Chapter 222: Vampire Luna

My quiet whimpers quickly turned into full, heavy crying as the intense rhythm showed no sign of slowing down. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks, soaking into the bedsheets beneath me. The harder I wept, the more unyielding his pace became, his hips driving forward with a steady, overwhelming rhythm that echoed through the quiet room.

My voice echoed loudly off the walls as I gasped for air, completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation. Just when I felt like I couldn't hold on for another second, he finally released his tight grip on my wrists, letting my arms drop onto the mattress. He allowed me to collapse forward onto my stomach, resting his large hands gently against my hips. He dropped his pace into a slow, agonizingly smooth motion, giving my body a brief moment to adjust.

I buried my face in the soft pillow, taking long, desperate breaths as my crying slowly subsided. I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, hoping with everything in me that he was finally finishing up so I could rest my aching muscles.

Instead, he shifted his weight, leaning over my back until his broad chest pressed firmly against my spine. He grabbed both of my hands, pinning my wrists flat against the headboard above me, and drove himself right back inside me with a powerful, sudden thrust.

My eyes snapped wide open, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat. My head spun from the sudden wave of pleasure, so intense it felt as though I might lose consciousness right then and there. I squirmed beneath his heavy frame, desperate to ask him for a break, but my core was already tightening around him. He was striking that exact, deep spot with every single movement, pushing me closer and closer to the absolute edge. I was right at the peak, my entire body trembling as the built-up tension coiled tightly in my lower belly, ready to snap.

Before I could break completely, he suddenly froze. He pulled out, his heavy weight lifting off my back as he rolled onto his side, his broad chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air. Dark, glistening beads of sweat covered his muscular shoulders and forehead, shining under the dim light of the room.

He lay back flat on the mattress, taking a few long breaths to catch his wind. His dark eyes locked onto mine, his large hands reaching out to grab my waist, pulling me up toward him. He silently instructed me to take control, guiding my hips until I was positioned right over his lap.

I pushed myself up onto my knees, my legs trembling from exhaustion, and slowly lowered my body down onto his length until he was completely buried inside me again. I rested my hands flat against his broad chest and began to move, but my energy was completely spent. My movements were agonizingly slow, dragging up and down like a snail creeping along.

Damon let out a low, dissatisfied growl at my sluggish pace. He reached up, cupping his large hands under my thighs, and began physically lifting and pushing my hips up and down, forcing a much faster, firmer rhythm onto my tired body.

After letting me work for a few minutes while he regained his strength, he suddenly gripped my waist firmly, lifting me completely off him. In one smooth motion, he flipped me onto my back against the soft mattress and spread my legs wide apart once again.

He leaned down over my upper body, his face burying into my chest as his warm tongue began lapping and swirling over my breasts. He sucked one of my hardened nipples deep into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the tip while his left hand clamped firmly down on my other breast, squeezing the soft flesh with a possessive, heavy grip. Without breaking his focus on my chest, he aligned his hips and pushed his heavy length all the way back inside my tight heat.

Once he was buried completely to the base, he stopped moving altogether. He pushed himself up, leaning over my face, and captured my lips in a deep, slow, and lingering kiss. His body remained completely still inside me, his mouth consuming mine as he kissed me over and over, tasting me fully while letting our breathing synchronize.

Slowly, he pulled his lips back just an inch, his dark eyes burning into mine with an intense, unyielding gaze. He began pulling back and thrusting into me once more, his hips moving with a deliberate, relentless force.

"I hope you can cry much longer," he whispered dark against my lips, his voice dropping into a dangerous, raspy growl. "Because I am not stopping un

til you cum."