He was perfection. Toned and tight with the muscular physique of a god. She was used to the men back in the warehouses, and not one of them held a candle to Beckham.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he groaned, as he flicked open the button of her jeans and dragged them off of her legs. “You have no idea how difficult it was when you came out dressed in nothing but lingerie.”
He reached for her leg and started kissing up her calf. He hit her knee and let her leg rest on his shoulder as he trailed his lips along her inner thigh. Once he touched her underwear, she squirmed underneath him, ready for him to take her again, but he didn’t oblige her and he worked his lips down the other leg.
“Becks,” she moaned. “You weren’t the only one that found it hard to hold out. I was practically throwing myself at you.”
“Oh yes, I remember.”
He pulled her down roughly until her ass was resting on the end of the bed. Then he buried his face in her crotch.
“This in particular,” he said, breathing hot against her underwear and moving to flick his tongue over the vein in her leg.
Her moans grew louder, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait any longer. “Taste me. I know you want to.” Beckham tensed, but she met his eyes. “I trust you.”
“I don’t trust myself.”
“Please,” she begged. She wasn’t above begging for anything at this point.
She felt the smallest prick at her inner thigh and then a flood of endorphins rushed her body. She shuddered. All of the blood flowed through her system, and everything was a total rush. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling was a high. The feel of his coarse hands on her legs made her ache all over for him. Her head was both fuzzy and clearer than it had ever been before.
Then Beckham pulled back harshly. He stood a short distance away, breathing heavy and looking like he was torn between devouring her and running out of the room.
“That was Heaven,” she breathed.
“Reyna…I can’t,” he stuttered. “It’s too dangerous.”
She was floating in a sea of desire, and everything felt right with the world. It had only been a couple seconds, but it had been bliss. She felt herself coming back to reality. The shot of endorphins was wearing off so quickly.
Jesus Christ, no wonder people got addicted to this.
“Is it always this wonderful?” she murmured softly.
He inhaled deeply. “No. It’s stronger when it’s emotionally charged.”
She sat up on her elbows and smiled at him. “Come here.”
“It’s not safe.”
“Then don’t bite me.”
“What if I can’t stop?”
“You will,” she told him. “We’ll take it slow.”
He cleared the distance between them. “The last thing I want is to take this slow.”
His lips claimed hers once more with a fiery passion that she matched. With their lips still pressed together, she hurried backward on the bed, grasping his shoulders and drawing him back with her. He covered her body with his own and she grinded her body against him. So little clothing remained between them, and she pushed at his pants in earnest. He swiftly followed her command and removed them, and she rushed out of her underwear.
Pressing her legs farther apart, he slipped his fingers down in between her lips and massaged the wetness over her clit. She sighed and tilted her head back. Her body was so sensitive and heightened even from the smallest bite earlier. She could feel how easily her body responded to his touch and how attuned to him she really was.
Suddenly the head of his cock replaced his fingers and she arched off the bed pushing him farther into her. She reached out and grabbed his arm for leverage, but he had other ideas. His hand snatched up her wrists and pushed them over her head. Then his dick thrust deep inside of her. She cried out as he stretched her to full.
Her eyes fluttered open and stared up at the deep dark orbs. He looked not a bit hesitant. He was all man. Primal. Taking what was his in that moment. She could read it all over his face.
Mine.
Then he started pumping. In and out. Faster and faster. Her body moved in time with him, and even when her heart felt as if it might beat out of her chest, she didn’t ask him to stop. This was fierce and rough. Bodies slapping against each other. Heat building between them. Climax waiting on the brink.
Beckham was fucking her and she loved it. Every minute of it. She poured her heart and soul into each movement.
He leaned forward on his forearms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She never wanted this moment to end. But she felt herself so near to her climax. And by the way he grunted and fell forward into her neck she knew he was almost there too.
“Oh God,” she cried. She clenched tight all around him, her body seizing up as waves of pleasure rocked through her body.
Then she felt something else. A prick at her neck. Two pricks. Two very distinct pricks.
