Tall, Silent & Lethal

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  He was forced to run his tongue over his fangs when they tried to slide down, eager for a taste of the blood swelling the feminine flesh beneath his mouth. When time hadn’t been a factor and he hadn’t had to worry about Marta’s safety, he used to pleasure a woman just like this, methodically hitting each pleasure point and pushing a woman past her endurance to make the blood rush between her legs. Once she was properly distracted, he would slip a finger inside her and keep her distracted, f**king her with his fingers while he slid his fangs in her thigh and took his fill. He’d never enjoyed the act before. The women he’d pleasured had been nothing but a meal to him and a way to escape his life for a short time, but this…. .

  God, he could do this all f**king day, he thought as he outlined her core with the tip of his tongue and flicked it over her swollen clit. He shifted over her, working his tongue on her cl*t while he reached between her legs with his hand as he settled on his stomach. He closed his lips around her swollen nub as he traced her opening with his finger, loving the way that she squirmed and moaned.

  Her fingers threaded through his hair in that way that drove him out of his f**king mind. He’d noticed that she did it when she was turned on and she liked what he was doing. He wasn’t even sure that she was aware that she was doing it, but he loved it. He loved the way it felt to have fingers running through his hair, the gentle way she did it as though she was rewarding him with a soothing touch for pleasing her.

  “Christofer,” she moaned his name as her legs fell open, her fingers running through his hair as she slowly arched her hips, riding his finger in a slow sensual pace that was making it more difficult with each passing second to hold back, but he wanted to hear her scream his name one more time before he was too distracted to savor it.

  He gave the sweet little nub between his lips one last suckle and a kiss before he moved up her body, dying to take one of the large pink ni**les between his lips as he took her with his finger. Cloe continued to run her fingers through his hair as he kissed and licked his way to one large breast. He savored the warm firm globe, nuzzling it with his face as he kissed every inch of skin that he could reach until finally his mouth found the prize.

  She gasped with pleasure as he ran his tongue over her nipple. Her fingers ran through his hair even as she rode his finger almost desperately. He pulled his finger free of her honeyed core and added a second finger and slid them back inside the smooth channel as he pressed his thumb just above her clit.

  “Christofer,” she said his name like a plea as he suckled her nipple into a hard point and moved to the other one all while his thumb slowly moved around her clit, teasing the little nub as his fingers slid inside her.

  “Now,” Cloe demanded on a gasp, her h*ps riding his fingers in a way that made his c**k jealous.

  “Now,” he agreed, pressing one last kiss against her nipple, he pulled his hand away from her and placed it on the bed near her head as he settled between her legs.

  Her fingers paused in their soothing motions to cup his face and pull his mouth down to hers. She brushed her lips against his as he settled more firmly between her legs. When his erection came to rest against her wet slit they both moaned.

  “You feel so f**king good,” he said hoarsely, forced to close his eyes and hold his breath, terrified that this was going to be over before it began.

  But, Cloe was having none of that.

  She nibbled at his lips, licking the slight sting away before she teased his lips open and invaded. He groaned long and loud as her tongue slid over his, teasing an involuntary thrust of his hips, but that was enough to keep his h*ps rocking between hers. With every thrust of his hips, his c**k slid further and further between her swollen, wet lips until the underside of his c**k was gliding over her core and swollen little clit, earning the sexiest little moans from Cloe. The scent of her arousal intensified, making it more difficult with each thrust of his h*ps to resist finally giving in and allow his c**k to slide inside her, but he wanted to savor this for as long as possible.

  He’d waited so long for this moment, for this woman and he didn’t want to ruin it by rushing in too quickly, especially since he didn’t think he’d last that long, not if being inside Cloe felt as good as he’d imagined. It had been so long since he’d touched a woman, since he allowed himself to believe that he could be with a woman like a normal man. She felt too damn good to care about anything, especially with the way that she was suckling on his tongue as he moved it against hers.

  His hand snaked between them and found one of her large br**sts. He caressed the soft skin, groaning as the move caused her hard nipple to tease his skin. Christ, he wanted her. He wanted to slide inside her, kiss her, lick her br**sts, suck her ni**les and f**k her until his c**k exploded and then he wanted to do it again and-

  “Christofer?” Cloe said, sounding uncertain even as her hands ran all over his body as she mindlessly arched beneath him, desperate to be filled.

  “Yes, mein Schatz?” he said, moving against her, the need to be inside her overshadowing old fears until all he could think of was shifting between her legs and sliding inside her.

  “Y-you’re not going to,” she said on a hoarse whisper, pausing only long enough to release a moan when the underside of his c**k hit her core in just the right way, “lose c-control are you?”

  “Hmmm?” he murmured, absently as he shifted his hips, dragging his c**k down through her wet slit until he found the tip of his c**k settled at her core, ready to finally slide home.

  “You won’t lose control, will you?” Cloe demanded, fisting her hands in his hair and yanking his mouth down for another kiss that had his head spinning and robbed him of his ability to think past how good it felt to be in her arms.

  He pushed the tip inside her, groaning in pleasured agony as smooth velvet skin surrounded him, coating him in warm liquid as he slowly pushed inside her. Finally, he thought, damn near laughing in relief to feel her close around him.

  Finally………

  “Oh, God,” Cloe groaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, her breaths coming faster as he pushed inside her another half inch. “Just……oh, God……just don’t bite me, Christofer,” she half moaned, half pleaded, lost to the sensation of having him slide inside her. He-

  Had to stop before he hurt her.

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  “Christofer?” Cloe mumbled in confusion when he pulled away from her.

  “I can’t hurt you,” he said tightly, sounding pained as he climbed off the bed and when she saw that large, angry erection bobbing with every movement she couldn’t help but wince in sympathy.

  “And you’ll do that if we go any further?” she asked, hesitating on the last part and wondering why she hadn’t just said have sex or f**k to describe something that she’d used to do to burn off a little energy and some of the bitter loneliness that used to plague her.

  She could pretend all she wanted that she didn’t know the reason behind the hesitation, but it was difficult to do even that with the reason gently caressing her face as he pressed a tender kiss against her forehead.

  “I would rather die than hurt you again, mein Schatz,” he whispered against her forehead.

  “Do you lose control when you’re intimate with a woman?” she forced herself to ask, the words leaving a bitter taste on her tongue as her sight flickered red several times, making her realize that for the first time in her life she was jealous.