“I’m not your mate. You’re just really needy like I am.” He rocked into her again and heard her soft moan, which fueled his need even more. “I want to taste you. I have...I really need to taste every part of you.”
“I want you to do that as well. Christ, I need you.” He rocked again, thinking that he should be scared, but all he wanted was to feel her wrapped around him as he took her hard. “I’m going to come. And when I do, you’re going to be mine. You have to know that. I can’t...I won’t be able to hold back if you come inside of me.”
“I just want to fuck you. That’s all I can think about right now, being buried deep inside of you.” This time she pulled his mouth to hers and he kissed her. A sharp pain at his tongue had him pulling back, but she held him tighter to her. “Get rid of the woman.”
He heard the door open, then close. He didn’t know if she had left them or not, but right now, he didn’t care. Sitting up on the side of the bed, he unbuckled his pants then pulled them open. Vinnie’s hand wrapped around his cock almost as soon as he had freed himself. Her hands were cool, not cold but cool.
“Let me suck you.” He lay back, suddenly feeling like a man that was having the best dream in his life. As soon as her mouth took his cock, he knew the real meaning of hot. She moved down his body and to the floor while he lay there riding her mouth.
Christ, he was going to come and he had no idea where they were. And he realized that he didn’t really care. So long as she was doing what she was, he thought they could be riding in a runaway train going to the bottom of a ravine.
When she let him go, he sat up. He still couldn’t see her, only the light of her eyes, and wondered how much of him she could see. Mitch felt her hands then, touching him all over, his hips, his legs…even his belly and chest. He realized then that he’d lost his clothing. He was naked, and his cock was aching for a release. When she nipped hard at his nipple, he held her in much the same way that she’d held him, letting her suckle at his breast while he cupped her ass to his cock. The heat of her * at his cock made him wish she’d move over him, bring her * down over him.
“Ride me.” She moaned, her * moving up and down around his crown as he tried to get her to take him. “Fuck me, Vinnie. Ride me, please.”
“I’m hungry.” He knew that on some level he should have thought about what she was saying to him, but she slammed herself down hard enough to take his breath away. And when she bit his nipple again, this time giving him an incredible yet brief pain, he held her to him as she suckled hard. “Feed me, Mitch. Please?”
“Yes.” He felt her body tighten around him, and he knew that in seconds, less really, he was coming too. Rolling her to her back, he fucked her, his cock pounding her as his body felt ready to release like it never had. “Come for me. I want to feel you come around me.”
Her body bowed up from the bed. His body seemed to have a mind of its own, and he bowed as well. When he came, crying out her name as he was pulled back to her, he knew the moment that her teeth sank into his throat that he was going to die. And really, he didn’t care right now.
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Vinnie drank deeply of the man. His blood filled her in ways that no one had before. It was rich, full tasting to her, and she felt it all though her body. When she licked the wound closed, his body still fucking hers, she knew that things had gone from bad to worse where this man was concerned. She looked up at him, wondering briefly if she had taken too much, been too greedy, when he let out a long breath, his eyes still closed. Then what they’d done hit her.
“Mother fuck.” Tossing him off her, she sat up. Her head spun just a little when she did, but she couldn’t sit there any longer. He, of course, did not move, so she stood up, her body humming with her release and his blood. When she began pacing, trying to figure out what the fuck she was going to do now, she realized she was naked and snatched up a shirt that was laying on the floor. Before she even pulled it over her head, she knew that it was his.
“Mother fuck.” Saying it again didn’t lessen the problem she now faced, but it felt better just saying it. She’d just bonded and mated with her other half. A fucking necromancer. A man that could kill her without a single stick of wood or a bit of sun. He could raise her from her slumber and bring her to her own death.