Bloodlust

First Step

— LIAM —

Sucking on her sweet lips, I wound an arm around Venice's back. She moaned into my mouth as I lifted her off the bed and placed her on her feet.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, her tiny knuckles pinched white. I pulled away and opened my eyes. She was a sight to behold with her mussed hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

Those round emeralds widened ever further while she panted. The force of her throbbing heart seemed to pulse under my skin. I felt so deeply connected to this tiny woman.

"Liam," she whispered.

I wet my mouth, tasting her still. My hands stroked up her sides until I reached her face. I thumbed her chin to pull her bottom lip down, exposing the white gleam of her bottom teeth.

"Beg for it," I commanded. My voice roughened with a growl. "Beg for what you want, baby. For what only I can provide you."

Her lip quivered. I released her chin and dragged my gaze back up to her eyes. The soulful hazels teemed with such energy and emotion, her heart and her soul both bare to me.

"I just want you, Liam," she cried. "Only you."

"Venice," I groaned, bending down to claim her mouth again. I couldn't get enough of her lips.

My cock throbbed against her thigh as I brought one hand to her breast, kneading the soft lobe.

"I want to see you. All of you." I kissed my way down her neck, drinking in the intoxicating noises pouring off her tongue. "Let me see your beautiful body, baby."

She remained pliant under my fingertips while I deftly unzipped the teasing blue dress. The garment drifted to the floor. Venice gasped, her dusky peaks pebbling under the cool air.

My eyes raked over her nakedness with an appreciative growl. I familiarized my palms with the smooth, pillowy curves of her milky breasts and round hips.

The sight of lacey black underwear hugging her mound sent a primal thrill through my bones. I looped one finger under the waistband and sliced the flimsy fabric with my claw. My greedy hand cupped her warmth, fingers threading through the fine patch of soft curls.

"Oh," she whimpered.

I pulled my middle finger through her silky wet folds. She was soaking with cum and fresh fluids that smelled like sweet sin, evidence of her pleasure.

Pushing her back against the side of the mattress, I sank to my knees in front of her. She immediately pushed her fingers into my hair.

My eyes narrowed on the supple curves of her womanhood. The musk of her dripping pussy lured me in until my tongue was saturated in her juices.

"Liam!" she cried, her hands tugging at the root of my hair follicles.

My tongue found purchase on the ball of nerves at the head of her labia. Grazing it first with my teeth, I soothed the pressure with my lips. I sucked and licked at her clit until her thighs quivered against my shoulders.

I flattened my tongue against the nub and plunged a finger directly into her tight hole. She hissed, her walls shrinking around my digit.

Every noise and shudder spurned me on. There was nothing more stunning than the sight of a woman unraveling in the throes of pleasure.