Free Aphrodite's Hunt by Jennifer Blackstream

throwing off the haze of her afterglow, and she pulled back her lips to bare her teeth at him.
     
    Careful not to pull away for fear of tearing herself on his fangs, she slowly threaded her fingers in his hair. Bit by bit she tightened her grip until his eyes rolled up to meet her gaze.
     
    “Understand me now, vampire. If you don’t release me I will tear your head from your shoulders.”
     
    Her voice came out breathy in the aftermath of her orgasm, but her threat still echoed loud and clear. For a split second, she thought he’d ignore her, that she’d have to make good on her threat or else risk losing her life to the leech on her leg. Then his green eyes flashed and he pulled his fangs free from her thigh.
     
    She only had a moment of relief and satisfaction before he grabbed her waist and hauled her off of the floor. Her mouth opened in a surprised shriek as he hurled them both a few feet away to the large dining table. The edge of the table hit her hips with bruising force as he bent her over its cold surface. A sizzling thrill ran between her legs as she listened to him tear open the fastening on his pants.
     
    Before she could even draw a breath, he plunged his cock into her still soaking pussy. She grunted and slammed her palms down on the table as the feel of his flesh inside her urged her blood faster through her veins. Pleasure set fire to her skin and she burned slow and steady under his touch. The orgasm that had just recently finished wringing the strength from her body began to return, building slowly but surely. He grabbed her shoulders and began to thrust as if he’d force her through the table to the other side. Every push opened her a little wider, every slam of her hips against the table bruised a little deeper. The memory of her earlier pleasure took the edge off the violence, turning it to a new level of pleasure.
     
    He growled and jerked her hips up as if straining to get a better angle. The movement served as a rude reminder of the submissiveness of her position. Her pride spiked and suddenly she was furious again. She was not his bitch to be bent over the table. A growl trickled from her throat. She would show him who was dominant.
     
    She shoved her body off the table, trying to face Sorin. She needed to look in his eyes, needed to let him see her face when she told him to go to Hell.
     
    Sorin hissed and shoved her back down to the table, still plunging his cock inside her with quick furious thrusts. Her resolve to fight him flickered as pleasure twisted her nerves until she thought they’d snap. Every other stroke seemed to find that sweet spot that sent her entire body to dancing with a pleasure so intense she thought she’s lose her mind. Scrambling to recover her fraying control, she shoved backwards, trying to throw him off balance and give herself the room she needed to fight.
     
    Sorin’s rhythm was temporarily halted as she bucked him off of her. Her body wept at his loss, but it didn’t grieve for long. She turned just enough to see Sorin bare his fangs before slamming his body into hers so she hit the table with enough force to move the solid wood forward well over a foot. She scrambled to get a grip on the edge to push herself back again, but the sensation of his hands parting her folds staggered her concentration. The feel of his cock firmly sheathing itself in her pussy pulled a moan from her throat and sent a thrill up her spine. Before she could gather her wits to continue her fight, his fangs sank into the side of her neck and he began to fuck her in earnest.
     
    Her brain gave up the battle. Nothing could cool her passion, no panic or fear could keep her from feeling the full glory of his fangs in her flesh. Something about feeling his fangs slide into her body, the same way his cock slid into her pussy, touched her on a primal level. Flames of pleasure raced along her skin until she became the center of a forest fire. Over and over he pushed inside her,