Cain's Identity
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He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close.
“Yes, baby!” he encouraged her.
The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck.
Faye’s breath hitched.
The temptation of feeling her fangs in his neck was too strong to resist. He needed her to bite him, to drink from him. When he felt her lips connect with his neck, his heart did a summersault, and his cock jerked in agreement.
“Faye!” he rasped.
Like tiny pinpricks, her fangs drove into his neck, making him shudder. At her first draw on his vein, a bolt of lust shot into his balls.
“Fuck!” was all his lips could utter, before he felt his semen shoot through his cock and explode at the tip.
Then a corresponding shudder coming from Faye’s body collided with his spasms as she reached her climax. He continued to press his neck against her lips, not wanting her to stop drinking from him, because every pull on his vein sent another thrilling shiver through his body and into his cock.
For seconds that turned into minutes, Cain continued to thrust his cock into her silken sheath, while Faye’s fangs remained lodged in his neck.
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Cain’s arm wrapped around her as he pulled her into the curve of his body, his naked torso sliding against her back, his legs pressing against hers, his cock still semi-erect. His body was as hot as a furnace, his breath irregular and his heartbeat racing.
Faye’s body felt boneless, yet she’d never felt better in her entire life. Though she knew the fact that he’d been gone for over a year had contributed to their lovemaking being more than amazing, she realized that Cain having allowed her to drink his blood had elevated the experience to a level she’d never thought was possible.
Cain’s lips now nuzzled at her neck and his hot breath caressed her skin, making her shiver all over again.
“Hmm,” he hummed, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see whether we can improve on this.” He pressed his groin against her backside.
Faye chuckled. “You must be joking.”
“You think I can’t?” he challenged.
“Oh, I have no doubt that you’ll be ready again in a few minutes. You always are. But—”
“But what?” he growled, and the sound reverberated in her body like a soft caress.
“Not even you can improve on perfection.” And that was exactly how it had been: perfect. As if the year-long separation had never happened. Yet, at the same time, something about him was different.
“Good.” Cain pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, while his hand gently stroked down her arm to her hand, where he intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’ve always loved you biting me while I make love to you.”
Faye jolted, whirling her head to him and twisting from his embrace. “What?”
He gave her a puzzled look and opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. “What’s wrong?”
“Cain, this was the first time I drank your blood.” Her heart pounded.
He blinked and pulled her to him, his hand cupping her nape, his thumb stroking below her ear. “Of course, baby, what did I say?”
She shook her head, confused. “That you’ve always loved me biting you. But I’ve never done it before.”
He gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “You must have misheard. I said I loved you biting me.” Cain nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “In fact, I’ve never felt anything better, baby.”
She pulled away again. “And why are you calling me baby?”
“Don’t you like it when I call you baby?”
“I do, but—” She hesitated. Was she going crazy and seeing things that were different about him because it had been such a long time since they’d been together? Or had he really changed so much?
“But what?” he coaxed, and pressed more kisses on her neck and cheek, while his hand traveled lower, palming one breast and squeezing it lightly.
“You used to call me your love.”
He sighed and pulled his head back, looking at her. “I want to call you so many things, Faye. I’m overwhelmed by how you make me feel. I feel truly alive again in your arms. I know I’ve changed. I’m sorry.”
At his heartfelt words, she felt tears rise into her eyes. She held them at bay and caressed his cheek. He turned his face to press a kiss into the palm of her hand.
“Yes, baby!” he encouraged her.
The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck.
Faye’s breath hitched.
The temptation of feeling her fangs in his neck was too strong to resist. He needed her to bite him, to drink from him. When he felt her lips connect with his neck, his heart did a summersault, and his cock jerked in agreement.
“Faye!” he rasped.
Like tiny pinpricks, her fangs drove into his neck, making him shudder. At her first draw on his vein, a bolt of lust shot into his balls.
“Fuck!” was all his lips could utter, before he felt his semen shoot through his cock and explode at the tip.
Then a corresponding shudder coming from Faye’s body collided with his spasms as she reached her climax. He continued to press his neck against her lips, not wanting her to stop drinking from him, because every pull on his vein sent another thrilling shiver through his body and into his cock.
For seconds that turned into minutes, Cain continued to thrust his cock into her silken sheath, while Faye’s fangs remained lodged in his neck.
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Cain’s arm wrapped around her as he pulled her into the curve of his body, his naked torso sliding against her back, his legs pressing against hers, his cock still semi-erect. His body was as hot as a furnace, his breath irregular and his heartbeat racing.
Faye’s body felt boneless, yet she’d never felt better in her entire life. Though she knew the fact that he’d been gone for over a year had contributed to their lovemaking being more than amazing, she realized that Cain having allowed her to drink his blood had elevated the experience to a level she’d never thought was possible.
Cain’s lips now nuzzled at her neck and his hot breath caressed her skin, making her shiver all over again.
“Hmm,” he hummed, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see whether we can improve on this.” He pressed his groin against her backside.
Faye chuckled. “You must be joking.”
“You think I can’t?” he challenged.
“Oh, I have no doubt that you’ll be ready again in a few minutes. You always are. But—”
“But what?” he growled, and the sound reverberated in her body like a soft caress.
“Not even you can improve on perfection.” And that was exactly how it had been: perfect. As if the year-long separation had never happened. Yet, at the same time, something about him was different.
“Good.” Cain pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, while his hand gently stroked down her arm to her hand, where he intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’ve always loved you biting me while I make love to you.”
Faye jolted, whirling her head to him and twisting from his embrace. “What?”
He gave her a puzzled look and opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. “What’s wrong?”
“Cain, this was the first time I drank your blood.” Her heart pounded.
He blinked and pulled her to him, his hand cupping her nape, his thumb stroking below her ear. “Of course, baby, what did I say?”
She shook her head, confused. “That you’ve always loved me biting you. But I’ve never done it before.”
He gave her a soft peck on the cheek. “You must have misheard. I said I loved you biting me.” Cain nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “In fact, I’ve never felt anything better, baby.”
She pulled away again. “And why are you calling me baby?”
“Don’t you like it when I call you baby?”
“I do, but—” She hesitated. Was she going crazy and seeing things that were different about him because it had been such a long time since they’d been together? Or had he really changed so much?
“But what?” he coaxed, and pressed more kisses on her neck and cheek, while his hand traveled lower, palming one breast and squeezing it lightly.
“You used to call me your love.”
He sighed and pulled his head back, looking at her. “I want to call you so many things, Faye. I’m overwhelmed by how you make me feel. I feel truly alive again in your arms. I know I’ve changed. I’m sorry.”
At his heartfelt words, she felt tears rise into her eyes. She held them at bay and caressed his cheek. He turned his face to press a kiss into the palm of her hand.
