CHAPTER TWELVE
Mark growled from low in the back of his throat, sounding both demonic and turned on at the same time, which he was. His eyes glowed green up at her as he continued to travel, waving his hand as her clothes dissolved from her body. He didn't feel like undressing her, it would take too long. He smirked wickedly, admiring her beautiful body, and licked his lips before pressing hot kisses to the tops of her breasts. He began licking in the spot where he wanted to taste her and finally found it. Baring his fangs, they sunk into her tender flesh and groaned as the silver blood instantly began flowing into his hot and greedy mouth.
"Mark…" Cerri whispered, her eyes closing as the sensations overwhelmed her. She pushed his head away after two draughts, not wanting to delay the return of her magick any longer then necessary, even if what he did felt exquisite.
She looked down at him, bending her head forward to kiss him, tasting her own blood on his lips. Her blood was sweet, light... liquid light. She flicked her tongue out, catching a drop on the corner crease of his lips and shivered, wondering if that was how they all tasted.
Mark smirked, the type that would send a normal woman to her knees, and chuckled deep from his throat as his tongue traveled between the valley of her breasts, taking his time. He wanted to know every inch of her and knew she wouldn't stop this, she couldn't.
Who could honestly blame her?
He growled against her skin, feeling it vibrate, and held back a shiver as his tongue slid down her stomach, the smooth flesh almost enough for him to take her completely.
She sat upright, grasping his hair with both hands. "What are you doing?" She demanded, looking at her stomach as if she expected red burns to be in the spots he'd kissed. She could still feel the trail of fire his lips had left. Cerri pulled herself back, sitting up on her knees as she stared at him. Her eyes took in his massive chest and the tattoo on his stomach as he straightened up, reaching out to trace the letters with her fingertips. A second later her finger was replaced with her tongue, mildly shocked at herself.
A low groan/growl escaped Mark's lips when she did this, immediately entangling his fingers in her purple hair, and hissed when she began nipping around his tattoo. This was a major turn on and he didn't understand why. No woman-or creature-had ever affected him this way and he didn't understand it, he didn't want too either. He pushed her back down on the bed, chuckling when she pouted at him, actually pouted, and ran his large, massive hands up her calves and back of her thighs, squeezing just a tad, spreading her beautiful long, smooth legs.
A gasp escaped her own lips, his hands on her legs were definitely sending her over the edge. She knew she wanted something and had to have it, her vampiric nature coming out slowly.
When his head was level with hers, she grabbed his chin and roughly bit into his neck, growling as hot blood splashed against the back of her throat. She purred, a low guttural sound as she drank eagerly, only ripping herself away with the most severe restraint.
The pain did not overcome the pleasure by any means as Mark's eyes turned a dark forest green, his low growl mixing with hers. He roughly pulled her up by the back of her neck, spreading her legs, and ran his hand down as his finger instantly slid inside of her, causing her to cry out. He knew she loved the pain mixed with pleasure and was going to give that to her and more.
Her entire body stiffened, her nails digging into Mark's muscular shoulders as she stared at him. When she'd regained some sense of control, her right hand slid down his chest and between their bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock. She studied his face to see if he liked it, smiling when a low hiss escaped his parted lips, her tiny fangs showing. She tested the waters by tightening her grip, her hand sliding up and down slowly.
"Oh fuck…"Mark groaned, his eyes slowly drifting shut, the immense feeling overtaking every single sense of his huge, muscular body. "Damn, Cerri!" He slowly removed his finger from her soaking wet sex, licking her essence from his finger slowly, seductively, his eyes locking with hers. "That's what you do to me." He stated gruffly, referring to his hard as a rock dick she was currently stroking.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his piercing gaze, almost flushing under the scorching look he was giving her. She let out a muffled yelp when the world turned upside down then straightened, looking down at Mark. She adjusted herself to her new position, her legs straddling his waist. She placed her palms on his abdomen, rocketing off him a second later. She almost swore he was made of iron -no pun intended- because she was on fire again. Though without the pain.
Mark growled as her sex wrapped around him in a vise grip, almost tearing at him, and wrapped his arms around her body. Their bodies instantly melted together as he slid further inside, finally feeling her walls stretch to accommodate him, and nodded as he gritted his teeth. "This is it." He hissed, kissing down her neck, and sank his fangs into her pulse point before beginning to piston in and out of her at a fast, rough pace.
The pain was sharp, then a dull throbbing ache centered between her legs. The fact that he bit her did nothing to diminish it. Her body was small and frail, made to match other small and lithe bodies, not a man/vampire/demon of this size. She nestled her face in his hair, feeling him slowing down his pace. Soon she felt a spark of pleasure, her hips rocking up to meet his inexpertly, rolling against his. This time when he moved in her rough and fast, she was more then prepared for it.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you…" He managed to breathe out, holding her closer to him as he began thrusting his hips, snapping them forward, driving in and out of her at a slow, methodic pace. He knew when he plummeted in full blast, it was his Demon side coming out, which is not what he wanted. He growled, his tip brushing against her spot, and could already feel her coming apart in his arms. The feeling was something he knew he'd never experience again as long as there was breath in his body.
Seraphim music, the feeling of the rainbow beneath her feet, her bed of clouds: this was better than all of it combined. She shivered uncontrollably against Mark, her heart beating fast against her breastbone, threatening to burst as wave after wave washed over her. Cerriwyn could feel him restraining, holding back on her and wanted it all. "Just let it go." She whispered, her legs wrapping around him tightly, back bowing as she came.
Mark nodded, gripping her hips, thrusting harsh and fast inside of her, giving her everything he had inside of him and more. Beads of sweat and perspiration began forming on his body as he came closer to the edge, knowing a few more thrusts would end it completely and they would be one. After that, anything was possible and he couldn't wait to find out what would happen that had never been done. "Cerriwyn, I'm close…"
She nodded, a fine sheen of sweat slicking her own body. A low, musical sound escaped her as stars crashed together in front of her eyes, arms and legs locking around him in a death grip. She heard and felt a low rumble starting in his chest and coming out a growl, purple orbs widening slightly. She trembled, feeling his body tightening and knew another tidal wave was coming only this time it wouldn't be hers. She moved in time with her, her walls gripping him, pulling him deeper each time he pounded back into her. "Mark!" She cried out.
Hearing her voice shouting his name in the throes of passion, that was all he could take as his thighs tightened, feeling his balls tingle, and finally thrust one final time before exploding.
"CERRIWYN!" He bellowed, their bodies suddenly glowing purple and green, the color mixing together to produce a soft blue that lit the entire room up. Neither noticed as they both spilled over the edge in utter and explicit ecstasy.