Beckham shuddered into her body as his orgasm took over him, but his lips stayed glued to her throat. This time it wasn’t a flood, it was an avalanche or a hurricane. A violent rush that knocked the climax she had just experienced out of the water. Endorphins took over. Her body didn’t just feel fuzzy; it was starting to feel numb. The adrenaline was coursing through her system and attempting to revitalize her, but her fight or flight wasn’t working.
She wanted this. She wanted him to keep drinking. She wanted to feel this eternal paradise. She was trapped in the current and forgetting that she even wanted to swim out of it.
Then it was as if Beckham went…deeper into her throat. She felt another prick and it jolted her out of her daze. He wasn’t stopping. Shit! He wasn’t stopping. He had said it was hard to stop. He had said that he was struggling with it. Why had she tempted him? God, she wanted this, but not like this.
“Beckham!” she cried. She slapped him as hard as she could on the shoulder. He didn’t move. She screamed his name again and tried to shake him. She didn’t know how much he had taken, but she knew if he kept drinking, he would kill her.
She rocked her body around and then screamed at the top of her lungs. The sound of the scream made him wrench his head up to look at her. His eyes were dark and empty. Her blood dripped down his fangs, over his chin, and fell down onto her chest. He was a predator, an animal, and the sight terrified her more than she ever thought it would.
Reyna scrambled away from him and off the bed. She grabbed for her clothes and started putting them on before she even thought another second about what she was doing.
Her mind wasn’t just fuzzy. It was dizzy and delirious. She didn’t know what to think. All she knew was that he was going to kill her. He hadn’t stopped, and he was going to kill her.
He seemed to come back to himself for a split second when he saw her rushing into clothes.
“Reyna?” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
She was shaking from head to toe. “You were going to kill me.”
“I wasn’t…”
“I trusted you,” she whispered, her voice breathy.
She wanted to believe him in that moment, that the monster was gone, that her Beckham was back. She wanted to trust that this was a mistake, and all would be right, but how could she forget that he had been feeding off of her like food…like his prey. He hadn’t wanted her for anything more than food. She had sworn to herself she trusted him to stop…but he wasn’t going to. Only her screams had jolted him back to reality…and even then the monster was still brimming under the surface.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he groaned, as he flicked open the button of her jeans and dragged them off of her legs. “You have no idea how difficult it was when you came out dressed in nothing but lingerie.”
He reached for her leg and started kissing up her calf. He hit her knee and let her leg rest on his shoulder as he trailed his lips along her inner thigh. Once he touched her underwear, she squirmed underneath him, ready for him to take her again, but he didn’t oblige her and he worked his lips down the other leg.
“Becks,” she moaned. “You weren’t the only one that found it hard to hold out. I was practically throwing myself at you.”
“Oh yes, I remember.”
He pulled her down roughly until her ass was resting on the end of the bed. Then he buried his face in her crotch.
“This in particular,” he said, breathing hot against her underwear and moving to flick his tongue over the vein in her leg.
Her moans grew louder, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait any longer. “Taste me. I know you want to.” Beckham tensed, but she met his eyes. “I trust you.”
“I don’t trust myself.”
“Please,” she begged. She wasn’t above begging for anything at this point.
She felt the smallest prick at her inner thigh and then a flood of endorphins rushed her body. She shuddered. All of the blood flowed through her system, and everything was a total rush. Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling was a high. The feel of his coarse hands on her legs made her ache all over for him. Her head was both fuzzy and clearer than it had ever been before.
Then Beckham pulled back harshly. He stood a short distance away, breathing heavy and looking like he was torn between devouring her and running out of the room.
“That was Heaven,” she breathed.
“Reyna…I can’t,” he stuttered. “It’s too dangerous.”
She was floating in a sea of desire, and everything felt right with the world. It had only been a couple seconds, but it had been bliss. She felt herself coming back to reality. The shot of endorphins was wearing off so quickly.
Jesus Christ, no wonder people got addicted to this.
“Is it always this wonderful?” she murmured softly.
He inhaled deeply. “No. It’s stronger when it’s emotionally charged.”
She sat up on her elbows and smiled at him. “Come here.”
“It’s not safe.”
“Then don’t bite me.”
