Page 77 of Dark Gambit: The Play

She didn't want to share any of this with Max.

When the first climax tore through her, she had no choice but to open her mouth, or she would have suffocated on the cry that needed an outlet.

The chains rattled as Eric strained against them, reminding her that this pleasure had been one-sided and only the start, and that much more was awaiting her under the thin blanket covering him.

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ERIC

Darlene's sweet, fragrant pussy hovered above Eric's face, her hips undulating with the aftershocks of her climax, and as he licked her clean, he was so damn aroused that he was afraid he would shoot his load the moment she touched his painfully stiff shaft.

Panting, she let the hideous nightgown flutter down around her, restricting his airflow, but a moment later, she shifted down, dragging the fabric with her.

"I think you're ready for me, lover boy." She gripped what was covering him and tossed it aside. "Oh, my. Ready and then some." She dipped her head.

"Don't. I'm about to blow."

She looked at him over her shoulder and smirked. "Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, but we don't want to waste your most potent load."

Gripping him lightly, she positioned him right at her entrance, and holding him in place, she lowered herself on top of him.

Eric bit down hard on his lower lip, commanding his seed to recede and wait for the right moment.

When Darlene pushed down, and her heat enclosed him, he realized that he was never going to get enough of it. They could make love thousands of times, and he would still want her, on top of him, taking him, taking her pleasure from him. He would look at her beautiful face and feel the love swelling in his chest for this amazing woman who had saved him from a life of coasting but not living.

"Let me see you," he begged.

She folded the nightgown over her knees but left where they were joined covered. "Close your eyes," she whispered. "Imagine that I'm naked."

Darlene started moving, her hips swaying as she pushed down and lifted and then pushed down again, getting a rhythm on.

Needing to touch her, his fists opened and closed, opened again, and gripped the sheet under him, tearing into the fabric as he struggled to hold on and not come right away.

He wanted her to climax again, and not from Max's venom bite.

As the aggression surged in his chest, his muscles tightened, and he pulled on the chains, but they held him firmly. All he could do to distract himself from thinking about the Guardian in the next room was to focus on Darlene's hips going up and down and how much he wanted to grip them.

"Lift that damn skirt. I need to see you riding me."

When she did as he asked, what he saw mesmerized him. Every time she moved up, he saw his glistening shaft, and each time she lowered herself on his length, seeing it disappear inside of her filled him with lust and possessiveness that was almost too much to bear.

Gritting his teeth and wishing that they were fangs, he hissed. "Come for me, Darlene."

With a groan, she threw her head back, and as her sheath tightened around his shaft, he started coming.

He was still drunk on her and semi-conscious when the door banged open, and a monster with long fangs and crazed eyes rushed toward his woman.

Eric's instincts roared to life, and the need to leap from the bed and protect his female was overwhelming. As he pulled on the chains, the wooden poles groaned but held, and he could do nothing but watch helplessly as the monster gripped Darlene's head.

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DARLENE

As Darlene heard the door bang open, she let go of the nightgown, so it covered her and Eric. Keeping her eyes closed to keep Max out of her awareness, she had a moment of fear as the chains rattled and the bedposts groaned, and then a powerful hand gripped the top of her head, yanking it to the side.

She expected Max to tear the top of her nightgown to expose her throat, but he just bit her through the fabric.

The pain was intense, a burning sensation that had her hiss, but it didn't last long. A cooling sensation followed, flooding her with a wave of euphoria, but the peace didn't last long either. A wave of lust followed, and she was coming again and again. No longer mindful of keeping quiet, she heard herself screaming, but had no idea what syllables were leaving her hoarse throat.