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finally fuck her now. She spread her legs in invitation, tightening her thighs around his narrow hips, feeling the stroke of his cock against the slick folds of her sex with every movement. Raphael lifted his head, and she shut her eyes in glorious anticipation.
    But he wasn’t finished tormenting her yet. His mouth closed over her other breast, sucking so hard, she could feel it all the way to her soul. There was a bright sensation—a flash of pain that swiftly became pleasure—as his fangs grazed along the curve of her breast before reaching her nipple. She arched her back, offering her breast to him, and groaned with pleasure as his fangs pierced her areola, causing the euphoric in his bite to rush through the tiny veins of her breast like a bolt of lightning forking its charge out into her flesh.
    She undulated beneath him, caressing him with her body, her fingers massaging his back in time with the thrust of her hips against his, relishing the hard, velvet stroke of his arousal between her thighs, which were slick and wet with her own juices.
    Raphael licked the blood from her breast, shooting fresh jolts of desire like a hot wire directly from her nipples to her clit. He lifted his hips slightly, and then he was plunging between the swollen lips of her sex, lubricated by the creamy silk of her pussy, filling her completely. Her inner passage stretched wide to accommodate the thickness of him, his heavy sac slapping against her ass as he lifted her legs, first one then the other, until her ankles were crossed over his shoulders.
    And then he simply fucked her. Plunging in and out, touching every sensitive nerve of her inner tissues as the solid length of him pounded deeper with every stroke.
    Cyn tightened her arms around him, so overwhelmed with sensation that she felt as though she would fly apart if she didn’t hold on tightly. Raphael growled, bucking against her hold on him, pulling nearly completely out of her with every stroke, before slamming himself deep between her legs once again.
    Cyn’s womb pulsed as the first tiny orgasm shivered along the length of her inner muscles, caressing his cock with a thousand tiny fingers. Raphael groaned and lowered his head to look at her, his black eyes shooting silver sparks in the dark room.
    “Cyn,” he growled warningly. As if she could control the climax threatening to crash over her. She bit her lip, tasting blood, but the pain didn’t help. Not when Raphael was pumping his hips between her thighs, his penis a velvet-covered steel shaft plunging deeper with every stroke in and out of her body.
    Raphael bent quick as a snake and licked the blood from her lip. He groaned, his cock jerking deep inside her, reacting to the taste of her blood. As if that was the signal her body was waiting for, a delicious sensation stormed over her, making her skin shiver, her nipples tighten, her nerve endings flare. Her stomach clenched as her womb began to contract.
    “Raphael,” she gasped. “I can’t—”
    That’s all she managed to say before the climax was upon her, like a wave crashing to shore. Her back curled up off the bed as her pussy clamped down on Raphael’s cock, and oh God, it felt so very good, she never wanted it to stop. And yet surely no human body could handle this overload of pleasure. Every touch of his skin, the tangle of his fingers against her scalp, the scrape of his hips over the tender flesh of her inner thighs, and more than any of this, the slide of his cock in and out, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rippling up and over her body until, finally, she screamed, begging for it to stop, begging for it to go on forever. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She only wanted him.
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    Raphael growled as Cyn’s pussy swelled around his dick, gripping him so hard he felt nearly trapped in the satin glove of her body. She shivered, and he could see the ripple of her muscles as the climax took hold of her. Her fingers clenched on his