Velvet Cataclysm (Princes of the Underground 1)

When she continued to consume him like he was her last meal for weeks, he repeated his instructions with the full force of his ascendancy. It was true that his ascendant function worked inconsistently on her, but when she was distracted, he’d often been able to nudge her actions one way or another.

He inhaled raggedly when she paused mid-staff on his cock. He sensed a sudden caution mixing with her pitched arousal.

She resumed her relentless pace.

He cursed and jerked viciously at his restraints. A crunching sound and a slight give in his right arm told him he’d just cracked the concrete-reinforced bolt. Christina flipped her long hair back and looked up at him with one wide, green eye, her red lips spread wide just beneath the head of his cock. She’d heard the concrete break as well.

“I asked you to stop,” he growled.

It shamed him to have to reveal to her that his incisors were extended in preparation to feed. Gods, this wasn’t going the way he’d hoped. Why did he still want to take from her—consume the essence of Christina—even after his hunger had been satisfied?

Christina merely shook her head slightly and gave the head of his cock a few healthy swats with her tongue. He clenched his teeth in a mounting fury of need and flexed his hips, stretching the leather restraints on his thighs taut. Christina’s nostrils flared. She shifted slightly, the tight clamp of her lips bending his cock forward an inch or two. She maintained eye contact and slid his cock into her mouth slowly, knowing full well he watched every detail of his penis sinking between her stretched, reddened lips. Her tightly clamped fist followed the path of her pistoning mouth.

“You little…” He growled and lunged mightily. The bolt gave in the cracked concrete. Christina paused in her torture. He saw her through a red and gold haze of pulsing, sparking vitessence.

“Getting nervous?” he rasped between pants. A drop of sweat rolled down his abdomen. For a split second, regret flooded his awareness when he saw the anxiety in her gaze.

But then he felt that brief shake of her head again. No. Her lips sunk.

He roared and jerked his straining muscles. The bolt popped out of the wall. Again Christina paused. He barely could see her beautiful face through a red-tinged blur of lust, but he felt perfectly when she vacuumed his cock into the narrow channel of her throat.

The haze completely overcame his vision.

Christina’s heart pounded so loudly in her ears she distantly wondered if she’d have an aneurysm. Her excitement was sharper than it had ever felt, the sensation like a blade in her spirit, a sharp ache in her womb. She watched Saint’s bulging muscles flex yet again as the other bolt popped out of the wall, bringing a patch of drywall with it. She had no choice but to slide the head of his cock out of her mouth. Her lungs burned so badly from panting in arousal, she couldn’t catch her breath by merely breathing through her nose. Her cheek fell to his flexing thigh.

She whimpered in anxiety and lust as she watched Saint hastily release the wrist cuffs and then the leather straps holding his thighs. She glanced up, catching a glimpse of the inferno raging in his blue eyes, before he lunged. He put his arm beneath her waist and, for a second, she was airborne. She barely had time to put her hands down, bracing herself to prevent a face plant on the mattress.

He spread her thighs roughly and parted her buttocks. A cry of surprise popped out of her throat when he held one cheek tightly and spanked it several times. The brisk smacks on her flesh caused warm juice to surge out of her vagina.

“Saint—” she began to protest. She was confused by the acute arousal she experienced from being spanked. But, he interrupted her by grabbing her other bottom cheek and landing several concentrated swats on it.

“That’s what you get for teasing me, Christina,” he muttered once he’d made that buttock sting and tingle.

She gasped when his long erection pressed between the crevice of her ass cheeks and along her spine. It felt like a hot, heavy, iron-hard poker sliding along her skin. He grabbed her hips and pressed her

to him tightly.

“How dare you?” he seethed. “You’re a little girl playing with fire.”

“No,” she retorted between pants of burning air. “I’m a woman giving pleasure to her lover. What’s wrong? Can’t you take a challenge?”

He didn’t move or speak for an eternal second.

His cock lurched in the crack of her ass. “Challenge? You want a challenge?” he roared. He shifted his hips and pressed his cock to her slit. Air exploded out of her lungs when he thrust into her. Before she had time to recover from that fierce possession, he was pounding his cock into her pussy. She keened shakily as wave after wave of sensation crashed into her.

He pressed the back of her head, forcing her down so that only her bottom remained sticking up in the air. She turned her hot cheek onto the comforter as he grabbed her hips and served her flesh to his ravenous cock again and again. The strident smacks of their crashing bodies, the bang of the headboard against the wall, and Saint’s grunts of pleasure all blended into a rich carnal symphony in her lust-addled brain.

Her facial muscles tightened in a convulsion of pleasure. She didn’t need to strain for climax because Saint’s forceful possession was giving her no other choice but to accept it. A whimper of shock popped out of her throat when he suddenly thrust a thumb into her asshole while he continued to drive his cock into her pussy. Her eyes sprang wide.

“That’s where you deserve to get it for being such a tease. That’s where you’ll get it the next time you pull something like this too.”

Her rectum tightened around his thick thumb. Her vagina writhed and contracted around his pounding cock. His growl sounded ominous. She cried out at the sensation of his penis swelling inside of her. Every nerve in her body lit up as climax tore through her flesh.

She lost herself for a few seconds…a few minutes? Wave after torrential wave of pleasure battered her consciousness, leaving no room for anything else.

The next thing she was aware of was Saint panting near her ear. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose. Christina gulped air. Her vagina tightened reflexively around his huge, swollen cock. He grunted.

She clamped her eyes shut and tried to calm her body after its plunge into the storm-battered realms of ecstasy. Eventually, she found the strength to turn her head so that their faces were less than an inch apart. His fragrant breath hit her face in puffs. She tried to read his expression, but when she couldn’t, she read his mind.