Free Blood Struck by Michelle Fox

where you need to go. Be glad you are giving yourself to the right man.” His tongue lapped my nether lips and then pushed them apart to massage my sensitive nub. There was no stopping for conversation this time. I closed my eyes to better concentrate on the orgasm that swelled deep in my core, heavy and wet, ready to burst.
    Again my hips bounced up, and again Kristos pinned me down in order to keep me where he wanted it. There was something so primal about that small act of restraint. I was not in control, the fate of my orgasm rested with him. He had all the power, and my only choice was to submit. Yet still I strained to take the pleasure faster, harder. I wanted release.
    My body bucked and fought him, but he was so strong, all he had to do was merely tighten his grip. The legend of super human strength flashed through my mind. He certainly had super human speed which made me think of how fast his tongue might go.
    My breath heaved in short pants as the climax prepared to explode. With my hips pinned down so tightly, all I could do was arch my back, wishing his mouth was on my breasts too. The memory of my nipples hardening for him took me over the edge and I cried out. Big contractions of pleasure shook me followed by fluttering pulses. He never stopped lapping up my juices and then I realized, when still he didn’t stop, that he was actually feeding.
    I pushed myself up so I could see his throat convulse as he swallowed. I was stunned. I thought vampires fed from the neck. I had never expected such an intimate act would also include blood. Of course, I hadn’t really known anything until this moment and what I did know about sex with vampires was still woefully inadequate.
    To my surprise, another orgasm rose up, unbidden. I was turned on, I realized by watching him and the fact he was literally eating me. It made me feel powerful and incredibly sexy. While the second orgasm wasn’t as strong as the first one, it still forced me to lay back and shudder in surrender. His tongue swept over my sensitive center, fueling the fire in my nervous system and almost crossing the line into pain.
    Then he was standing, his cock impossibly large and aiming straight for me. My breathing hitched and panic flashed through me.
    “Don’t think, just feel,” he said, his eyes swallowing up mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. His cock wedged itself in the entrance to my wet passage and pushed, insisting on entry. “Try to relax and open for me.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed his way down to my breast, teasing my nipple into hard prominence.
    Very patiently and deliberately, he played with my breasts until my hips began to move under him. Ever so slowly, he inched his way inside, expanding my walls wide until they ached. “You’re so wet and tight. I can’t wait to show you how good it’s going to be.” He eased out and then pumped into me with one fluid movement that made me hiss as pleasure and pain mixed. The sensation of my virginity tearing away made me bite my lip, a reaction that made Kristos’ eyes burn with desire.
    He claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, capturing my moans in his mouth as he took me in slow motion. Gradually, he picked up speed, going faster and faster until my breasts bounced with the force of his re-entry. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders. The stitches in my palm stretched in protest, but I ignored the minor discomfort in favor of holding on. I didn’t know where the ride was going to take me and I feared it would shatter me into a million pieces.
    Soon I was thrusting up to meet him, wishing I could take him deeper. My need was insatiable and he only satisfied it in glancing blows as his cock buried itself to the hilt inside me. I needed more.
    As if sensing that, Kristos put my feet on his shoulders and plowed into me with powerful thrusts of his hips. His entire body felt as hard as his cock; throbbing muscle bouncing into my soft curves.
    I came in a soundless