Call Of The Dark

Emma opened up for him like a flower. When he slid his tongue inside, she moaned his name. Her body squirmed beneath her and she felt her senses going haywire. The pull towards her mate was stronger than ever. It was as if she had lost all control over herself. There was this crazy connection between them that made all the sense. She felt she was being pulled into something bigger than herself. The idea of both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

His swollen cock pressed against her thighs and belly. "I think I will go mad without you," he said in a husky voice that was loaded with lust. He crashed his lips on hers in a frenzy, the kiss going intense and hungry. It was as if he was the only source of oxygen for her. It was as if her whole life depended on this kiss. Her hands traveled down from his neck to his shoulders as she let his kiss so aggressively that it was almost painful but she didn't want him to stop.

His fingers entangled her hair and he pulled her closer with desperation. And the desire was so strong that just the sensation of it was painful. She had to have him and he had to have her. All of her.

It was not because they wanted to, but because if they didn't have each other, he was sure he would die.

Little bursts of electricity sizzled everywhere. He took his hand to her buttock and grabbed one of them. She wrapped her thighs around him and yanked him closer.

He had never felt so much out of control and it was impossible for him to stop now. There were so many questions in his mind because it wasn't making sense. How could he lose control? But later. "I want to get inside you, Emma. Can I?" he asked, his muscles bulging in anticipation, his brow slick with sweat. He stared into her eyes, demanding, begging, craving.

"Yes," she said in a breathy voice. She could feel his chest vibrating. The shudder of his thighs was palpable.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He positioned the crown of his cock at her core and without warning, he entered her. She gasped and stilled as he stretched her to the fullest. The feeling was… surreal. How could this be? She closed her eyes.

A growl emanated from his chest and he pushed deeper until his full length stretched her to the maximum. She felt his cock twitch inside her. He lifted himself over his elbows and looked at her face. "Look at me, Emma," he demanded. "I want to see you as I thrust inside you. She opened her eyes and a rumble came out of his chest seeing her lustful eyes. She wanted him just like he wanted her. Slowly he began thrusting inside her in order to prepare her for him.

She shifted a little and moaned. Her nails dug in his shoulders and she drew blood. Lazarus groaned, reveling in the sensation. His mate had clawed him in the throes of pleasure. He started pounding hard and fast, her body bouncing with every movement. Pleasure built with every thrust. She clawed him on his back to hold him while he continued to thrust himself inside her, bury deep within her. It was so wild. It was so intense. Yet it was so right.

The heat in her lower body was coiling, coiling, coiling so tight that she began panting, she began chasing something.

"Come for me, Emma," he growled.

And on his cue, she came all around his cock. Ripples of pleasure crashed through her, each one slightly larger than the one before. Her body arched as she screamed with the explosion of pleasure. Her head tipped back. She turned to the side, baring her neck for him.

His fangs had grown long for the want of his mate. Venom pooled in his mouth and he resisted to pierce it in her pulse point. His gaze locked on her pulse point she screamed with pleasure. She was looking like she was the only world he wanted to spend his life in.

He needed to control his need to mark her, so he pounded harder inside her. A shiver ran down his spine and through his buttocks right into his shaft. With a roar, in a frenzy, he struck her like an asp, piercing her pulse point with his fangs that were dripping with his venom. At the same time, he released inside her. Arc upon hot arc. Filling her as he pounded inside her and as he grabbed her with his hands to keep her still as he marked her.

Emma screamed as waves of pain and pleasure crashed through her over and over again. He didn't let her move until he had spent himself completely inside her. He wrapped his lips around her skin and lapped up her blood. His eyes rolled back into his head when the first taste of warm blood coated his tongue. She tasted like the honey of spring flowers mixed with spice. She tasted like elixir, like life. And she tasted like… sin.

Lazarus could suck her dry and still not be satisfied. For the first time in his life, he had had sex with the only person he wanted to be with. His mate. And for the first time he allowed himself to go out of control to the point of no return. "Mine!" he snarled against her as he held her tightly against his body. "Only mine!" He had claimed and marked her. It seemed like he had conquered the world.

She tangled her fingers in his hair as her body writhed in a spasm and then everything went smooth. She felt… ecstatic. As if she would have given him her last drop of blood if he needed it. All her anxieties melted. "Lorza…" she said, his name a caress on his skin. "I love you…"

He was losing control over himself. He had to remove himself from her, else he didn't know what he would end up doing. He disentangled himself from her and licked her over the place where he had marked her. Lifting himself a little above her, he gazed into her eyes as he raked his finger through her hair. "Emma…" he didn't know what to say. A sudden worry ran through him. Now she would be his blood slave.