Unchained (Men in Chains 3)
Shayna cried out. “You have no idea how good that feels.”
“Yes, I do.” He kissed her, rimming her lips with his tongue. “The chains tell me so much. I can almost feel the pleasure you’re experiencing.”
He loved that she was so ready for him.
He glided into her, thrusting slowly with both his cock and his tongue, matching the movements. Her hands once more grasped at his body, plucking at muscles here and there.
I want you to feel pleasure with me, Shayna.
I am. I will. You’re so damn built, Marius. You make me feel like I won the lottery.
At that, he drew back, smiling. “You’re so beautiful and your eyes have darkened.”
She nodded, lips parted.
Because of their bond and who he was, he already thought of her as his woman, another effect of the chains. But that meant that his woman should have more pleasure than she’d ever known before.
He cupped the back of her neck, holding her steady as he thrust inside her, curling his hips each time. “How does that feel?”
Her lips moved as though she tried to find words, but couldn’t bring anything intelligible forward. He smiled. “Good answer.”
He kissed her again and moved faster this time. I want you to come at least once before I tap in. Blood has an exquisite taste when it’s full of passion.
That’s … I don’t know … wonderful … feels so good … so built.
Her disjointed thoughts pleased the hell out of him. Her body pulled on him low. He knew it wouldn’t take much so he drew back once more. “I’m going to do this fast for you, like last night.”
She gasped and nodded. Please, please, please.
He wanted to watch her come. As only a vampire could do, he moved lightning-fast. Her body arched, her chest swelled, then she cried out. He almost lost it because the sight of her caught in ecstasy, her face growing flushed, had his balls tightening, ready to release. What was it about this woman that got him going?
Having learned a thing or two in four hundred years, he forced himself to calm down. As her body began to relax, he slowed the pace, but kept driving into her steadily. She was breathing hard. “That was amazing.”
His gaze fell to her swollen lips, which he plundered all over again, always moving into her, thrusting deep.
The orgasm had caused her arms to grow limp as she slung them over his shoulders. He loved giving her pleasure, having her satisfied. But he’d soon have her ready for more.
His own need rose as he left her lips and kissed a line down her neck.
“God, yes,” she whispered.
He licked several swipes over her vein, forcing it to the surface. When he felt the pulse beating beneath his tongue, he gave her a quick warning. Ready?
Please, yes, now.
His fangs emerged fully and he struck in a swift bite then clamped his lips around the wound and began to drink. When the first savory drop hit his mouth, he groaned. He thought he’d imagined it before, but now he was sure that he’d never tasted anything like Shayna’s blood—and he’d sampled tens of thousands over the years, human and vampire.
She moaned and writhed against him and he kept driving into her as well, the motions so linked that he had no problem sustaining both at the same time.
He slid an arm around her waist, pinning her tightly to him.
The more he drank, the more his muscles responded, filling with added power.
Her fingers now gripped his shoulders. You feel so good, Marius. Bigger. Is that possible?
Yes. Your blood is this miracle, building me up. My God, who are you, Shayna? It’s never been like this.
This is a dream. Her voice in his head forced his hips to pump faster. She cried out. So good. You’ll make me come again.