. Her back pressed against his chest, she began to pant and sob when he cupped her breasts and his thrusts became short and rapid.
She wanted to feel his sharp teeth on her skin. She wanted to feel the biting pain where his fangs pierced her flesh. She couldn’t. As she sensed his mouth coming down on her neck, a gigantic orgasm rocked her out of reality. She came furiously, registering from far away his own grunts of pleasure, and the violent