She cried out, a sound that scored a path straight to his shaft, but she kept her ass lifted.
She was there, exactly where he wanted her.
Yuri smiled and he kept her there, taking her further until he did as he’d promised he’d do, her ass pink, her body writhing, her lips begging for release. It took some time. She’d held out beautifully.
But it was so spectacular, he needed more.
And it was time to give his little witch what she needed.
With his natural speed, he had her up, his cock out, and had her straddling him before he stopped her, her soaked cunt barely a hint against the tip of his cock.
She was blinking, recovering from the swiftness of her change in position, and only when he had her focus did he use his hands on her hips to slowly lower her down on his cock, filling her.
Taking her.
Bloody hell.
Finally, she was his.
He watched her head drop back and the pulse pound in her neck, that same pulse throbbing around his cock.
Fucking divine.
“Now, sweet,” he murmured, his voice rough. The velvet feel of her was driving him mad, and it took a great deal for him to finish. “You take what you want.”
She lifted her head and found his eyes. Hers were vague and heated. She placed her hands on his shoulders and whispered, “You feel good, Yuri. I want more.”
“Then take it,” he ordered.
“Okay,” she breathed and moved.
Bliss.
Bloody fucking hell.
Digging his fingers into her hips, scraping them back to her ass, he coaxed her to go faster.
She didn’t need a great deal of coaxing. She rode him, fast and hard, gliding her hands from his shoulders to his neck and up into his hair, fisting them there.
“Sweet goddess,” she whimpered, pleasure suffusing her face, making the rose of her cheeks rosier, her fresh musk all he could smell, and it was beyond brilliant, so much so, she was fucking him and his mind was filled with that as well as the myriad ways he intended to fuck her.
“I want your mouth,” he demanded.
She bent forward and gave him her mouth. He took it, thrusting his tongue inside to taste peaches and rain and Aurora just as she cried out with her orgasm, bucking against him, grinding onto his cock, her cunt gripping him and thrumming with the rapid beat of her heart.
He lifted, flipped her to her back on the couch, and powered hard and deep into her slick tightness until he groaned his release against her wet lips.
When the sensations moved through him, he slid his cheek along hers, down, until he could glide his lips along her jaw. He went up and captured her mouth, finally kissing her as he’d wanted from near the moment he met her, thoroughly and for a long time.
When he lifted his head, her eyes were still vague but replete, the light in them dimmed to an indolent glow.
It wasn’t what he’d wanted to see.
It was better.
Yuri lifted a hand and stroked her jaw with his knuckles, feeling her body melt even further under his, before he dropped his hand to the tail of her hair and wrapped its softness around his fist.
“Are you going to be good for me from now on?” he asked.
“Uh…well, probably not,” she whispered.
Again, very slowly, Yuri smiled.
Her eyes dropped to his mouth and watched. When he was done, they lifted back to his.
“You’re not cute,” she declared.
“No.” He continued to smile. “I’m not.”
“But you’re hotter than I expected.”
Excellent.
Yuri said nothing.
“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she admitted quietly, and again, Yuri had to bury his howl of elation.
“If that’s the case, my sweet, there are a great number of things I intend to do to you that no one’s ever done before.”
“Sweet goddess,” she breathed.
He bent and slid his nose down hers, holding her gaze.
“Shall we get started?” he asked.
“Now?” she asked back, her eyes widening.
“We have thirty-five and a quarter hours to kill,” he answered.
“Then, yes,” she breathed.
And again, very slowly, Yuri smiled.
* * * * *
Yuri shifted to his back in the bed, keeping his cock buried deep inside Aurora’s wet sheath and settling her on top of him.
She snuggled closer and sighed.
He stroked her spine and listened to her heartbeat quiet.
After long moments, she murmured, “You’re staying hard.”
“That’s because I’m not done fucking you.”
She lifted her head and gave him big, blue eyes.
“Wow, vampires have stamina.”
He lost count of how many times he’d done it that day, more than any in recent memory, he was certain, but he did it again.
He smiled.
She watched him do it and melted into him.
However, after she did that, she said, “I hate to say this, sweetheart, but that bowl needs to be checked and stirred occasionally. We’ve been busy. I should see to that.”
He nodded, adding, “I should also probably feed you.”
Not to mention, he needed to feed. Her pulse had been calling to him for hours.
He’d been introducing her to a variety of things she very much enjoyed. But she was young and obviously had little experience, so he would take his time introducing her to that.
He did not savor the idea of bagged blood.
But for Aurora, he’d endure it.
“I’ll get the room service menu while I’m out there,” she told him.
“Do that,” he replied, lifted his head and brushed his mouth to hers.
Then he moved his hands to her waist and watched her face as he slid her off his shaft.