Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 76: I need it

Chapter 76 _R18, skip if you want

Her legs locked around his waist and his grip tightened on her ass, holding her there like she was made for this, for him. Her breath hitched against his mouth, her chest rising and falling so fast, he felt it pounding against his own.

Rhydian’s cock strained against his pants, painfully hard now, pressed right where she was warm and wet even through her clothes. He could feel it. Could smell it. She was soaking for him, and it nearly broke his brain.

"We came here for the fruit remember?" he rasped, voice rough, dangerous. He was in a way, asking her if he should keep going.

She looked at him—lips parted, eyes wild as she shuddered slightly. "Let’s forget the fruit for now."

That was all the go ahead he needed, he slammed his mouth onto hers again, devouring her. His tongue slid in deep, slow and filthy, tasting her, claiming her. Her moan vibrated through him, and he answered with a low groan, his hips grinding up into her harder, the friction mind-numbing.

Clothes. In the way.

One hand slid under her top, palming her bare skin. The curve of her waist. The underside of her breast. She arched into him like she needed it, like she was starving for it.

When his thumb grazed over her nipple, tight and aching, she gasped into his mouth and rocked her hips hard against him. It made him stumble, made him curse, made him want to rip her clothes off with his teeth.

"Fuck, Sera..." he growled, "you feel so good..."

She was tugging at his shirt now, pulling it up, exposing his chest. Her lips kissed down his jaw, his throat, teeth scraping skin and making him snap. His hand slipped into her underwear, fingers pushing past fabric, dipping lower—

And he found her.

Wet, hot, dripping.

His breath caught. "You’re soaked..."

She whimpered, biting his shoulder. "You did that..."

God, he was losing it.

He slid a finger through her folds, teasing, learning her. The way her thighs trembled. The way her hips jerked. The way she clenched when he circled her clit with slow, torturous pressure.

When he finally pushed a finger inside her, her whole body tightened around him like a vice.

"Rhydian—"

That sound, his name broken on her lips made him throb. He moved faster, curling his finger just right, watching her fall apart in his arms. Her head dropped to his shoulder, moaning into his neck, thighs shaking around him.

She was close. He could feel it.

"You gonna come for me?" he whispered against her ear, voice dark and possessive.

She nodded frantically. "Don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

He added a second finger, working her open, fucking her slow and deep, grinding his palm against her clit until she snapped. Her whole body went rigid, back arching, nails sinking into his shoulders as she came hard around his fingers, her moan sharp and unrestrained, echoing in the mountains.

He held her through it, his forehead pressed to hers, whispering her name like a prayer.

But he wasn’t done.

His cock pulsed in his pants, aching for more. For her. He needed to be inside her now.

"Tell me you want this," he rasped, voice nearly shaking.

She looked at him, eyes dazed but certain. "I need it."

He set her down, spun her around, and pressed her chest gently to the rock wall, pulling her hips back toward him. Her ass fit perfectly in his hands, and he tugged her pants down with one swift move. She gasped at the sudden exposure, but she didn’t stop him, just braced herself, looking back at him with heat in her eyes. This reminded her of the time back in the training grounds that she had missed so much, and she was fucking glad they were doing this again.

He freed himself from his pants, and the moment the cool air hit his cock, it throbbed with anticipation. He lined himself up, the head brushing against her slick entrance, and nearly lost his mind at how wet she still was.

"You sure?" he asked, voice strangled, barely hanging on.

She nodded once. "Rhydian... please." He didn’t ask for permission back then, why was he doing so now?

He sank into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

Fucking hell.

She was tight. Hot. So wet it felt like she was dragging him into another universe.

They both moaned, his low and guttural, hers high and breathless.

He gave her a second to adjust, gripping her hips, kissing down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her fingers curling into the stone wall.

Then he moved.

Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate.

Every stroke made her gasp. Every roll of his hips dragged another soft, desperate sound from her lips.

He leaned forward, chest pressed to her back, lips at her ear. "You feel perfect...you remember the last time we did something like this?"

She pushed back into him, matching his rhythm, urging him deeper.

"I do....and I loved it." She moaned in response.

He fucked her harder, hips snapping into her with more force, every thrust sending shockwaves through both of them. Her hands were clawing at the rock now, legs trembling.

And he didn’t let up.

His name spilled from her lips over and over, each time more wrecked than the last, and he could feel her walls fluttering around him, she was close again.

"Come for me," he growled, biting her shoulder. "Let me feel it."

She broke with a scream, body convulsing, clenching around him so hard it dragged his orgasm out with brutal force. He slammed into her one last time, held himself deep, and spilled inside her with a ragged groan, stars exploding behind his eyes.

They stayed like that for a moment—breathless, trembling, tangled together in the dark.

He didn’t pull out. He didn’t want to.

He just held her, his forehead resting against her shoulder, his arms around her waist like if he let go, she’d disappear.

And he’d never survive that again.