Page 49 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

Isabelle moaned. “Yes, please.” Her demand was more breath than words, and her pussy squeezed him even tighter.

Her blood tasted of everything he’d ever wanted. Desire to make her his forever charged through him, and he knew that every time they made love this need would increase, until it would overwhelm him. But right now, he could still hold it back, though he wasn’t sure for how long.

Knowing his orgasm was already waiting in the wings, he caressed her clit with more fervor, adjusting to a rhythm Isabelle set, and finally felt her pussy squeeze him uncontrollably, her spasms igniting his own climax. As he filled her with his hot seed, he withdrew his fangs from her neck, and licked over the small incisions to close them.

Breathing hard, he wrapped both his arms around Isabelle. Just in time, because her legs suddenly buckled, and his cock slipped out of her. Concerned about what was happening, Orlando lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom he’d been to earlier when he’d checked out the condo and closed all the blinds. He placed her on the crisp sheet and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. Worry spread in his chest.

“Isabelle? Are you all right? Did I take too much blood? Oh, God, please say something.”

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Isabelle felt softness surround her and took a deep breath of air. Different aromas mingled, familiar scents drifted to her nostrils. She analyzed them automatically: human blood and the scent of a vampire. The lingering fragrance of sex fused with the smell of virile male.

“Isabelle.”

The deep male voice, tinged with concern, made her open her eyes. She found herself lying on the bed with Orlando sitting next to her.

“Thank God.” He let out a sigh laden with relief. “I’m so sorry, Isabelle. I took too much blood.” He held a bottle of human blood out to her. “Here, you’ve gotta drink.”

Isabelle sat up and took the bottle from him to set it to her lips, realizing just how hungry she’d allowed herself to become. In a matter of seconds, the bottle was empty. Orlando took it from her hand and set it on the nightstand.

“I’ll get you another one,” he said, already rising, but she took his arm and stopped him.

“It’s enough.”

He sat back down, and she ran her eyes over him. He was still naked, and the sight reminded her of how much she’d enjoyed their lovemaking.

Orlando brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I’m so sorry. I should have never taken so much. And I was so rough with you.”

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t take too much.” She put her hand on his cheek, caressing it. “Baby, I forgot to eat today. There was just so much going on.”

Isabelle leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Hesitantly, Orlando kissed her back, but only for a few seconds. Then he pulled back and cast her a concerned look.

“I should have asked you if it was okay for me to bite you. I just got carried away.” He shook his head, looking distraught. “Isa, you get me so hot that I don’t know what I’m doing when I’m with you.”

Isabelle smiled softly, and cupped his face with both hands. “So it got you hot, me sucking you?”

“What do you think?” He met her gaze. “Everything you do gets me hot. And feeling your lips around my cock, damn it, I’ve dreamed of that for too long. I’ve never felt anything so amazing.”

His confession made warmth spread inside her. Orlando was starting to open up to her. He wasn’t as taciturn as he used to be, and she liked that.

“I loved doing it. I loved tasting you.” She brushed her lips over his for a featherlight touch. “And I loved how you took me. I love how strong you are, how demanding.” How possessive she wanted to add, but didn’t. “You should take me like that more often. I like to be at your mercy.”

“You shouldn’t tell me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it might embolden me. I might take more than you want to give me.”

With the pad of her index finger, she rubbed over his lower lip. “There’s so much more I want to give you.”

“This is crazy,” he said, but didn’t withdraw. “If I had any self-control left, I would make sure to stay far away from you.”

She smirked and lowered one hand to his groin. “Then I’ll have to make sure that you never regain any self-control.” Isabelle stroked her hand over his cock and noticed with delight that he was still semi-hard.

On a sharp inhale, Orlando’s lips parted, and she now saw the tips of his fangs. Slowly, they descended to their full length. “I’m putty in your hands, babe.”

Isabelle wrapped her hand around his cock that now filled with blood and became rock-hard in a matter of seconds. “Doesn’t feel like putty to me. It feels a lot harder.” She licked her lower lip and met his gaze, then tugged on his hard-on, wringing a strangled moan from him.