T. Grey: Wicked Surrender

“Don’t worry baby, it’s nothing bad. I just need to know if you’ll,” his face darkened and he looked wildly around the room before finding her again, “mate with me.” Vera’s mouth opened and closed several times as a rushing sensation swept through her. God she loved this man. What he was asking for was so much more than a marriage. It was a soul-gripping union between two mates.

“Of course I will. I love you so much, Jackson Marsh.” The look on his face was raw love. She could see the young man who’d endured through an abusive father, could see the older man struggling with a past that ate at him, and now the man standing here before her accepting and ready for something new.

He went to her, wrapping her in his arms as he spread her legs and thrust inside her. “I love you, Vera.” He moved hard and fast inside of her, feeling her muscles clench and squeeze his cock.

Vera had no choice but to hold onto him, her fingernails curling into his strong back as his hips whipped back and forth over her. He pulled back, his fangs white in the darkened room, and bit down into his wrist.

Suddenly his thrusts slowed to a lazy but intense rhythm that had her heart fluttering and her blood pounding loudly in her ears. Blood flowed out in rivulets from his wrist but he merely looked at her, a question in his eyes.

She nodded and parted her lips.

His heartfelt grown had her thighs tightening around his. Then he put his wrist against her lips and she drank from him.

His taste was rich like wine, dark like him, and everything she could ever want. Their eyes stayed locked together for endless moments as together their life forces were exchanged. His pulse beat rapidly against her lips, his eyes darkened to black, his pupils widened. She could have stayed like that forever. Just him and her.

When he pushed down on her chin and pulled his wrist away, it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him with his blood still fresh on her tongue, her lips.

He licked himself off her, kissing her deep and long. He withdrew his cock to the tip then slammed back in as if to remind her he was still there. She moaned loud, wildly as he pulled back again and drove in. Faster, harder he thrust. Until finally he was hammering into her, stabbing at her until she was hovering over the border and about to pop.

His hand curled into her hair, holding her as his lips found hers, kissing her again and again. She was so close. She was stuck. Each thrust hit her perfectly, almost pushing her over but keeping her on the border and not letting her go over.

With a feral growl, he tore himself away from her mouth and pulled her hair to the side. “You’re going to come on my cock, mate. Or I’m going to keep fucking your pussy until you do.” His words in that rough, eager voice shoved her the last bit she needed and she convulsed, her pussy milking and clenching.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Feel my cock owning you. I’m going to do this every single day for the rest of your life. You belong to me now.” He pounded into her quivering pussy muscles again and again, and amazingly, his words sent her over again, sent her into a quivering, moaning mass of sensations until her hips were rocking tight and wildly against his.

“Ahhh, that’s it,” he groaned, slamming into her so fast. “Going to come,” he warned and then he shoved in deep, the spray of his cum so hot and deep inside her. He twitched and jerked against her as he emptied himself deep into her.

“I love you, lumara ,” she whispered with a smile.

“And I love you, mate.”

He kissed her again, a promise of a future together.

T. A. Greylives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has two wild cats that never leave her alone and a loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, old music, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she has since spent her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. You can learn more about her books at www.tagrey.com.