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She put her hand over his to stop him. "You are perfect all over, Brandon, and now that I have had a moment to adjust my expectations, I will continue with my explorations." She took both of his hands and returned them over his head. "I think they should stay there."
He was speechless.
None of the females he'd been with had been so assertive with him, and they had been experienced.
His bossy princess was damn sexy.
Tucking his hands under his head, he lifted his legs when she pulled the pants all the way off him. "I hope you know what you're doing, Morelle. I'm very close to erupting, and I don't think you are ready for that."
She leaned up on her knees and laid a finger on his lips. "I know everything there is to know in theory, and now I'm implementing what I've learned." She removed her finger, replacing it with her lips.
When she slid her tongue into his mouth, he didn't allow her to wrap it around his fangs and instead pushed it back and entered her mouth.
If she touched his fangs, it would be game over.
She leaned away, and the challenge in her expression should have prepared him for what she was about to do, but he once again underestimated her boldness.
Gripping the lacy hem of her nightdress, she lifted it over her head in one swift motion and threw it behind her.
Her breasts were just as he remembered them from last night, small but perfect and topped with dark nipples that stood erect and begged to be sucked.
He hadn't gotten nearly enough of them last night.
Before he could decide what to do next, Morelle cupped her breasts and started undulating her hips, her panty-covered lower lips rubbing over his exposed erection and coating it with the moisture that soaked through the fabric.
"I'm warning you, Princess. You are playing with a volcano that is about to erupt."
She let out a throaty laugh, scooted back, and let go of one of her breasts to run her hand over his shaft. "I love the way you feel. Hard and soft at the same time." She closed her fingers around it. "You are so thick and long. I wonder how you are going to fit inside of me."
"Very carefully," he hissed from between his fully elongated fangs.
"I want to taste you." She dipped her head and flicked her tongue over the head, lapping up the drop of moisture that had gathered there.
He bucked, imploring his rising seed to recede and allow him a few more moments of this excruciating pleasure.
Morelle licked him again and then lowered her mouth over the tip.
Brandon's eyes rolled back in his head, and when she took more of him into her mouth, he had an out-of-body experience.
"Princess, I'm about to come in your mouth."
He expected her to back off, but instead, she sucked him hard and, at the same time, squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand.
He exploded, his fangs dripping venom as he spilled down her throat.
She swallowed as he came, and when he was spent, she licked him as if she was hungry for every last drop.
He didn't give her a chance, gripping her waist and flipping them over. He needed to bite her, and he couldn't wait, even though the sequence was all wrong.
Smiling, Morelle tilted her head to the side and exposed her neck. "Do it. Bite me, Brandon."
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MORELLE
When Brandon's fangs pierced Morelle's neck, pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced flooded her system. The venom flowed through her veins like liquid starlight, and suddenly, she was floating, drifting through a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations.
She saw herself as a child in the temple, but instead of the strict environment she remembered, the walls were covered in flowering vines. Her younger self danced free and unveiled through corridors that sparkled with rainbow light, her laughter echoing off the crystal walls. The head priestess's severe robes transformed into butterfly wings, and she soared away into an aurora-lit sky.