Cuff me...is she for real? Of course she means it, you idiot. What did you think the handcuffs were for? Now anxious with anticipation, he obeyed her command, allowing her to restrain his wrists in the cool metal. Stepping backward and keeping his gaze riveted on his brutally hot wife, Ascher fell back into the sofa, naked and with bound hands that rested at the small of his back.
Straddling his lap, her hips circled against his hardness, pushing his restraint to the bitter edge. Her kiss was different, her tongue deeply probing and her lips crushing against his, brash to the point that they bruised the flesh, causing a dull ache that radiated to every cell in his body.
“The venom, baby, please be careful.” Overcome with lust and approaching the brink of his sanity, he was still lucid enough to remind her about the poison in his blood. He was grateful that the venom only bonded with vampire black cells; otherwise, he’d never allow her to go down on him. The pleasure wasn’t worth the risk of turning her.
She nodded as though she understood, kneeling in front of him. “I was going to blindfold you but decided against it. I want you to see what I’m going to do. You’ve been a very bad boy.” Tilting forward, her ruby lips formed an “o” as she blew a teasing stream of breath against his rod, initiating contact and taunting him until his fevered body pained with the need for any form of her. With a stiff tongue, she lapped a slick circuit along the veins coursing his pulsing length and around the delicate skin of his cockhead.
A wave of desire swept him, submerging his human nature, awakening the primitive beast within. A throaty growl emerged from the depths of his belly as her mouth slipped up and down his thickened shaft. Her full lips drew in his swollen crown, gently pulling on the tender tissue. His eyes rolled as her tongue tunneled into the sensitive slit, leaving behind her crimson lipstick kiss as she extracted a thick bead of pre-cum.
The telltale tingles in his hands preceded the claws springing from his fingertips, as the lengthened points of his fangs bit at his bottom lip. A combination of wet warmth, hard suction and expertly timed motion lashed at him, bringing his release painfully close to the cusp.
She seemed just as turned on as he was. Her moans reverberated through his dick, while her eyes fixed on his unmoving gaze. Steadily fisting him with her right hand, Shauna’s left hand masturbated her clit as her head bobbed up and down—working him hard, milking him with a gentle strength that echoed her familiarity with his cock and what made it explode.
Blood pounded in his head and swirled in his vision until he was lightheaded and panting for more, begging for mercy. His hips pushed upward, meeting each thrust of her mouth with one of his own. Pleasure ebbed and crested as everything inside him coiled and tightened with tension, his vision blurring blind with fang pulsing, blood boiling insanity. “Yes—yes—fuck me with your mouth, baby...make me come.”
Ascher’s throat rumbled with animalistic growling that mimicked the most primitive of mating sounds. A hot mix of heat, bloodlust and unbridled strength welled inside him. The flexing of his hands slackened the bite of the silver manacles, until the sound of twisting metal pierced through Shauna’s mouth-filled moans.
He was free, but remained glued to the couch as climax weighted his yearning body. Heated waves travelled through him, bringing the pleasure and prompting the pain of a release brought on so violently...so quickly. “Oh, God.” A moan resonated from within. “Suck me harder, faster...Oh, Shauna—baby, I’m going to...”