“Oh Aramis, Yes!” she suddenly screamed as she began to shake and convulse, and he thought he would go mad with happiness at the sound of her cries. Her orgasm was sinfully violent, and she continued to cry out beneath him, calling his name as her body began to explode with pleasure and reality splintered around her. Her core tightened and pulsed around his shaft, pulling and drawing, causing him to shiver.
With a hungry snarl he pulled her tighter against him, pounding mercilessly into her now, out of control as he tilted her head to one side to expose her neck. There was no humanity here now, only need that consumed him, an ache that only she could satisfy. He bent and placed his lips against the warmed skin of her shoulder and allowed his tongue to swirl over the throbbing pulse, enjoying the salty taste of her. Holding her close, he buried his incisors deep into yielding flesh, and she moaned beneath him as he began to consume the essence of her.
Lost to the wholly new pleasure that now enveloped her, Thais writhed and squirmed, a guilty tremor passing through her before another orgasm erupted, her small body thrashing wildly as she exploded once more with pleasure. He continued to feed, filling her small channel with the full length of him, until his own orgasm at last claimed him and he swelled to erupt inside of her. His shaft pulsed and throbbed as he filled her with his seed for the first time, and he at last grew still, allowing the purity of their first coupling to consume him.
As he held her beneath him, her core milking him as she continued to tremble and moan, he forced himself to stop feeding, releasing his bite and running his tongue slowly along the wound he had made to leave only the outline of the mating mark. The tiny scar would remain, and all would know that he had claimed her. With a final, regretful sigh he slid out of her, the feeling hollow and cold, then rolled over, pulling her with him. Already his body was beginning to grow tight with the need to once again be connected with hers, and he held her close, giving her as much time as he could before he would be forced to take her again.
“That was amazing,” she whispered after a time, her small form pressing into him. She wrapped herself around him, her nipples pressing into his chest as her breasts flattened against him. With a sigh she laid her head upon his chest and he held her close, loving the way her legs straddled his as she sank onto him. With one hand he cradled her head close, while the other moved slowly up and down the length of her back, occasionally cupping the curve of her hip to squeeze possessively.
And in that moment, he knew that his addiction to her was complete.
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