Free Seized by the Vampire Lord (Dark Lords) by Jaide Fox Page B

sting of my palm?”
     
    Before she could tell him no, he popped her backside with the flat of his hand.  The slap sounded loud and angry in the quiet of the room.
     
    Cerise gasped, jerking against the table.  He grunted with pure, male satisfaction.
     
    “Do not do this,” she began, gasping as he slapped the other side.  Wetness pooled in her exposed lips.  She bit her lip to keep from crying out with burgeoning pleasure.
     
    “No, my sweet?  Do not your lips weep with want of my touch, however rough it may be?” he ground out, popping her cheek again.  Her buttocks tingled with the strike of his hand.
     
    “In fear,” she said, breathless.
     
    “In desire,” he growled roughly, shoving his hand down to cup her sex, seeking proof and finding it.  Her muscles spasmed on a hard bite of exquisite expectation.
     
    He pulled his hand from her slit, leaving her wanting.  “My fingers glisten with the ambrosia of your body.”  He breathed deeply.  She felt a deep wash of shame and excitement, knowing he caught the scent of her arousal.
     
    “How sweet you smell,” he murmured thickly, his voice saturated with lust.  “My cock craves the taste of your honeyed core.”
     
    The deep, hard sound of his voice made her senses riot out of control.
     
    His hips ground suddenly against her bare cheeks, shocking her in surprise.  She felt the abrasion of his hair, the heat of his cock nestle in the crevice of her ass.  When had he dropped his breeches?  The prospect of him taking her from behind made her rigid with fear and forbidden desire.
     
    His thick shaft slipped down her slick cleft, edging against her vaginal opening.  He hit her again, closer to her hip, running his palm in a circle on her ass as he stroked his engorged staff through her wetness.
     
    “Oh god,” she moaned, shuddering violently as the sting vibrated along the surface of her cheek, coiling down in her sex.  Blood rushed to the surface of her skin, pounding, pounding down to that aching nub.  It was too much, too painfully close to ecstasy.
     
    He slapped her cheek, pushing his hips hard against her.  She felt the slide become a push, and then she was stretching, stretching unbearably tight.  His forceful invasion was unendurable, making her hotter and wetter than she ever imagined.
     
    “Don’t,” she begged on a gasp, unsure if she wanted him to stop or continue.  The edge of pain had her clamping down on him, rigid.
     
    “Is it the staff you fear?” he growled, bending over her back, pushing his cock into her until the pain bloomed into pleasure.  “Can you take me?  All … of … me…?”
     
    She shuddered from his erotic intent, her core convulsing on the hot hardness stretching into her, pushing her beyond her limits.  He was too thick, too hard.  Tremors erupted in her womb, seeping her folds with wet arousal.
     
    “You can if I will it so,” he groaned, leaning over her, moving his hands to grip her cheeks and spread her as he forged a path inside her, through quaking muscles.  He pressed against the virginal barrier sealing her, pushing until she swore he’d rend it asunder.  He groaned, and a shudder rippled through him into her.  He withdrew shakily, her vaginal muscles screaming in pleasurable agony.
     
    Tears wet her face, and she screamed as he withdrew completely and stroked that molten rod against her throbbing clit.  He rubbed against her, stoking a fire in her blood that left her dizzy, weak.
     
    He pulled back, pushing his cock into her core with a hard slap on one nether cheek.  She cried out at the fierce push and pull of pain and pleasure, each fighting to take hold of her.  The thick head of his cock nudging her entrance was pure torture, pure ecstasy.
     
    He withdrew, raking it down her clit furiously, setting a pattern that had her gritting her teeth to keep from crying out.  Each time, she thought he would tear her inside, he would pull out and stroke that achy