Page 50 of Protected by the Vampire
“Soren—” I cried. My voice goddamn broke because it wasn’t just the feeding; it was everything at once.
The way his mouth stayed there, drawing from me, while his hand surrounded my throbbing cock.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I groaned.
My body felt like it was lighting up. There was so much desire, lust, and love.
The connection wrapped tighter around my chest, pulsing in time with something deeper than a heartbeat. My body reacted without permission. Tension built fast, sharper than before. The sensation of the bite sent waves of pleasurable heat through me that I wasn’t prepared for.
“Don’t stop,” I managed.
I was close.
But it all felt like too much.
Like I’d explode in the best fucking way possible.
Soren didn’t hold back. If anything, he was spurred on. He sucked long and slow, pushing more emotions into me through the bond.
His hand jacked my cock up and down.
“Close!” I warned on a yell.
Fuck.
Christ.
I wanted to come, but I kept tipping back and forth.
His grip tightened, anchoring me as the intensity climbed too fast, too strong—until I couldn’t separate where the physical ended and the bond began.
It all blurred together.
Built together.
And when it finally broke, it hit like a shockwave.
I gasped, my back arching as everything snapped tight and then released all at once.
I came over my stomach, chest, the bed, and Soren’s hand.
And I kept coming like there was no end.
“Jesus,” I cried out.
The bond flared bright enough that it almost felt visible between us.
Soren pulled back slowly, his tongue brushing over the bite in a soothing motion that sent a softer aftershock through me.
I lay there, breath uneven as I rolled into awareness, my body still humming from the aftermath.
Glancing down, I smirked and unlocked my fingers from his hair.
He pushed some locks back from his face and watched me before shifting to lean over me, his hand cupping my jaw.
“How did you like that?” he asked quietly.
I snorted, my head tipping slightly into his touch. “It was fuckin’ wild,” I said.
