Page 27 of Those That Defy the Realm

“Kiss me, properly, please,” I pant, needing those lips on mine instead of the teasing they’ve been giving.

Henry pulls back slightly and my desperation halts in its tracks as I notice the sharp canines protruding from his top jaw. “I won’t cut you, I promise. Usually I have to keep them hidden but it’s a lot of work and I thought, seeing as you know what I am, you might not mind.”

“Do you want to bite me?”

“No. It’s not hunger. They extend with heightened emotion if we don’t force them to stay retracted.”

“Any emotion?”

“Mostly fear… anger… arousal…”

Inhaling, I read his eyes, watch every muscle in his face for any hint that I’m in danger of becoming a snack to a bloodthirsty predator. No fear rises in me, and my exhale comes out steady. “Kiss me, Henry.”

Switching his weight to his right elbow, his left hand comes to cup my face as his lips meet mine. The kiss is sweet, warm, and he tastes of rich fruits like baked plums or winter cider. His tongue works its way into my mouth, seeking mine in a confident glide that has me melting on the inside. I think he has the same reaction as more of his weight pushes me into the bedding.

My hands move to his torso, his heat seeping through the shirt he has on. I slowly map the toned tall frame of his upper body as he continues delivering deep languid kisses that promise a delicious slow burn to an amazing high.

Growing in confidence, I push my tongue forward, curious to feel those fangs in his jaw. I don’t anticipate the full body shudder he gives as I run my tongue along one of the columns.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” he says on an exhale, pulling back.

Smiling up at him, I lick my lips, already missing the taste of him. “Come back and I’ll do it more.”

He obliges, and so do I, driving him into a frenzy as I switch between winding my tongue around his, or licking up his fangs. I’m so engrossed in our kisses that I jump at his touch on my thigh.

“Sorry, is this not okay?” he asks, immediately pulling back.

“No, please touch me,” I reply, relaxing my legs once more.

Instead of returning to kissing me, Henry watches my face as his fingers drag up the inside of my leg. The air seems too thin as my breathing accelerates, anticipating the moment he reaches the juncture. He doesn’t immediately go for my core, his fingers reach the hem of my underwear and instead of dipping underneath they run up the side of it, pulling the fabric of my dress upwards and exposing more of my body. I lift my hips to help, until the skirt is bunched at my waist.

“Can I take it off?” Henry’s voice comes out deeper than I’ve heard, thicker. We don’t stop with my dress. Shuffling on the bed, fabric gets undone, pulled off and thrown in random directions until we’re both naked and I’m laying once more on my back with Henry over me.

The discovery of his prosthetic was a shock, but only because of his ability to cover up the fact. None of his movements so far would have made me guess that one of his limbs is metal instead of flesh and bone. He reassured me that he’d tell me his limits if we ended up in a position he found too challenging, but being supernatural meant his additional strength helped him somewhat with balance and coordination.

He’s certainly proving his abilities now as he takes my nipple between his lips, rolling the sensitive bud between his front teeth as his hand goes back to exploring my hip. I can’t keep still as he teases me more, my fingers threading into his soft hair. Gods he’s so talented with his tongue, I think I may come before he’s even touched my pussy.

Thankfully, I don’t have to test that theory right now as his fingers finally move the final inches south to my core. He stops the torture and immediately finds my clit, already slick from how wet I am.

Circling the sensitive nub before gently pinching it at the same time as my nipple I’m catapulted to the edge of orgasm without warning.

“Holy fuck.” My fingers tighten in his hair, his quicken on my clit.

Combusting, my body sets alight from both ends, the fire meeting in the middle in a release that has my head tilting back as a loud scream of pleasure rips from my lungs.

It’s not enough. My pussy is clenching on nothing, the empty feeling ebbing the climax.

“Please, fuck me. Henry, I need you inside me.” The words fall from my lips in a plea, or a sob, I’m not sure.

The male above me moves, his weight shifting between my thighs. The hard, hot head of his cock meets my entrance. He holds it there for one eternity of a second before gliding in a few inches and reigniting my body.

“You’re so tight,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fucking perfect but so tight.”

It takes him a few thrusts to sink fully inside me, my body taking a while to accommodate his size, or from the fact I’ve not had sex in a little while. I don’t know, don’t care at this moment. I only care about how it feels to be so full, how the friction, as he really begins to move, has me desperate for another release already.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” The command has me snapping my head down so I can look at him. His hands are now either side of my shoulders, most of his weight on them to no doubt alleviate the pressure on his knees. I do as he says, the action altering the angle of my pelvis and allowing him impossibly deeper.

He looks down at me, hair now flopping onto his forehead, looking wilder and the messiest I’ve seen it. His abdominals are curled and tensing with each hard thrust. He’s a truly beautiful sight to behold as he takes control of my body.