Page 43 of Night Fury
She pushed her hips against his. “Luke, I need you.”
He smiled and stood, reaching his full height. “And you’ll have me. But this hungry little thing right here?” He slid his fingers down to her pussy, cupping her lips before he spread them and teased her entrance, drawing a moan from her. “She’ll take anything I offer her, won’t she?”
She moaned his name and her head fell back.
“Won’t she?” He bit her lip, drawing it into his mouth.
“Y-Yes! Yes!”
Luke kissed her but refused to let go of her wrists. Instead, he delved deeper inside of her, his fingers strumming her like a guitar, guiding her like the conductor of an orchestra. He knew all the chords, all the ways to make her reach new highs she didn’t know she could. He pursued her, corned her, trapped her, until all she could see, feel, taste, smell, even think of was him. And she let him, and she would let him for the rest of fucking eternity.
She came with his fingers thrusting into her, his taste on her lips, trapped against his body. She came so fucking hard, and then he angled her in a way that she had no choice but to lay back while he made her come over and over again. He licked, sucked, bit, nipped, touched, rubbed, thrust, and fucked her with his fingers so many times she lost count, and she took it all. Johanna kept her legs over his shoulders, tangled her fingers in his hair. She rode him every time he entered her, her hips jerking and moving of their own accord until she reached her completion.
Luke was right; she was hungry for him, and it was a hunger that would never be filled.
Finally he lifted his mouth from her, and her legs fell away. A small smile graced her lips as she knew that soon they would be joined. Johanna was frantic for it, for his cock, for the feeling of having him so deep inside of her that it felt like he was part of her.
He pushed his pants and boxer briefs down, and she sat up to take his length in her hands. Luke groaned, his head falling back as she pumped up and down his shaft. He was hot, like magma in her palms. Johanna was so far gone that when a bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip, she swiped it with her finger and sucked the taste of him into her mouth.
Luke lost control. In one fell swoop he entered her, but it wasn’t enough for either of them. His hands found her ass as he pushed and she pulled, wanting the entirety of her body plastered against his. He knew, understood without her even saying a word or sending the thought to him, and in another second she was pressed against the cold refrigerator. The temperature difference sent chills up her body, but she was too crazed by Luke to notice.
His scent was all over her, something warm and spicy, a mixture of mint, oranges, and vanilla. It made the flames between them burn even higher, and every single one of his thrusts had her crying out his name. But still she wanted more, and more, and more. She wanted him inside her in a way no one else could ever be. She wanted to be full of him, constantly,always.
“Luke!” she moaned, her heels digging into his ass, her nails pushing into his back.
“I know baby,” he moaned. “I know. I feel it too.”
She groaned and her eyes fell to his neck. He swallowed and she wanted to taste … to drink.
“Wait!” Johanna said and Luke immediately froze.
Even in his breathless voice, his concern was evident. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She cleared her throat, trying to regain her voice, her breath. “No, but I … I want…”
She licked her lips. She didn’t know where this was coming from. Maybe it was connecting with so many vampires earlier, or the pleasure she felt when Luke drank from her, or maybe it was her desire to be stronger, to protect him. Maybe it was everything, but she needed this so much that she would get on her hands and knees and beg if that’s what it took to get his blood inside of her.
“I want to drink your blood.”
He shook his head. “What did you say?”
“I want to drink your blood.”
Luke swallowed, and even though she didn’t feel his hips move, she swore that somehow he grew inside of her. Her pussy tightened around him in response and they both moaned.
“Sunflower,” Luke groaned. “You can’t do that.”
“Please. Please, I-I need it.”
Luke cupped her face. “Baby, if you drink my blood like that, you’ll become a vampire.”
She met his darkened eyes. “I know.”
He groaned her name, squeezing his eyes shut as if she were torturing him.
“I know I’ll become a vampire. I want to be one.”
His arm came to rest on the fridge, followed by his head as he mumbled incoherently.
