Bite Me

“Oh Christ,” he said, breaking his mouth away from hers.

She shifted slightly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. He seemed content to let her explore his body, so she began to let her mouth roam freely over his throat. Eventually he stopped her with a groan.

“Love,” he ground out in warning. “If you go any further I'm going to explode.”

Caroline grinned and shushed him. “Just lie back and think of England,” she teased.

His movements were lightning fast. Before she could even blink she found herself on her back with her hands pinned over her head, his mouth ravaging hers. She could still taste herself on his lips. She was utterly helpless underneath him.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist he rocked his hips, grinding his erection against her slit. With each thrust, the entire length of his cock rubbed directly against her clit. “Much as I'd love to continue this, I need to be inside you or I'm going to lose my bloody mind.”

“I need that too,” she said softly.

“We don't carry disease, but I somehow doubt either of us are ready for any little Magnuses running about. Let me get a condom,” he said, as he released her hands and shifted slightly.

The idea of having anything between them seemed wrong, so she held on to him and said words that she'd never spoken in her thirty-two years. “I'm on the pill, Magnus. If you wanted to skip the condom, we could.”

His eyes snapped back to her face, blazing. “You're sure you're okay with that?”

“I want to feel you,” she confessed softly. When he continued to study her silently, she nervously added, “I don't usually do this. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse, but—”

Magnus laid a finger gently against her lips and said, “I don't want any barrier between us either. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't the lust talking. I haven't had any blood in my brain for the last half hour.”

Still on edge, Caroline asked, “Then what are you waiting for?”

In answer, Magnus reached down between them and positioned himself at her opening. Slowly, he pressed his hips forward. “Fuck,” he moaned.

She bit her lip, tilting her head back as she reveled in the sensation of being filled. The feel of him stretching her was unlike anything else she'd ever felt. “Oh god,” she whimpered, her body still adjusting to his size. The sensation fell somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was exquisite.

“You're so tight,” he whispered, his gaze heavy lidded. “You feel like heaven.”

“I feel so full,” she moaned.

When he was fully buried inside her, he stilled. “Do you need a minute?”

“No,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed as her body slowly adjusted to the invasion.

The fingers that had been tangled in her blond tresses tightened as he began to rock his hips against hers in a steady pace. The small bite of pain against her scalp had her eyes flying open. They locked onto his.

He watched her through heavy lids. In a voice that she barely recognized it was so rough with need, he commanded, “Leave them open. I want to watch you come undone.”

It felt more intimate this way, she realized. His gaze was so steady that part of her worried that he could see inside her. It felt too raw. She had to admit, though. Seeing the obvious pleasure in his eyes added to the already mind-blowing sensation.

Mangus leaned back, resting on his knees. The change in position made her gasp as bolts of pure pleasure shot through her system. With each stroke, the head of his cock rubbed directly against her g-spot. She cried out, her back arching, as a completely unexpected orgasm washed through her. “Magnus,” she moaned, her pussy clenching helplessly as he continued to thrust into her.

In answer, he slid his hands up her rib cage to tease her nipples. “The way you're milking my cock, love. Fuck!”

Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her until she was almost breathless. “It's too much,” she panted. “It's too much.”

“Give me another, love. Let go for me,” he ordered, his hips slapping against hers as he pounded into her. He moved one hand down and gave her clit a sharp pinch.

There was no gentle rush of pleasure this time. Instead she slammed into it headlong. Another nearly explosive torrent of pleasure tore through her. She screamed out, her voice hoarse, and clamped down on him like a vise.

In an almost out of body experience, Caroline's vision and hearing went fuzzy. When she came back into herself, she realized that his pace was almost frantic. His movements were erratic as he sought his own release.

She saw the exact moment that his incisors popped out. His eyes shifted toward her neck, then his mouth closed.

“Will it hurt?” she asked him.