Velvet Cataclysm (Princes of the Underground 1) - Page 40

“Don’t. Don’t flagellate yourself, Saint. I loved it,” she whispered. She rubbed her lips against his open mouth.

“You love to have your soul sucked until you’re empty?” he asked dully.

“I hardly feel empty.” She tightened around him for emphasis, liking the way his eyes sparked. But then his face transformed into stone.

“Teslar took a young man to the crystal chamber tonight. We found him after Teslar abandoned it. His name was Elliot. Elliot told me that Teslar had been treating him so sweetly for the past month. What he didn’t tell me, I guessed. He bought him expensive gifts, whispered how special he was into his ear, gave him more sexual pleasure than he’d ever dreamed possible.

“The Iniskium and I interrupted a special little ceremony Teslar had planned for Elliot tonight. He’d been about to pierce his supposed one and only love’s brain with a captive bolt. It would have kept Elliot conscious, but paralyzed, while Teslar proceeded to methodically drain every last ounce of blood from his body for his consumption. Do you want to know what Elliot said to me, Christina?”

Christina felt dizzy with horror, but he continued ruthlessly.

“Elliot wondered what he’d done to make Teslar angry with him. You must be his twin, he said. If you see him, will you ask him to give me another chance?”

“Oh my God,” Christina managed through rubbery lips. “How awful for him. How awful for you. Teslar is a monster.”

He reared up, bracing himself on his hands. “Teslar is my clone. Do you know what that means? Not only do we come from the same bloodthirsty race, we share the same genetic material. We are one.”

Christina felt a tear slip out of her eye when she sensed his wild desperation to make her understand a truth that she had no capability of comprehending. He struck his chest with his fist, the force of his blow alarming her.

“That is what you taunt. A ravening animal. You are blind when it comes to me. You see a reality that isn’t there. You were wrong to tease me when you saw I was losing control…when you knew I would take from you!”

“I think it’s you who’s blind, Saint,” Christina retorted, bracing herself up on her elbows. “You didn’t drink my blood. I hardly feel diminished by the experience. In fact…” she twisted around and met his gaze defiantly, “…I can’t wait to do it again.”

His rigid face convulsed when she dipped her hips, sliding his engorged penis out of her an inch, only to push it back in. She studied him intently as she shifted her hips and rocked him inside of her. At first, he stayed immobile, but she could tell that, like her, his entire consciousness had focused on the tiny tongues of flame caused by her bobbing hips.

“Christina.” He closed his eyes tightly. After a moment, he leaned on one hand and grabbed her wrist. He pushed it to the bed over her head and then switched, doing the same to her other hand. Christina’s face fell into the mattress. He pressed his mouth near her ear.

“You want me to prove to you that I’m an animal, is that it?”

“No. I want to prove to you that you’re not,” she whispered.

He placed his hands next to her shoulders and began to fuck her. Christina whimpered in slight discomfort and intense arousal. The head of his cock was still swollen from his previous climax, although not as large as it had been minutes ago.

While their previous mating had been uncontrolled and boisterous, Christina thought they both held their breath for the first minutes of this joining. Only the sounds of flesh slapping flesh entered her ears. She felt hyperaware of him behind her, knew that he watched himself as he fucked her steadily. Thoroughly. She tried to twist her head so that she could see him, but he pressed a hand to the back of her skull gently, keeping her face on the mattress…blinding her from the powerful sight of him.

Then he nailed their flesh together again and again with a precision that stunned her. Her face contorted in an agony of pleasure. She mindlessly bit into the soft comforter. His cock rubbed her deep. Even though neither of them grunted or moaned, she could hear the arousing, wet sounds of him moving so forcefully in her slippery flesh, the smack of skin against skin.

“Come here,” he said after a minute or two more of this exquisite torture. Even though he’d verbally made a request, he was the one who moved her, sliding her across the silk comforter until her thighs fell off the edge of the bed. He stood with one foot on the ground while the knee of his other leg remained on the bed.

He spread his big hands over her hips and ass, lifting her as he straightened. A shaky cry burst out of her throat as he began to use his arms to slide her pussy up and down his cock. Christina’s mouth sagged open. She stared blindly in the face of the crashing pleasure. He was eerily focused as he drilled into her, creating a nearly unbearable friction. She felt helpless and small as he used his powerful body to completely control the movements.

A moment later she gripped the silk comforter and screamed in orgasm. He continued to fuck her as she came, hard and mercilessly. Jesus, she was going to be sore tomorrow, but she couldn’t care less today, as her vagina clamped madly around his plunging cock and pleasure tore through her. She was so lost in the delicious sensations that it took her a moment to hear him speaking to her as he shifted her limp body yet again.

“You’ve got such a hot little pussy. You burn me every time you come,” he rasped from behind her as he lifted her sagging body. “Up on your knees, baby. Face down on the bed.”

Then he was fucking her again. He had both feet on the floor now and was plunging his cock into her at a downward angle. She moaned in mixed shame and excitement when she realized he’d pushed her ass cheeks wide. She felt the cool, air-conditioned air on her slick perineum and asshole. He held her buttocks tightly, making her an immobile target. He made free with her. When his strokes became more choppy and short, she knew he was about to explode.

He reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit. Christina shouted hoarsely and detonated with him.

This time, he didn’t scold her or try to push her away with blatant reminders of his clone’s evil nature or his bestial race. Instead, he remained standing behind her while the swelling in his cock subsided. He stroked her bottom and back soothingly while her breathing returned to normal.

After he’d calmed her, he reached around her and used his fingers to bring her to climax yet again. The utter precision of his actions stunned her. Certainly she’d never given herself such powerful orgasms, and never so rapidly in succession. It was as if he coaxed reactions from her body she hadn’t known existed.

“You’re magic,” she whispered when he finally withdrew his cock from her body and they embraced on the bed.

“Elliot mentioned something similar in regard to Teslar,” he murmured, his chin on top of her head.

Christina clamped her eyes shut. “You’re not Teslar, Saint.”

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