Karizma

Ryleigh dropped her magic around Kristopher and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his hands instantly cup her ass, to which she wrapped her legs around his waist. She kissed him deeply, desperately. She was terrified of losing him, she felt childish for trapping him with her magic, but she would be damned if he walked out on her. Not now, she thought. Her hands tangled in his hair as she attempted to bring his face closer to hers, as she pressed her body further into his. Her entire life had been fighting; fighting the heat cycle would be no different. If she decided to turn, she would fight. She refused to succumb to something so trivial, after standing against everything else that life threw at her.

Kristopher led them over to the bed and sat on it. Ryleigh straddled his lap while his hands roamed clawed at the skin beneath her shirt. He growled and ripped the shirt off her body. He needed her, he craved her, and the clothes that she was wearing were inconvenient. His fangs descended instinctively as he relished in her body, her skin. He wrapped his hands in her hair and yanked her lips away from his. She uttered a slight moan and his eyes fixated on the beautiful vein that was pulsing in her neck. He leaned forward and trailed his tongue along the vein, allowing his fangs to graze the skin as he did so. He was going to mark her in every way that he could; even if it meant that the wolves would eliminate his markings after turning her, they would have to eliminate his markings by marking over them. She was his first, and he was damned determined to make everyone know.

Ryleigh sighed as she felt Kristopher’s fangs tease at her skin. She felt him bite lightly and she gasped suddenly. “I want to taste you, to mark you, my love,” Kristopher’s deep growl rolled against her skin. “Regardless of what happens, I want everyone to see that you are mine. To see it, to smell it, to fear questioning it. I will do whatever it takes to keep you, Ryleigh.”

“As long as you don’t leave me,” Ryleigh breathed. She knew the danger in his words, that he would kill anyone and anything that threatened to take her from him, but she also remembered his promise; he was going to be the only one to kill her. Stop remembering, she scolded herself. Forget about death and the Lycans and cherish the vampire before you who is breaking. He needs you more than he needs your concerns. “I will never leave you,” Kristopher groaned.

Kristopher’s fangs penetrated her neck suddenly, and Ryleigh cried out. He drank her delicious blood greedily, twisting his fangs sharply to deepen the imprint of him in her skin. He snarled suddenly as the smell of Ryleigh’s arousal filled the air. Fuck, she makes me love her even more, he thought. His feeding, who he truly was, was the strongest aphrodisiac for her, and he fell deeper in love with her each time that it was confirmed. He tore his fangs from her neck, ripped her head to the side, and buried his fangs into the opposite side of her neck. She cried out once again, her arousal intensifying. He knew that Lycans began the transition with marking their intended for the transformation, and the mark was always on the intended’s neck. He wanted to display his own markings to whoever attempted to claim her after him. He twisted his fangs again to increase the damage and ripped them out of her neck. He snarled as the blood trickled down her chest from her wounds, as the beautiful goddess before him did not fear him. Instead, she grabbed his throat and crashed her lips against his.

Ryleigh kissed him greedily, passionately, never wanting to not feel his touch even for a second. She dipped into her magic and placed one hand on Kristopher’s shirt. The fabric instantly disintegrated beneath her fingertips, and she raked her nails against his chest. He growled deeply and ripped her face away from his. Ryleigh’s breath caught in her throat as she observed the terrifyingly beautiful man that was in front of her. His bright red eyes were fixated on her, his fangs glittering with her blood. A surge of lust and possession surged through her suddenly; this deadly vampire craved her and her alone. She thrust her magic into him and forced Kristopher flat on his back. Her magic quickly unbuttoned his jeans and tossed them into a corner of the room. She placed a hand on his boxers, and the fabric disintegrated. Kristopher sat up suddenly and reached a hand for her, but she was faster; she thrust her hand out and her magic strapped Kristopher to the bed flat on his back.

Kristopher snarled deeply as Ryleigh pulled his cock into her mouth. He attempted to wrap a hand in her hair, but her magic secured handcuffs around his wrist and kept him pinned against the bed. He bucked his hips into her face and smirked as she slapped his thigh in response. Her arousal polluted the air stronger than before, and he noticed that her magic began to weaken just slightly. He released a guttural groan as his cock continued to hit the back of her throat. He felt his release threatening, and he growled. He did not want to release in her mouth; he wanted to be deep in her, his seed coating her womb until it dripped out of her. With the weakened link in her magic, Kristopher’s speed triumphed. He ripped Ryleigh’s head away from his cock and flung her on to the bed.

Ryleigh breathed heavily as her heartbeat felt like a trapped hummingbird in her chest. Kristopher’s dominance was erotic, making her do whatever he wanted. He growled lowly, deeply, as he prowled across the bed toward her and tore her pants off her body. His bright red eyes and beautifully blood-stained fangs had Ryleigh’s arousal pool between her legs in anticipation. “Fuck, you are gorgeous with my marks all over you,” Kristopher purred as his fangs teased along her throat.

“Funny, I was just thinking how stunning you are with my blood on you,” Ryleigh breathed out as she arched her back to him. “My beautiful beast.”

“Only yours, my pet,” Kristopher growled. Ryleigh cried out as Kristopher thrust his erection into her core as he simultaneously penetrated his fangs into her throat. His feeding on her throat was much more restrained, his tongue caressing the skin beneath his mouth while he did so. She tangled her hands in his hair and tugged sharply. She moaned as he began to increase his thrusting, his hypnotizing growl drenching his erection with her arousal.

