Page 70 of Oklahoma Storms
Lust pinches at the area around her lips as they part, her brows furrowing together as her eyes close as she sinks onto my cock, slow, steady, easy, taking her time to take me.
I’m not a small man.
I tilt my chin to my chest, hypnotized, watching my cock enter her more and more. She’s stretched full, whimpering, digging her nails into my pecs to brace herself.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
I scour her body, not knowing where to focus because I need to look at every part of her, everywhere, all at once, or I’m afraid I’ll miss a movement, a motion I wasn’t able to memorize.
That’s all I want to do. I want to memorize every moment she brings. I want to lock them inside my mind, so I can think about the angles of her body whenever I want.
Nariko takes me to the hilt, her soft thighs settling against me.
“I’ve never felt this way before.” She dips down, licking up the middle of my throat, chin, then bites down on my bottom lip again. “I can’t get enough. I can’t stop touching you. The more I touch, the more I want and the deeper I want you.”
I fist the roots of her hair and smash my lips on hers, tasting my blood lingering on her tongue. Hunger possesses my next move. My right fang slices her lip open.
Wrapping my mouth around the wound, I suck, the smallest droplets of her blood bursting across my taste buds. Nariko presses me against the couch and sits up, her hair gathered over one shoulder again.
“You are fucking stunning,” I praise her in the flare of lightning that cracks just outside the window.
I can’t tell if she’s blushing or if it’s from the mating heat.
She shoves her fingers into my mouth and pries my mouth open, my fangs on display. “Shut up and let me fuck you.”
Nariko presses the pad of her thumb against the sharp point, piercing herself, then hovers it over my mouth.
One singular drop falls onto my lip. It’s warm, the iron scent flooding my senses. My tongue flicks out, gathering the gift she’s willingly giving me.
Delicious.
Nariko tests her hips, giving a low rock that steals my fucking breath.
“Yes, that’s what I want. Oh, fuck,” she moans, tossing her head back as she picks up speed.
I meet her motions, pressing into her like I know she needs. Another drop of blood is about to leave her thumb, and I open my mouth, fucking greedy for it.
“Mmm, if you feed me like this”—she grinds—“then, I’ll be more than happy to feed you like that.”
I suck her thumb back into my mouth, swiping my tongue over the small cut so it heals faster. Since my blood is in her system and she’s bound to me, she will live as long as I will, and heal quicker, but still not as fast as I can.
My hands become greedy, sliding up her body, infatuated with how silken her skin is.
I’m amazed by her. It’s the easiest, simplest way to put it.
I cup her breasts, tugging on her hard nipples. The dark brown peaks have my mouth watering. I sit up, sucking one into my mouth, turning my head to the left for my right fang to scrape the sensitive bead.
Nariko moans, fucking me harder, running her fingers through my hair to hold on tight.
We’re both lost in the other.
She holds my head against her chest, right next to where her heart beats.
“Ah, god. Oklahoma. I can’t get over how good you feel. Oh my god,” she mewls with a sway of her hips.
I suck her nipple into my mouth again, kneading it with my palm in rough grasps. Nariko shouts in pleasure as I rake my claws down her sides. My mate likes a little pain with her pleasure.
That’s good to know.
