Blood Betrayal

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Closing the distance Ghanny's lips pressed into his. Feathery light and unsure her lips moved against his then opened. She licked at him. His mouth moved gingerly to kiss her back.

When he was sure of her intentions he kissed her in earnest. His hands moved to touch her. They moved against her hips then more surely up her sides cupping her breasts. The touch of his hands brought a noise from her chest like a deep purr.

It was becoming impossible to not bite down and draw all of his honey-sweet blood into her. She pressed into him more to solidify the need to have his body, not his blood. Her body against his, her tongue against his mouth and his hands against her breasts helped her to decide that his body was more important.

His hips made an involuntary movement. He was sliding uselessly against the back of her. She came off him then back down farther down his body so that she rode him. Her wet heat settled on his shaft holding him pointing upwards trapped between her slickness and his own stomach.

He was soft but so very hard. The way he twitched under her pressing against sensitive spots made her shiver. She wanted so badly to sink her fangs deep into his neck while she rode him letting him sink all that hardness into her but if she did that she wouldn't stop. The terrifying urge to drink all he was gripped her.

"Please," she said into his mouth, "help me to not use my teeth." Her whisper was strained and full of hesitation. She pushed her mouth against his until sure that he felt the promise of fangs at his lips.

He took her in his arms and rolled her off of him on to the bed. A second later he was climbing between her open legs. His hand moved to her hair keeping her head down on the bed. He pushed against her making her moan. The head of him slid over her wet cunt pressing against her opening then stopped. Her hands drifted to his hips pulling him more firmly against her.

His chest was stiff with strain. She pulled harder at his hips desperate to feel all of him but he wasn't moving forward. There was only a slight want of blood, the only thing that she could think of was how much she really wanted him to take her but he was hesitating.

"Please," she said again. That time there was a pressing eager needy edge to the word. Her nails dug into his hips. He let her set her fingers and nails into him but he still didn't move.

"Are you sure you want this?" he croaked as if his voice didn't want to work.

The control in his voice was faltering but he was stopping because he was worried that she was not ready for him, that he was too much for her. It surprised her. She was used to men not caring much about the woman under him. Not that she slept with many men but the few she had been with had not ever worried enough to be slow, let alone stop.

"Can't you tell how much I want it?" She moved her hips slipping him a hair deeper.

He let out a frustrated groan and put his forehead against her neck for a moment before he raised himself back up. Finally, he gave in and thrust into her hard and slow. Her back bowed and she strained against his hold on her hair.

Her face held that look that women get in the throes of passion, the one where it's hard to tell if it was caused by pain or pleasure. He had to fight for each inch. Another few slow hard thrusts and his body met hers.

He waited, not moving. She was panting and her body spasmed around him as if it wasn't sure what to do with the intrusion. It was hard to take, he was ready to go. It took all his power to not cum buried in her body unmoving.

"Please don't stop," Ghanny moaned almost a whisper. He was thick and long and it may have been too much if he was rough but he was being so gentle. She needed more. He was filling her completely, waiting, she could feel the strain in him it was obvious he wanted more too. "I want it, please."

Agonisingly slow he started to move.

Every move made her squirm and cry out. Riding her he was touching every part that mattered. She urged him on with her hands at his hips because she couldn't form the proper words anymore. As long as he kept moving she didn't care about his blood.

He sat up more pulling her hips into his lap so he could watch her. The position quickened her breathing and gave her wild eyes.

The new angle pushed him sharply into sensitive spots that started a pulsing warm glow deep within her. His hands were freed allowing him to touch her breasts as he moved. His hand cupped one soft heaving breast and his other pinched and rolled the nipple of the other. That extra sensation made the pulsing warmth spill out and over her whole body. Her head rolled back her mouth opened showing all eight glistening fangs as a cry came from her.

Her body trembled around him pushing him over the edge. He came with a strangled wordless male groan. His body collapsed onto hers as they panted in unison. He couldn't move yet and her body still held his, gripping him still spasming around his. It was hard to tell how long they lay there waiting for the world to come back into focus.

When his limbs could move again he rolled off of her. A pained moan escaped her, she was still sensitive enough and he was still hard enough that pulling free had been painfully pleasurable. She came to him wrapping herself around his body pressing against his still hard and wet groin. Hazy post-orgasm cloud lifting left the other neglected hunger strong and biting in her chest.

"I don't know if I'm ready for round two yet," he said breathy and euphoric.

She kissed his mouth softly.

"I can wait," she told him pulling back from the kiss.

He looked into her eyes with curiosity.

"You didn't get any blood, you're still hungry." His finger lightly traced the line of her ear down her neck. That touch lingered on her skin.

"Yes, but I can wait... unless you don't want to."

Her hand gripped his still rigid shaft bringing a gasp from him. It didn't seem that he wasn't ready. He felt very ready. She pushed her mouth into his. Using her mouth and hands to roll him onto his back her lips and tongue became insistent. Again she straddled him then she slid herself over him in one motion. Blood lust rode her as she rode him. Fast and desperate.

His eyes closed from the overwhelming feeling of pressure. She squeezed him so tightly it was nearly too much. She moaned over him. Her body moved in waves as she drove herself over his entire length. Watching her was everything he had dreamed of and more. She bent over him at first her hair falling over them like a cloud tickling and soft.

Her closeness to his body made her lips tingle. She would have the pulse beating in his neck. It evoked a drum driving her rhythm. She bent back away from that beating pulse her arms out hands in a delicate gesture like she was reaching for something. Head back and arms out with golden skin black soft hair billowing she looked ethereal. A being pulled out of a painting to be there making his fantasy true.

Her dance was quickly moving him to the brink again until she fell forward breaking the rhythm. Her need drove her to have his blood before she brought him. The feeding would do that and stomach pains insisted she dip into his pulse.

"Now," she breathed hotly against his skin.

He had a moment of fear as she opened her razor mouth and lowered it to his shoulder piercing his skin. The sting faded in a warm glowing throb. So much pleasure it was near pain. His blood filled her mouth tasting as sweet as it had the first time but there was a new taste, it had been spiced with alcohol. It was delightfully intoxicating. She drank until his heart sped then wavered reminding her to pull back.

Her head came up in a gasp. Her mouth open flashing touches of shockingly red blood against the whiteness of her teeth. Panting she looked down at him. She was shaking and looked as drowsy as he felt. The whites of her eyes were coming into sight.

She collapsed beside him. Zion was watching her with a look of utter awe and quiet satisfaction.

"Thank you." Her hand went to his mouth when he opened it to speak. "Just hold me."