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She let go of that towel, letting it pool around her feet. Her heart pounding. Cheeks burning. She didn't try to cover herself, even though she did kind of felt the need to. He was looking at her so intensely now. Trailing his gaze over her body from head to toe, like a starving predator. It thrilled her. Made her belly flutter with excitement. Her heart beat with just a tiny pinch of fright.
"You're so beautiful..." he softly murmured, making her squirm a little. Flustered by that look into his eyes. That look that spoke of his wicked intent. Those things that he wanted to do to her body.
"Turn around, sweetheart. Let me have another look at you," surprise glinted in her eyes as she looked up at him for a moment, but she did as told nonetheless. Slowly turning her back to him.
She was shaking so hard now. Breath coming out in faster and deeper pants. Waiting to see what he was going to do next.
"So fucking sexy. I can't wait to have this sweet little ass slapping against me," her breath hitched in her throat as soon as she heard him whisper those words in her ear, her body reacting at his closeness. She was buzzing with need. So delightfully enticed by the feel of him so close to her. Warming her skin. And as soon as those hands landed on her hips into a slow and gentle move, she shivered. Softly whimpering a little.
"Tell me, sweetheart, what was I doing to you in your dream?" He sensually whispered, his naughty hands starting their journey over her skin. Caressing. Exploring. She started to breathe faster and faster as that dream returned to her, reminiscing what he was doing to her. But it was nothing compared to this. And he was barely even touching her.
"Was I touching you like this?" She mewled as a hand slowly moved upwards to cup one of her breasts, softly pinching her hardened nipple.
"Yes!" She cried out, so incredibly aroused by his touch.
"And like this?" Her eyes widened as his other hand slowly traveled south, finding her heated and wet mound.
"Yes, oh God, yes!" She moaned out, her body shuddering from the incredible sensation.
"I am your god, Diana. And there's only one name you can moan out like that. Mine," he mildly scolded her, pressing his body closer to hers. Making her feel the hard length of him. His muscled body wrapping around hers so deliciously.
"Let me make you feel good, sweetheart, before I make you scream and wet yourself from the pleasure," she gasped as soon as she heard that, her body shuddering again as his middle finger touched her there, where no other man ever had. Slowly tracing it right in the middle, between her slick and sensitive folds.
She moaned out, simply giving in to him. Surrendering to the pleasure as he started to fondle and play with her most intimate areas. Cupping her heavy breasts. Tantalizingly pinching her nipples. Softly caressing her there, where she wanted him the most. Tracing his fingers up and down, lightly prodding at her entrance. Slipping his fingers into her just a little, and rubbing circles around. Coating her in her own juices, and playing with that sweet little button at the top as she cried and squirmed, panting in his arms. Calling out his name in soft and tortured pleas. Clutching at his arms as he continued to work her. Massage her. His lips finding their way up her shoulder. Kissing. Nipping.
She moaned and mewled, her hips starting to gyrate in sync with his hand. Chasing that high that was building so fast within her. Making her yearn for it so much. She wanted it. She wanted to let go in his arms. He was making her feel so good. She was loving the feel of him around her. Of his hands on her. So she reached out and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, pressing herself even further into him. Feeling all of him as he caressed her. Teased her. Touched her.
And soon, she let go with a few jerks of her body, her kitty weeping as she squealed and cried, calling out his name. Drenching his hand.
"Mmm...Diana..." he groaned in reply, letting her ride that wave. Keeping his hand there, between her thighs until that last shiver wracked throughout her.
He then pulled it away, only to put those fingers into his mouth and lick at those juices coating them. A soft rumble resounding from within his chest.
She lightly shivered again, that burning passion only rekindling. Yearning for more from him. More of his touches. His kisses.
He slowly turned her around in his hold, his arm firmly wrapping around her waist before his gaze found hers. Peering down at her so tenderly as he held her.
"I would relinquish drinking blood forever if I could, in favor of that sweet nectar dripping down your thighs,"
She could only whimper a little in return at the sound of that, eyes dancing between his blood-red ones. Hands resting against his chest as he carefully grabbed her jaw. Licking his lips before they descended upon hers. Moving into a soft and arousing kiss.
She mewled again as she could feel him press between them, his velvety and hard member digging into her skin. Making her kitty pulse in response. Wet itself with growing need.
He slanted his mouth against hers, licking at her lips and demanding for entrance. She meekly complied, parting her lips for him. Letting him invade her mouth. Her body. Her soul. Her mind.
