Chapter 157

For a breathless few moments Ciara stopped breathing as she felt him at her entrance. Her womb clenched…her womanhood was soaked with her eagerness.

Ciara was sure her heart stopped the moment she felt him nudge her entrance. Watching him as he slid home she shuddered as his length stretched her, filling her to the hilt.

A smile broke on his passion filled face.

“Ciara… baby…breathe”

Her pent up breathe mingled with a feminine cry left her throat as he pulled slightly back and shoved deeper.

Her buttocks were balanced on his hands, lifting her higher she opened up even more. Was it possible that he could fill her even deeper?

Ciara was sure the world was spinning. Never in her life had she experienced lovemaking so intense, so devastating.

Their bodies locked together, she met each thrust with her own. Her eyes never left his, her breathe never returned and with each plunge of his powerful body she died a little in his arms.

Jon stared at his angel lost in their lovemaking. Soft, mewling cries drifted from her swollen lips, Tiny ringlets of her hair plastered against her sweaty face. Their bodies were slick with sweat, her body pulled at him, pulsing around his steel, keeping him captive, keeping him right there…

She was never as beautiful to him as she was at that moment. All emotions flowed from her, her dark slumberous eyes shined with love, her hands worshipped the planes of his body.

Ciara was sure she couldn’t stand his unbridled lovemaking any longer. His thrusts were getting stronger, lifting her hips from the bed with every rhythmic pulse of his hips.

Jon fangs scraped along her skin, giving her pleasure and pain. As he reached her exposed neck, her hands clutched his nape. Her lips moved against his jaw and he stilled for a breathless moment.

“Feed from me …”

“I’m going to hurt you baby…Oh Gooodddd.” Ciara had flicked her hips upwards, dipping her mouth lower, she nipped his throat.

Leaning back into the pillows, she locked her fingers in his hair, pulling him down towards her.

His rumble shook his body, vibrating against her skin. His tongue licked slowly over the ticking vein, he poised…and bit down.

The moment his fangs punched into her skin Ciara was thrown into a stupefying world of color and immense pleasure.

Her scream was deafening in his ears, her violent tremors caught him unawares, and as her blood spilled into his mouth they were thrown into the ultimate culmination two bodies could possibly achieve.

Ciara felt him swell and pulse within her, his arms held her safe, his body overpowered her, demanding her release and she whimpered as her womb pulsed wildly.

His mouth surged strongly against her throat, her body rippled endlessly, wave after wave swept through her, never easing its grip on her.

Ciara moaned pitifully when he extracted his fangs, she didn’t want to break the closeness. She wanted him to need her…

Leaning closer to the shell of her ear, he licked playfully, his voice but a whisper.

“I need you baby…in every damn way a man could need his woman…but I just need you that little bit more…you are the only one that can satisfied my needs… ”

Ciara gripped the blonde sweaty bangs as it disappeared once again between her breasts. She was on a high that didn’t seem to lose its strength, even after her violent climax, she still wanted more.

He stilled above her, shielding her with his body, he balanced his weight carefully, not wanting to part with her but didn’t want to cause her any discomfort either.

Their breaths matched in perfect unison, their bodies glistened with sweat.

Ciara felt limbless as she lay beneath him, stamping kisses along his shoulder, she thought her heart might burst.

She felt him shift against her, her circling fingers stilled as she expected him to slide from her but she was so wrong and to her surprise she felt herself come alive once again.

His throaty laugh brought his face into focus and she smiled self consciously. Was it even possible? He was still hard inside her. Her insides clamped yet again.

“Oooh yes its possible. Remember you are an Enepsigos. Your body ache for mine and as God is my witness, I can’t get enough of you…never enough.” His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly rammed deeper into her. Her gasp and her huge dark eyes stoked the fires deep within and his body surged, filling her, giving her every inch he had.

“Ooooh….God…Jon!” His lovemaking woke a storm from within, just as she thought the hurricane might destroy her, he was there to save her, taking her to an even higher level she had never thought possible.

Ciara latched onto a male nipple, nibbling restlessly, she suddenly bit down, drawing blood. There was only one thing missing and that she intended to get…her way.

Strong hands gripped her thighs and he kept trusting, each stroke deeper…harder than the next.

“Take it baby! Do you want more…I’ll give you more…” his finger stroked just above his nipple in one fluent motion and suddenly the scent was there…strong, overwhelmingly delectable.

Ciara was so wrapped up with the taste of him in her mouth and him so deep inside that she only realized he had changed position when her knees dug into the mattress.

Her thighs clamped his hips, she didn’t know if it was even possible but he penetrated even deeper and she didn’t know where he began, and she ended. They were one…one movement…one heartbeat.

His hands gripped her hips, picking her up with his strong hands, he slammed her down, and with every stroke Ciara lost herself that little bit more.

Jon heard her hissed as he flattened her breasts against his chest. He didn’t want space between them tonight, only skin on skin, breath mingled with breath. Jon gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders, her hair cascaded down her back and with every sure stroke, he felt her breasts jingle against his.

Ciara shuddered as her climax crashed over her, her walls pulsed, milking his shaft rhythmically.

Jon groaned as he felt her walls close around him, she was so tight he thought he might hurt her but her moans told him otherwise.

The energy drained from her in one fell swoop. She collapsed against him, her body heaving, her heartbeat a loud gallop in their ears.

A soft laugh tumbled from his lips and her eyes followed his source of his humor.

Their bodies were covered in shed blood, his and hers…dark smudges smeared down her breasts, covering her stomach. Ciara watched in horror as he snickered, his tongue darted out, tracing lazy circles over her breasts, ridding her skin of their blood.

It took him a while and by the looks of it he enjoyed it immensely. Easing her slowly off him he tumbled her onto the bed, his mouth fused with hers, stealing her newly found breath.

Jon settled back, pushing from the bed, he was about to stand up when she grabbed his wrist.

“Wait….don’t I get to return the favor?”

He stilled as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. Raising up to her knees, she began her onslaught from his navel, working her way slowly upwards.

The taste of her own blood mingled with his tasted foreign to her and she faltered for a moment.

“Don’t you like your own taste?” he hissed as she dipped her tongue in his navel, nipping her way higher. She liked the power she had over him…

After a torturous few minutes spend on his chest and over his nipples, he cupped her chin, lifting her face for his kiss.

He could feel her body slacking, her mind growing weary. She was fully satisfied…for now.

The thought of her begging him to take her, easing her unquenchable lust harden his body yet again and he pulled the sheets aside, easing her back.

“You need your sleep Sweetheart. You will be ready for my loving in a few hours time…until then…sweet dreams.”

The last thing she felt was his lips on her temple, and his arms pulling her closer, shielding her body with his.