Into the Darkness

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under 17 not admitted without parent or legal guardian…. or something like that

A shocked gasp and muffled “Sonuvabitch!” jarred her fully awake in an instant.

Natalie’s eyes opened wide as blood, thick and rich, poured down her throat, spurting in rhythmic pulses that she gulped down as though dying of thirst.

Instinct guided her, quelling the urge to gag against the flavor and thickness. More viscous than water, less so than oil, it felt like cream on her tongue, tasting faintly metallic, yet delicious.

When the flow slowed to a trickle, she drew, sucking with her lips like a baby on a nipple.

Heat filled her mouth, spilling down her throat to her belly, then spreading outward and lower. Her appetite was ravenous. So was the lust building in her loins, plumping her labia and releasing a wash of desire that once again coated her lips and smeared her inner thighs. But this time, her arousal was so much stronger than before.

Delicious, wicked…sensual. She drank his blood like she wanted to take his cock—in lapping waves of heat.

Even his resistance excited her.

His hands clamped hard around her throat, short of actual strangulation—more a warning. “Natalie, for fucksake, let me go!” he said, his voice tight, anger radiating in the tension gripping his neck and shoulders.

Despite the pressure, she chided him with a murmur and ground her jaws to stab deeper until his fingers released her, her incisors lengthening in a final, sensual thrill that felt very like the hardening of her clit when he’d rubbed on it.

“Goddamn bitch!” he rasped. “Chessa warned…oh God!”

Part of her knew what she did was sick and twisted. She was hurting him, maybe even killing him. But the fierce hunger overrode her conscience.

And she wanted more.

Her arms slid around his torso and tugged to urge his heavy body over hers.

He offered pale resistance, his hands bracing against her shoulders. “Sweet Jesus!” he said, his tone anything but anguished.

Again, she murmured as she drank, urging him closer with her hands and rubbing her naked body against him.

Reluctance stiffening his spine, he acquiesced, easing over her, his breaths coming harsh and jagged, his body trembling. “Natalie, let go.”

This time his plea lacked conviction. He was succumbing to the desire, just as she was. His hips rolled, and he rubbed his rigid cock, still clothed in rough denim, against her delicate skin.

She opened wide her legs and reached for the top of his jeans. Her fingers curved like talons around the waistband, and she jerked them to open his zipper and shoved them down his hips, past his hard, round buttocks. His cock emerged from the parting zipper to fall against her belly.

Engorged, his thick shaft felt heavy and hard. Although she hadn’t any experience with sex, her body instinctively sought connection. Her belly curved, rubbing and caressing his shaft, and her knees rose on either side of his hips.

“No!” he gasped, and tried to hold himself away, but his action only aided her intent, giving her room to reach between their bodies and grasp his cock and push it between her legs.

When the blunt, rounded head of his sex brushed between her slick folds, he stilled. “Not gonna happen, dammit!” he seethed.

She sucked harder on his neck, punishing him, drawing on him until he trembled again and lowered his hips which forced him between her folds.

Natalie took him the rest of the way. Bracing her feet on the bed to lift her bottom, she circled on his cock, screwing him deeper inside, working his thick cock past her virgin walls.

She gasped at the pressure, gloried in the fullness. She pulsed her hips, reveling in the deepening pressure and the friction building between his shaft and her passage.

When his round, blunt head butted against the obstruction deep inside her vagina, he groaned.

Pain pierced through the sensual haze that had gripped her to this point. Tempted to force him deeper, one last shred of conscience caused her to hesitate.

Rene had been nothing but kind. Twice he’d risked his life to rescue her. How could she take away his choice in this most intimate act?

Although her body protested, growing rigid with denial, she withdrew her teeth from his neck and lapped to stem the flow of blood from the tiny wounds, finding that they closed quickly under the glide of her tongue. Skimming her tongue across the tips of her teeth, she felt them retract, like a cat’s claws within their sheathes.

Rene pushed up on his arms and glared down. The fury banked in his eyes made her shiver with the first frissons of fear.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not knowing how to explain what she’d done. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up.” His jaws clenched tight, and his body trembled.

Tears filled her eyes, blurring the features of his face. “It was too strong—the need—I couldn’t help it.”

“Just shut up!” he ground out. He didn’t press inside her any further, just held himself perfectly still, grinding his teeth with the effort.

But he didn’t withdraw his cock.

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