Nicholas kissed her mouth with burning passion and fervor, taking his time to savor her. Enjoy the feel of her. She was so fucking delicious. And he wanted her so much. He wanted to have her. All of her. He wanted to breathe her in. Taste her skin. Her pussy. Her lips. Her tits. All of her. He wanted to have all of her and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to explore more of her.
So he grabbed her by the back of her thighs and took her into his arms, holding her against him. Feeling those plump and large breasts press against him as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Her wet pussy touching his lower abdomen with every breath that he took as she had her legs wrapped around him.
He softly groaned, biting at her lower lip. He would've shoved himself right into her right there and then had she not been still a virgin. Fucked her hard and fast against the nearest wall. He wanted to pound into her like a fucking madman. Fill her with his cum over and over again. Make her cry from the pleasure. But she still was, pure and untouched. His to touch. To kiss. To fuck. And he wanted to make all this right. He needed to do right by her. Pamper her.
She was his mate, and she definitely deserved special treatment. The best that there was. She was his one and only. The only one that could ever make him feel like this. His only weakness. His sweetest drug.
He carried her towards the bed, his mouth still attached to hers. Licking. Savoring. Biting. Hearing the sounds of her sweet little mewls. The way that her frail and equally sexy body trembled against his. Yearning to be touched. Kissed. Taken.
He laid her down, gently letting go of her. Taking another moment to peer down at her. Admire her. She was so incredibly beautiful. The most beautiful being that he had ever laid eyes upon. His mate. His sweet and fragile mate.
He let his gaze roam over her body, starting from her long and sexy legs first. Her sun-kissed skin. He let it trail upwards, staring at her wet little pussy. Those small lips. So pink and glistening. He could feel his mouth water, yearning for another taste of her. Of her delicious juices.
He couldn't help but grab himself once again, softly stroking at his cock as he hungrily gazed at his mate's body. He couldn't wait to have her. Feel her velvety walls clench around him.
He noticed that she was breathing faster now too, her heart pumping so hard. Making those large and bouncy breasts heave up and down. Her body trembling.
He looked further up to meet her gaze, noticing that look into her doe green eyes. Her eyelids were hooded, her line of sight actually connected to what he was doing to himself. Closely watching that action. Her lips were mildly parted, breathing through them. Licking her lips. Biting them.
Fuck. He groaned, stroking himself even harder now. So painfully aroused by the sight of her like that. Wanting him. Lusting for his cock.
"Ahh...fuck...Diana..."
She moaned in return, continuing to watch as he fucked his hand. Her hands timidly reaching to touch herself.
He groaned again, so fucking turned on. Watching as one hand cupped her breast whilst the other moved lower down her belly. Trying to replicate what he had just done to her.
His balls tightened, feeling so fucking close. She was touching herself now, gently tracing her finger between those wet folds. Mewling as she watched what he was doing. That hand of hers way too small to cup the entirety of her breast. Pinching at her rosy nipple. Caressing herself so softly as he stroked himself so fervently now. Calling out her name before he finally let go with a grunt, thick ropes of cum raining down her body. Marking her as his. Bathing her in his scent.
She mewled even louder, continuing to touch herself. So desperate to get there.
But he abruptly stopped her by prying her hands away and pining them at her sides.
She immediately squealed with protest, even squirming a little. Making him let out a small chuckle.
"Shh, it's alright, sweetheart. No need to cry. Daddy will take care of you now," he cooed, making her pause and stare up at him. Shivering from the burning want.
"Please..." she quietly whimpered. Her thighs futilely clenching into an attempt to somehow ease her ache.
"Yes, I know, sweetheart. But it will hurt too much right now. We need to make you cum again first," he softly told her, leaning closer over her body. Placing a gentle kiss over her breast before he took her nipple into his mouth. Gently sucking at it.
She let out a small moan, finally settling down. Letting him continue with his sweet ministrations. His worship of her body. So he continued, taking his time to feast on her round and full tits. Sucking onto them. Biting them. Kissing them. She was so fucking delicious, and those mewls of hers were music to his ears. The songs of the angels. He couldn't get enough of them. They were making him feel so painfully hard. So riled-up all over again. He needed to taste more. Have more of that delicious nectar between her legs.
He went further down, biting and sucking at her skin. Leaving a trail down her body before he finally reached that special spot between her thighs. Her wet and aching pussy.
He deeply inhaled, breathing in her maddening scent. Her arousal. She was so yearning. And so ready. Emanating mating pheromones out of her every pore. Trickling with wetness. He softly groaned again, barely able to reign himself in. He wanted to have her, and he wanted to have her now. All of her.
So he leaned closer and kissed her there, earning himself a loud moan from her. He smirked, so fucking pleased by the sound. And then he started his feast on her, making her cry and tremble on that bed.