The Blackest Night (Dusk Before Dawn 3)

“Oh, yeah?” I whispered, twining my arms around his neck.

“Mm-hmm.” His fingers got to work on the buttons lining the front of the shirt he’d loaned to me. “I think you’ll find what I’m going to do to you with my mouth, fingers, and cock to be much more interesting.”

He quickly stripped me out of my bra and skirt before moving down my body to wedge his shoulders between my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation of his heated breath against my damp flesh, staring into his eyes as his hands slid up the underside of my legs to cup my butt cheeks. His thumb rubbed lazily back and forth over my skin, sending jolts of sensation directly to my core. Then the tip of his tongue traced the crease of my thigh, making me shudder.

I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and gripped his scalp. “Just in case my screams didn’t give it away already, I was more than impressed with what you did to me with your mouth earlier.”

“Then hold on tight, angel. Because I’m about to blow your mind.” He flashed me a cocky grin. “I’m dying to have your flavor in my mouth again.”

“It’s only been an hour or two,” I panted as his tongue circled my clit.

I whimpered in need when he lifted his head to murmur, “All it took was one taste, and I’m already addicted.”

He proceeded to get a heck of a lot more than another taste. It felt as though he was devouring me as his tongue, lips, and teeth worked me into a frenzy of need. My back arched in shameless pleasure as he licked up and down before thrusting his tongue inside me. “Oh, yes.”

He chuckled, and the vibration drove me wild. “You like how I play with your pussy, angel?”

“Uh-huh.” I squirmed beneath him, so close to the edge that my body felt as though it was about to fly apart.

“Come on my face, angel,” he coaxed before stabbing his tongue back inside my pussy. I flew apart, and he licked and sucked me through my orgasm. Before I came back down, he slowly worked a finger into me and began to build the pleasure in me again.

Once he was able to fit a second digit past the knuckles, his tongue started to flick my clit. I was practically riding his face, my hands tugging his hair to spur him on. “I’m so close.”

“That’s right, angel. Give me another one,” he urged before he nipped above my mound with one of his fangs.

He curled his fingers inside my pussy, and fireworks burst behind my eyelids. This orgasm was stronger than the last, and I screamed his name. The waves of intense pleasure were still crashing over me when Stephan shifted to cover my body. He’d stripped out of his clothes, and the tip of his dick was notched at my entrance. “Look at me, Bronwyn. I want to see your pretty brown eyes when I take you the first time.”

My lids drifted open, and my gaze met his as he started to work himself inside my pussy. When his cock bumped against the proof of my innocence, he paused to ask, “Are you ready to take all of me, angel?”

My answer was simple. “Yes.”

Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he pulled back before pushing inside me in one full, powerful thrust. I had expected the pain, but it still shocked me. I tensed beneath him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I let out a little whimper. Stephan kissed away my tears and whispered, “I’m so sorry, angel. You were made to take me. It’ll get better soon.”

When the ache started to ease, I did an experimental wiggle of my hips to see if the movement made it worse. There wasn’t any pain. Instead, a spark of pleasure raced up my spine. “It feels so good already.”

“Thank fuck because I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold still.” He pulled out and pushed back in. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so big,” I gasped when his dick stroked against my inner walls.

“My cock has waited centuries to sink inside your sweet pussy.” The pace of his thrusts picked up. He lowered his head to claim my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine. When he lifted his head again, I was breathless. “You were worth more than every single minute. If I knew you were at the end of it all, I’d gladly spend another six hundred and thirty-four years alone.”

“Aw,” I sniffled, my eyes tearing up for a completely different reason this time. “You’re so sweet.”

“Sweet?” he echoed, his hand gliding up my neck to fist my hair. “You can’t say that when I’m balls deep inside you, angel. I’ll be forced to show you exactly how not-sweet I can be.”