Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
I watch her, mesmerized—the bounce of her full breasts…the flush on her cheeks…the look of rapturous concentration on her beautiful face.
“You look like a goddess,” I tell her, sitting up slightly to capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
“Lucian!” she cries out, her rhythm faltering.
I suck harder, then let her nipple slip from my lips.
“My gorgeous, curvy goddess, riding my cock so perfectly,” I growl. “Is this what you needed? Is this filling you up, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” she gasps, her movements becoming more urgent, less controlled. “Oh God, yes, Lucian! You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.”
I grip her hips, meeting her downward strokes with upward thrusts of my own, driving into her with increasing force. The room fills with the sounds of her ragged moans and my guttural praises. I can feel the tension coiling in her again, her inner muscles beginning to clamp down rhythmically around my cock.
“I’m close. Lucian, I’m so…so close!” she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Come for me, then,” I growl, driving up into her with relentless precision. “Come all over my cock. Milk me dry. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Her climax crashes over her. She screams, her body bowing backward, her internal muscles convulsing around me in a series of intense, pulsing ripples that threaten to drag me over the edge with her. The pleasure is blinding.
As the waves subside, she slumps forward against my chest, still impaled on me, breathing in harsh sobs. Then, in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and lingering effects of wine, she turns her head, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat to my lips. Her words are a breathless, needy whisper against my ear.
“Bite me… please, Lucian. I want you to.”
The offer is a siren song. My fangs ache, elongating in immediate response. My whole being yearns to sink them into her throat, to take her blood at the peak of joining—to forge a full Soul-Bond that would tie her soul to mine for eternity. It would be the ultimate possession—the ultimate claim.
But it would also be the ultimate theft. She is not in her right mind. The wine…the pleasure…the guilt—they have her offering something she cannot fully comprehend.
With a supreme act of will that feels like tearing my own heart out, I turn my face away from her throat. I press a kiss to her temple instead, holding her sweet, curvy body close.
“No, my darling,” I say, my voice thick with a longing that is a physical pain inside me. “Not like this. Not when the wine speaks for you. A full Soul-Bond is unbreakable. It is forever. And you…” I pull back to look into her dazed, beautiful eyes. “You are not ready to be bound to an ancient monster forever. Not yet.”
“All…all right.”
The disappointment on her face is fleeting, washed away by another surge of the wine’s demand.
“Lucian…I feel…I need.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Go on—take what you need.”
She begins to move again—a slow, grinding roll of her hips, seeking another peak. I let her, focusing on the physical…on giving her the release she needs. Gods, she feels so good around me—I grit my teeth and hold back, wanting her to find her pleasure again and again—as many times as she needs to before I come myself.
But I can’t hold out forever—she feels too good around me.
“Gods, sweetheart,” I hear myself growling. “Can’t help it. Going to…to come!”
“Come inside me,” she moans without hesitation. “Please, Lucian—fill me up!”
Her words come out in a moan, and I feel my cock surge at the hunger in them.
I can’t hold back—my climax rips through me with a force that steals my breath. I hold her hips down, burying myself to the root as I empty into her, pulse after hot, endless pulse, filling her soft little pussy with my seed.
“Good girl,” I groan as I pulse into her. “Such a good girl to take me so deep…to take my cum in your sweet little cunt!”
She moans and grinds against me, begging for more and I give it to her, pulsing into her again and again until both of us are completely drained.
I have to be honest with myself—this is a claiming. Even without the full Soul-Bond it has formed a partial tether that I can feel snapping into place in the metaphysical shadows of my soul.
It’s a hook in my heart, which will now forever be tied to hers.
“Oh, Lucian…that was so good,” Julia moans. “It was exactly what I needed—thank you.”
She collapses atop me, finally spent, the frantic energy of the Passion wine dissipated at last. I hold her there, still joined, as our breathing slows. I stroke her hair, feeling the new, fragile connection humming between us—a connection that means I am now, irrevocably, hers.
And I know, with a certainty that dwarfs all my centuries of existence, that I would pay this price a thousand times over.