Change is sweeping through the world, as humanity fights for autonomy, discord tears apart the foundations of the vampire order, and dhampirs return to the world after centuries of war between two powerful peoples. Dhampirs, creatures known to heral...
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(Spicy times ahead xD Fair warning!)
"Can I fuck you?" Jesse asked so crudely that Tara's brain malfunctioned, her focus slipping to the ripped, naked body hovering over her and the sleek black hair hanging above her face. So far as yet, Jesse had always been so graceful with his words, old-fashioned even if she had to label it, and for him to say something so brazenly sexual had her lips clenching and not the ones on her face.
"Even with all the spiders?" Tara protested, but her words trailed off into a whine as his lips opened and he flexed his jaw. She was about to be food, and while it wasn't what she'd expected, it was better than him trying to kill himself. The only issue was checking with her body to see if it would be able to comply. Jesse arched, just as she was trying to figure that out, and breath burst from her lips in eagerness for more.
"Especially with the spiders," Jesse teased, dropping the ice of his forehead onto her already chilled skin. The guy ran his nose down her face to drag out the sensation until cool breath blew on her ear and he whispered the last. "There is something truly primal about stripping to our barest forms and sating our lusts out in nature where no one can hear or see." Jesse's voice took a dark husky tone that promised she would be walking funny if she said yes.
It took him half a breath to know she wanted what he was offering, no matter what it was. Jesse yanked on her pants' button, and she didn't resist as he dragged them down her legs with her underwear attached and tossed them into a bush near the shore. Shortly after, he relieved himself of his pants, losing them in the same foliage before snapping the front of another perfectly good bra and discarding it. There, naked, he hovered over her on his knees, his arms extended fully next to her body so that she could do nothing but stare up at him on all fours.
The morning sun glinted off his pectoral muscles and rolled down his abdomen to his tight abs, and she couldn't help but eye the length of his arousal. When they'd slept together in the dark, she hadn't been able to see him fully, but now she couldn't help but trail the length and gentle curve of the erection that hung between his legs, lifted toward his abdomen from the tightness of his muscles. Tara jerked her chin up when she realized she was downright ogling him, and he licked his lips in a slow circle as she watched.
"Don't stop, Tara," Jesse commanded more than urged. "There is no one but you and I here. Unless you do not want this." The small wisp of a doubt conquered his lust filled delirium, but Tara shook her head.
"I want it. All of it." Aside from feeling like she needed to somehow make up for ditching Jesse for death, her new chance at life filled her with the desire to do just what he was urging. If she didn't have to die, that meant that Jesse could be hers, that the hunk of sex and muscle desperate for her was free for the taking. Tara wanted to use all of her senses that she'd lost in the void, to rake her fingers over him, to breath in the scents identical to this forest buried in his hair and skin, and to taste him, to lick up his skin and suck it into her mouth.
