“Up,” he grunted, not giving me the choice and pulling my hand from the headboard, yanking me up with his arm at my chest as he sat back on his calves, taking me with him so I was sitting, impaled on his cock. “You give me anything, let me watch you take yourself there.”

I’d give him anything.

So I fucked myself wild on his cock, rubbing my clit, my head resting back on his shoulder, one of his hands curled around my breast, the fingers of his other whispering through the hair between my legs, his mouth to my shoulder, his eyes watching me take myself there.

“Look at you, burying me deep,” he murmured roughly.

I couldn’t. I was coming.

Then I was coming harder when he pushed me forward, not to my knees, to my belly, cheek to the pillow, legs spread wide, his hands in the bed, his hips pistoning, his cock pounding into me.

“Abel, baby,” I moaned, bucking with my orgasm, jolting each time I took his cock.

“Like that?” he growled.

“Yeah,” I panted.

“Tell me you like it, Lilah.”

“I like it, baby,” I breathed, then it washed over me again, my lips parting with the force of my silent release.

Abel tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head back and to the side so he could watch me come. And when he did, I gave him a show because one could say I seriously liked my man pulling my hair. But it was better because it felt like he was using it to drive me down harder on his big dick.

“I keep coming,” I gasped as more burned through me, my body shaking with it.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, I feel it. Keep goin’, baby. Milk me.”

He had to shut up or I was going to die from orgasming.

“Abel,” I cried, my body now spasming.

“Fuck…” He pulled out and rammed in. “Yeah.”

And finally he came, bucking over me, inside me, taking me along for his ride as he growled his climax. He released my hair but sank his teeth in my shoulder. Not the vamp ones. His.

Freaking amazing.

He brought us both down by continuing to fuck me, now slow and sweet but still deep.

I closed my eyes and took it, loving each stroke, listening to his breath even, feeling him shift his hips to guide his cock to hit a sweet spot, then back, giving it all to me.

Suddenly he pulled out and rolled off, but I was on my belly without him for only a millisecond before he tugged me over him again.

Sifting his fingers into my hair to pull it away at either side of my head, he moved it until I caught his eyes.

“Bring me back home, baby, so you can sleep.”

Oh yes.