Page 153 of Heimlock

“So good,” I praise. “You did so well.”

Kyrielle whimpers, the tension unwinding itself from her body. Slowly, I remove my fingers, admiring the mess. Sucking her cum from my fingers, I appraise the situation. Consider how to proceed.

Eyeing that virgin spot of skin at the bottom of her neck, my smile widens. Fisting my cock, I thicken it a little more than she normally asks for.

Tapping her ass affectionately, I ask, “You alright?” She mumbles something unintelligible. I chuckle. “Are you ready to be mine, Firefly?”

Peering over her shoulder, Kyrielle says, “Since the day I met you.”

Oh, that was the best and worst wrong thing she could’ve said. Pressing the tip of my cock at her entrance, I say, “You remember that.”

I slam into her.

Kyrielle’s back bows as she shrieks, trying to sit up. I press a hand between her shoulders as I pound into her so hard, the sound between us turns vulgar. She screams with each thrust, white knuckling the blanket.

“You’re so fucking good,” I say between gasps. “You’re taking me so well, pretty girl.”

After this, I’m going to make love to her so sweetly, she’ll cry.

But right now? I’m going to consume her so thoroughly, she won’t know who she is without me.

I grab her creamsicle hair with a firm yank. She props herself up on her hands, eyes closed, mouth full of shrieks and moans.

With my other hand, I spread her legs as far as they’ll go, so I can scramble up her insides more thoroughly. Letting go of the hair, I wrap the hand around her throat, pulling upward until my chest is flush with her back.

Rutting into her, I bring my other hand to her clit. Kyrielle is so lost in what I’m doing, I doubt she’s aware of what’s about to happen.

Using the hand around her throat to tilt her head, I eye that beautiful piece of flesh ready for my fangs.

“I love you, Firefly.”

I sink my teeth into her neck.

Her scream turns into a moan as her blood tangs against my tongue. Ecstasy singes my blood, blanking out all extra thoughts, honing my reality to the taste of her against my tongue. Frantic hands clutch at both of my arms like an anchor. Her body softens, and I instinctually bite down harder. Never in my life have I marked someone, and it feels right for it to be this dream of a woman.

For her to be mine.

Kyrielle’s body shudders, and the orgasm taunting me for the last however much time coils, ready to decimate.

Releasing her neck with a gasp, I mutter, “Are you close?”

All I receive are unintelligible sounds. Growling, I slam into her repeatedly, harder than I have in my entire life. The tension in both of our bodies collides as our orgasms rip through us at the same time. Her body glows and my Fyre roars, burning inside my chest to meet her heat. My world rearranges itself as I fill her up, making her mine in every way that matters.

Her body's languid and pliable by the time I come down from my high. Kissing the mark and licking away lingering blood, I release her throat. With considerable care, I separate our bodies, already sad to not be inside her anymore. Pressing another kiss to her forehead, I hurry to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water.

After everything, aftercare is vital.

Taking the blanket underneath her, I wrap her until she’s snug. Gently, I lift her into my arms and situate us so I’m leaning against the headboard with her cradled in my lap. Her eyes glisten with tears as she lets out a whimper, but I’ve heard and seen enough of her tears to know these aren’t borne of anything bad.

“Hey,” I brush some of them away. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

She shakes her head. After a few attempts, Kyrielle says, “That was phenomenal.”

I laugh, relaxing. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Stroking away a strand of sweaty hair, I ask, “Do you need anything? Water?”

She shakes her head again. Instead, she nestles further into the blanket and my arms. “Just hold me.”

“I can do that.”