“What if I can’t stop?”
“You will,” she told him. “We’ll take it slow.”
He cleared the distance between them. “The last thing I want is to take this slow.”
His lips claimed hers once more with a fiery passion that she matched. With their lips still pressed together, she hurried backward on the bed, grasping his shoulders and drawing him back with her. He covered her body with his own and she grinded her body against him. So little clothing remained between them, and she pushed at his pants in earnest. He swiftly followed her command and removed them, and she rushed out of her underwear.
Pressing her legs farther apart, he slipped his fingers down in between her lips and massaged the wetness over her clit. She sighed and tilted her head back. Her body was so sensitive and heightened even from the smallest bite earlier. She could feel how easily her body responded to his touch and how attuned to him she really was.
Suddenly the head of his cock replaced his fingers and she arched off the bed pushing him farther into her. She reached out and grabbed his arm for leverage, but he had other ideas. His hand snatched up her wrists and pushed them over her head. Then his dick thrust deep inside of her. She cried out as he stretched her to full.
Her eyes fluttered open and stared up at the deep dark orbs. He looked not a bit hesitant. He was all man. Primal. Taking what was his in that moment. She could read it all over his face.
Mine.
Then he started pumping. In and out. Faster and faster. Her body moved in time with him, and even when her heart felt as if it might beat out of her chest, she didn’t ask him to stop. This was fierce and rough. Bodies slapping against each other. Heat building between them. Climax waiting on the brink.
Beckham was fucking her and she loved it. Every minute of it. She poured her heart and soul into each movement.
He leaned forward on his forearms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She never wanted this moment to end. But she felt herself so near to her climax. And by the way he grunted and fell forward into her neck she knew he was almost there too.
“Oh God,” she cried. She clenched tight all around him, her body seizing up as waves of pleasure rocked through her body.
Then she felt something else. A prick at her neck. Two pricks. Two very distinct pricks.
Beckham shuddered into her body as his orgasm took over him, but his lips stayed glued to her throat. This time it wasn’t a flood, it was an avalanche or a hurricane. A violent rush that knocked the climax she had just experienced out of the water. Endorphins took over. Her body didn’t just feel fuzzy; it was starting to feel numb. The adrenaline was coursing through her system and attempting to revitalize her, but her fight or flight wasn’t working.
She wanted this. She wanted him to keep drinking. She wanted to feel this eternal paradise. She was trapped in the current and forgetting that she even wanted to swim out of it.
Then it was as if Beckham went…deeper into her throat. She felt another prick and it jolted her out of her daze. He wasn’t stopping. Shit! He wasn’t stopping. He had said it was hard to stop. He had said that he was struggling with it. Why had she tempted him? God, she wanted this, but not like this.
“Beckham!” she cried. She slapped him as hard as she could on the shoulder. He didn’t move. She screamed his name again and tried to shake him. She didn’t know how much he had taken, but she knew if he kept drinking, he would kill her.
She rocked her body around and then screamed at the top of her lungs. The sound of the scream made him wrench his head up to look at her. His eyes were dark and empty. Her blood dripped down his fangs, over his chin, and fell down onto her chest. He was a predator, an animal, and the sight terrified her more than she ever thought it would.
Reyna scrambled away from him and off the bed. She grabbed for her clothes and started putting them on before she even thought another second about what she was doing.
Her mind wasn’t just fuzzy. It was dizzy and delirious. She didn’t know what to think. All she knew was that he was going to kill her. He hadn’t stopped, and he was going to kill her.
He seemed to come back to himself for a split second when he saw her rushing into clothes.
“Reyna?” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
She was shaking from head to toe. “You were going to kill me.”
“I wasn’t…”
“I trusted you,” she whispered, her voice breathy.
She wanted to believe him in that moment, that the monster was gone, that her Beckham was back. She wanted to trust that this was a mistake, and all would be right, but how could she forget that he had been feeding off of her like food…like his prey. He hadn’t wanted her for anything more than food. She had sworn to herself she trusted him to stop…but he wasn’t going to. Only her screams had jolted him back to reality…and even then the monster was still brimming under the surface.
