He rounded over me, hand in the bed, as his hips slammed into mine and I took the savage thrusts of his mammoth cock, fucking…loving…every…fucking…one.

“Abel,” I whimpered.

“Tell me you can take it,” he grunted, his hand not in the bed moving to my hair, gathering it in a fist at the back of my neck.

I arched my back, tipping my hips up, and got more.

It was phenomenal.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I can so take it.”

“Fuck, fuck, thank fuck,” he groaned, twisting my hair, pulling my head back.

Phenomenal.

“Baby,” I whispered, sliding my knees out, giving him better access.

“Jesus,” he gritted, yanking my hair back hard enough I came off my hands and felt my pussy clutch at his cock that felt so fucking good.

He caught me around the chest, pulling me to him, still driving up inside. His hand shifted to my breast, cupping it; his other hand went between my legs, finger at my clit, pulsing, tight, hard, rough.

Holy fuck.

“Yes, Abel, don’t stop,” I urged.

His mouth went to my neck.

“Drink,” I rasped.

“Lilah, bao bei,” he whispered into my neck, still pounding inside.

“Take it all from me,” I encouraged, lifting a hand to cover his where he held me at my breast, stretching my other arm out and behind me so I could clench my fingers into his ass, feeling the power of it flex as he pounded inside.

His hand at my breast squeezed hard. I arched my back again, driving my ass into his hips, and his finger at my clit pressed in harder as he groaned, “Fuck yes.”

Then I felt his tongue at my neck, and again. Oh God, nice.

“God, your fuckin’ pussy,” he growled into my neck. “Ecstasy,” he finished and licked my neck again, slamming his cock up and grinding inside.

My head fell back and hit his shoulder as his finger at my clit, thumb and finger now tugging hard at my nipple, cock grinding inside—all of it swept over me, fearful in its power, ready to engulf me, annihilate me. My body tensed, not to welcome it but to fight it off, because suddenly, it was terrifying.

“Abel,” I gasped, gripping his wrists.

I didn’t feel his teeth sink into my flesh, but I felt the blood gush.

And when I did, my orgasm came over me, my body bucking in his hold as he started moving again, my blood pumping and flooding his mouth with each thrust, the climax blistering through me on each drive, wave after wave of sheer heat. My mouth opened and a silent cry of rapture floated out, sweeping me away as I clasped him fast and deep inside me.

Still orgasming, I felt the blood stop flowing and his lips at my ear where he whispered, “Need you to take me on your hands and knees, pussycat.”