He leaned down and began to scrape his teeth over the skin on her back. He progressed with agonizing slowness. She cried out at the intensity of pleasure that shivered through her flesh, as though his teeth were capable of awakening nerves in her body she hadn’t known she possessed. She gasped and moaned, but he just continued to awaken her body with a precise deliberation.
He dragged his teeth across her, sensitizing every patch of skin, pausing occasionally to gently bite at the tender flesh of her hip or to taste her with his warm tongue. If his scraping teeth were gentle, his hands were bold and greedy. He molded the flesh of her hips and buttocks into his palms, shaping it beneath his hungry mouth. He bracketed her waist, holding her in place as he knelt behind her and ran his fangs over the tender flesh of her bare ass.
Her nipples tightened almost painfully at the intimate caress. Her clit pinched in pleasure, causing her to cry out.
“Saint.” Christina didn’t know how it could be, but if he continued to run his teeth over her tingling skin, she would be cresting in climax. He responded to her shaky plea by pressing a kiss between the cheeks of her ass and rising behind her. She moaned when she felt the heat emanating from his groin onto her bare bottom.
He moved his large, warm hands upwards, the slide of his slightly rough palms against the hypersensitive skin at the side of her body making her tremble. She felt vulnerable bent over like this, naked and raw with need.
But Saint’s caressing hands and sinful mouth also made her feel exquisitely prized.
And totally possessed.
She’d been panting, but her breath burned, stuck in her lungs when his hands crept toward her suspended breasts. The thought of him touching her nipples—of him running his fangs over that most tender of flesh—caused a flash of liquid heat to surge through her sex.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
His roughly uttered words caused the air to explode out of her lungs. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted, spinning her in a fluid movement. One large hand palmed a breast as he pushed her over a supporting forearm, forcing her back into an arch. She sensed his palpable stare on her.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen…and I’ve lived a long, long life,” he muttered.
He lowered his head. She felt his warm breath ghost
ing her skin. Her eyes went wide in shock when he scraped his fangs over the curving underside of a breast.
He put his hand over her mouth a split second before a scream erupted from her throat. He kept her mouth covered as he continued to pleasure her and she keened into his muffling palm.
Obviously, Saint had learned long ago what to expect in these circumstances.
Dear God, she’d had no idea he could evoke such a cataclysm of sensation inside a woman’s body. By the time he slipped an aching nipple inside his warm, suctioning mouth and lashed at the captive flesh with his tongue, Christina’s entire body shook.
He ran his fangs ever so gently over a beaded nipple. She clutched at his soft, tousled hair and climaxed.
“That’s right. Come for me. Feed me, lovely,” she heard him rasp as if from a distance, his lips moving next to the skin of her neck. She felt his teeth sink into her, the sensation causing her orgasm to ratchet up to a level that she checked out for a few seconds, consumed by bliss.
“Stina.”
She blinked her eyes open sluggishly when his rough voice penetrated her sensual haze.
“Brace yourself against the tree. You’ve had your pleasure. Now I will take mine.”
Christina realized he’d turned her. He bent at the knees and pressed the front of his naked body to the back of hers. The raw need roughening his voice and the sensation of his hot, teeming cock pressing into the crevice of her ass cheeks made her comply without thought.
He must have sensed her disorientation following her orgasm, because he helped her to position herself, assuring himself that her palms held her secure against the trunk, encouraging her to spread her thighs to accommodate him. Christina stared blindly at the tree bark, every last ounce of her focus on the feeling of Saint behind her…on the sensation of his cock pressed into the flesh of her ass.
He moved and she knew he’d taken his cock into his hand, preparing to enter her. Christina shivered like the canopy of the leaves of the oak tree above her when another breeze swept over her heated skin. But she wasn’t cold. She steamed when she felt Saint press the succulent, fat head of his penis into the mouth of her pussy.
He placed his hand at the small of her back and pushed down softly.
“Bend over more,” he rasped, his lust-thick voice increasing her trembling.
She complied, sending her tailbone higher. He softly caressed her ass, the gesture striking her as delicious.
“And Stina?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to ride you hard. Brace yourself.”