Rhapsody’s breath caught as she felt the throbbing length of her Master’s erection slide against her folds.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
The movement teased and seduced, made her absolutely shameless as it drove her into moaning and writhing…until she could no longer take it.
“Master…”
Her voice came out begging and trembling.
“Master, please…”
It was the sign he was waiting for, and his gaze locked with hers. One hand went under her nape, another squeezed a cheek of her ass to hold her in place…and then he was plunging balls-deep in sweet, tight heaven, his cock breaching his pet’s maidenhead in one smooth stroke.
He heard his pet whimper in pain just as the air grew thick with the scent of her virgin blood. The smell drove him wild, and his need for her sharpened into undeniable agony.
“Milady…” His voice came out in a rough rasp. He wanted to ask if she was hurt, but again it was as if she already knew, with his pet shaking her head even as she arched up to him.
“More, Master.”
Any half-baked desire to be gentle and ease her into lovemaking crumbled under the words, and the animal side of him emerged.
Vampire.
Demon.
Male.
Rhapsody moaned as the marquis began to move. It was yet another indescribable feeling, with his thick cock constantly throbbing and scraping against the inner walls of her womanhood with its every thrust. Every deep, hard plunge rocked her body, and she found herself snaking her legs up his muscular thighs in a desperate bid to ease the excruciating pressure that held her senses in its grip.
And for a while it worked, but then it didn’t, and she couldn’t keep herself from moaning. Her whole life, if there was something she wanted, she would work for it patiently and digilently. But this…
“Please.”
She could only beg helplessly, could only arch up and lock her legs more tightly around his waist—-
Another cry spilled past her lips, Rhapsody surprising herself when the new position caused the marquis’ cock to shove deeper into her aching depths.
Yes, yes, yes…
Her nails dug into her Master’s shoulder blades.
“It’s…so…good….Master.”
The delirious yearning in her voice drugged him, and Mihail had a sudden, wild need to mark her. He sucked hard on her lips, biting them without making her bleed, and then his mouth was moving down greedily. He marked every part of her body he could reach even as his hips continued to pump furiously over her. Neck. Shoulder. Breasts. The taste of her flesh fed his desire, but his hunger still grew, and a harsh, impatient sound hissed past his lips.
He reared back and rose up on his knees, his cock still firmly lodged inside of her even as he pulled Rhapsody’s lower half off the bed. Her stunned gaze flew up to him—-
Anything, Master, his pet’s dark, lustrous eyes whispered. You can do anything to me.
Fuuuuuck.
He reached roughly for her nub of pleasure just as his balls tightened. He rubbed at her clit as the movements of his hips became jerky and uncontrollable. He saw her eyes dilate just as her body started to tense. She was fucking near to cumming, and so was he—-
His fingers clutching her hips, he yanked her towards him just as he shoved his cock into her as deep as he could.
“Master!”
And then she was cumming, and as soon as he felt the thick, creamy substance rush out, he moved rapidly, a quick, rough succession of thrusts——
Fuck.
His cock shot out its load inside of her, again and again and again until Mihail himself was almost without breath, his big, hard body shuddering at the way her pussy remained so tightly clamped around his cock. It was the longest and most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, and for it to happen with an untutored innocent such as her…
Rhapsody was still busy catching her breath and trying to make sense of her thoughts. She had this rare urge to speak, but even as her lips parted, no words came out.
The marquis was still fully embedded inside of her, and his hot, sticky cum overflowing past her folds. The intimacy of what just happened had her completely overwhelmed, her heart fit to bursting with all the feelings crowding inside it.
Slowly, she looked up at him, only subconsciously aware of the way she was silently asking the marquis to help her understand what had just happened. And maybe it was the magic of heartkeeping at work again, maybe it was something else, but whatever it was, the marquis seemed to hear her silent plea—-
His head lowered, his lips brushing against hers, and for some reason that even she could not comprehend, his feather-soft kiss was exactly what she needed.
Her heartbeat eased, and her soul rested. His arms tightened around her, and she burrowed close.
“Sleep,” her Master ordered gently.
And she did.
Lying next to his pet, the marquis remained awake and watched night turned into day, his thoughts disturbed by an ominous sense of premonition.