Kristopher’s muscles ached with the restraint that he was utilizing. Ryleigh’s wetness flooding his cock was enough to send him over the edge, especially with her blood on his tongue. He craved to tear open her throat and bathe in her blood while he fucked her senseless. His muscles swelled and tensed all over his body as he physically restrained himself from allowing his craving to be satisfied. He slowly removed his fangs from her throat and kissed her deeply, desperately. He growled as Ryleigh dug her nails into his back and drew him closer to her. “I’m going to fill you with my cum until you drip it while you walk, pet,” he snarled as he pulled himself onto his knees to increase his thrusting. “No other man will stand a chance against my seed. You are mine, Ryleigh Karizma, and mine alone.”

Ryleigh moaned out as Kristopher’s speed increased. She felt her orgasm build as another wave of arousal drenched Kristopher’s erection. To any other person, such declarations and acts of possession would appear toxic; but, to them, it was their language. We have such a dangerous and threatening relationship that we need to lay claim to each other to save each other, to assure each other that the other will not leave, she thought. We are both so damaged, so terrified of losing the other. “Fill me, Kristopher,” Ryleigh moaned out. “I am yours and yours alone, Kristopher Knight.” She saw Kristopher’s red eyes brighten so much that they were almost blinding her. She arched her body up against him as she rocked her hips with his. His thrusting increased suddenly as he accessed his vampiric speed, and Ryleigh’s moans of passion became blended with moans of pain. He was so large and desperate for her that his size was painful, but she absolutely craved it. This is the best kind of pain, she thought.

Kristopher roared as his orgasm tore through his body and his hot seed filled his witch greedily. He felt his cock pulsate as his seed continued to spill into her, which only furthered his consistent thrusting into her. He wanted his cock to reach the back of her womb, for his seed to fill her so completely that no other seed could even chance her impregnation. She is mine, he thought with a snarl. No other will take her from me. He flipped Ryleigh on to her stomach and began pounding into her as his cock quickly flicked back to life. He wrapped one hand around her shoulder to hold her in place while he buried his fangs into the opposite shoulder. Ryleigh’s moans became screams of pleasure and pain, and the sound fueled his pounding into her.

Ryleigh screamed out as she felt Kristopher’s fangs tear into her shoulder as he groaned against her skin. Before she could even wonder if they were going to rest, Kristopher ripped his fangs from her shoulder and replaced it with his hand. He quickly buried his fangs into the opposite shoulder and began pounding into her again. She had invited him to fill her, to do whatever he needed to for the assurance that she would remain his, and with that invitation came the realization that she would struggle to walk tomorrow. Fuck, is it worth it, she thought as she screamed out for him again. He was filling her and marking her desperately, wanting to lay his own claim to her before anyone else could. She cried out as another orgasm spasmed her body around his erection. Kristopher snarled and buried his fangs deeper into her shoulder as his thrusting slowed. She felt the warmth of his seed each time that he released into her, as if reminding her that she was his.

Kristopher flipped Ryleigh back onto her back and kissed her slowly, passionately. He had been fucking her out of desperation, out of fear. Now, he wanted to make love to her like she deserved. His cock sprung back, and he quickly slid it into her core. His thrusting was slow as he rolled his hips into her. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her. Ryleigh’s sigh was swallowed by Kristopher as his mouth made love to hers. His lips worked tenderly, slowly, his tongue massaging hers. He groaned as Ryleigh’s fingernails grazed his back softly. She was so fragile, so gentle beneath him; she may be the strongest witch that he had ever met, but she was still a human. And she allowed me to do what I needed to do to her, he thought in astonishment. Her magic helped her pain, but it would still be painful nonetheless.

Ryleigh’s soft cry was swallowed by Kristopher as another orgasm squeezed around Kristopher’s erection. She wrapped her hands in his hair and kissed him deeply. She rocked her hips against his as she felt his body begin to tense. Kristopher released a guttural groan into Ryleigh’s mouth as he released inside of her. Ryleigh slowly released Kristopher’s lips from hers so that she could breathe. “Kristopher,” she whispered. “My beast.”

“Are you okay?” he asked instantly, concern dimming his red eyes slightly.

“I’m perfect,” she whispered. “I love you, all sides of you.”

“Fuck, I love you, Ryleigh,” Kristopher murmured as he kissed her lips tenderly.

Kristopher’s cock livened again, and he began slowly rocking his hips into Ryleigh’s. “My beast, walking may be difficult tomorrow,” she whispered.

“Are you asking me to stop, my love?” Kristopher whispered back as he kissed her throat.

“Hell no,” Ryleigh breathed as she arched up to him. “Just warning you that you may need to cater to me until I recover.”

“Baby, I will do whatever you need me to. Just say the word but remember that I will keep to mine. I want you full of my seed and covered in my marks, and neither has been fulfilled yet,” Kristopher growled. He kissed her again and felt his seed building, threatening to burst with his orgasm. By the end of the night, he had planned so many orgasms that they would both lose count; he had planned so many orgasms that they would not stop until neither one of them could continue, until their legs grew weak. With my vampirism, it is going to take a lot to weaken me, he thought with a grin. He spilled his seed deep into her, and instantly began thrusting again as his erection hardened once again. I hope my queen witch is ready for this, he thought. This will be a long night.