She chewed her lip and winced. Her nose filled with the scent of brown sugar and caramel, and something smoky, like hickory or burning firewood, marshmallows, maybe, chocolate? S’mores. She loved s’mores. She felt a tingling in her arms and legs and her temperature rose.
He nibbled on her lower lip, “Open your legs for me, baby. We don’t need any of that KY, do we? You get so wet for me, don’t you?”
“Nnno…” she moaned, “Leave me alone. Let me go.” Her words didn’t match the tone of her voice at all. She was a breathless and quivering mess.
He fisted her t-shirt and she heard the fabric rip. He ripped it straight up the middle and then tore it off.
She grimaced. He unclasped her bra and took her breasts in his hands and started to kiss her neck. She involuntarily arched her back but muttered, “Don’t.”
“Baby.” His voice dripped with sex. His naked skin was so smooth. He smelled so good, “Don’t you know that yes means yes and no means fuck, yes?” He let out a sexy chuckle. Before she knew it, her fingers trailed up his strong arms and gripped his biceps as he hovered over her.
“Fuck yeah, good girl,” he whispered as he parted her legs with his knee.
Tristan’s teeth grazed a nipple and she felt his fangs protrude. Her breath hitched; he didn’t pierce the skin but ran his nose up her chest and into the crook of her neck, “I almost never bite the throat,” he said, “I bite the thigh so that it doesn’t show the marks. Women are less likely to wonder why there’s a mark on their leg than their throat. But with you, with you…I want to brand you. Need to bite you. I want my marks all over your body, want anyone who looks at you to see that you’re mine.” The word ‘mine’ reverberated through her every cell. His teeth pierced her throat and it burned. She dug her nails into his shoulders. She was panting.
The sensation of pain from pierced skin quickly started to numb and then her throat tingled and she could feel the blood surge through her veins toward his mouth. It felt like every vein in her body directed blood to him, for him. Her body erupted in goose bumps everywhere. Suddenly, inexplicably, she needed to get closer to him.
She grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull him closer, though he couldn’t be any closer. She felt empowered, then, like it was her quest to feed him, like it was what she was built for. Kyla’s fingers threaded through the soft waves on his head and then the pads of her fingers pawed at his head like a cat kneads its owner.
“Oh no,” She heard herself say.
He groaned, “Oh yeah.”
His hand splayed across her hip and then reached into the folds of her vagina and his fingers prodded into her opening where she was already slick. He twirled his fingers to spread the moisture over the whole area and then slid one and then two fingers inside. His mouth released her throat and he licked the wound, which brought her instant relief from the sting but it startled her; she felt disconnected when he let go and it left her feeling bereft.
“What’s happening to me?” she asked aloud. Her mind twirled around that thought, reaching for it but unable to grasp. She let it flutter away and then her focus sharpened to what was happening south of her waist.
“Your body knows you’re mine,” she thought she heard him whisper but she wasn’t sure. It was like the words were in her head instead of in the air.
“Tristan?” she asked softly, wondering if that’s what he’d said. She felt herself floating and slowly swirling, it felt like her veins were throbbing, but not painfully, more like opening, blooming.
His erection poked her hip and then he was suddenly inside of her, deep inside of her. She clenched as hard as she could with her kegel muscle and a primal-sounding grunt escaped his mouth. He angled upward and hit her sweet spot. He kissed her eyelids and then found her mouth with his, “Oh Kyla…Princess…Open your eyes; look at me.”
Oh he did NOT just call me Princess!
That word unleashed an orgasm that came quickly and sliced through her like a dozen spikes and she felt like she was ripping in two. It was a heady combination of pleasure and pain,
“Fuck!” she grunted, “Tristan please…” she didn’t know what she was pleading for. His burning gaze was so intense she felt like she was coming unglued.
He pumped into her ruthlessly and dragged his hands from her hips up to her armpits and then pinned her tight to the bed and sank his teeth into her left shoulder. Kyla let out a yelp but thrust her pelvis at him.