The Mark of the Vampire Queen by Joey W. Hill

She’d had her arms twined around his shoulders as he rested in the cradle of her thighs, pressing her into the mattress. He fell into exhausted sleep, still deep inside her. “That man I might just have to keep forever.” She drew his lips insistently back to hers. Need pulsed like blood hunger beneath the thin veil of his teasing. “What about the man who knows what he’s doing and has stamina?” He nudged into her hair and bit her ear, moving to the tender skin below. Her climaxes, her screams would drive the memories back, let him fall into a sleep where they could not follow and strangle him. When she moaned, he relished the sound fiercely, deepening his penetration, knowing as her nails curled into his back and her cunt muscles tightened that he would make her come again. For the man…or vampire…who doesn’t know what he’s doing, stamina can become never-ending…torment. Like size, it’s what they do with it that matters.

Tease the flesh of her breasts with his beard. Her thoughts drifted through his mind, her pleasure with him spurring his efforts.Īnd do vampires value stamina in bed over other attributes? When he thrust his cock into her again, her tender tissues took him slowly, her hips tilting up as he slid his arm under her waist, his palm spreading out between her shoulder blades to bring her to his mouth, nip at her sternum. Perhaps Carnal should not have spoken so hastily about inferior mortal stamina. Her breath whispered out in a quiet sigh of pleasure. When his hand slid between her thighs, she opened to him, let his fingers slide into the channel he’d already soaked with his fluids and her own. He pulled out only to give him the ability to maneuver his mouth down her throat toward the sweet taste of her nipples, the valley between her breasts. His woman’s.Įxhaustion finally took some of the pain, leaving it vibrating discordantly off of the waves of the last orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. The world might treat the idea with crass vulgarity, but in the darkness, with despair closing in, a man found sacred sanctuary in the wet heat of a woman’s pussy. Instead he took his Mistress again and again, using them both hard. Jacob thought he’d be worn out and simply seek oblivion.

No real spoilers here, never fear – we all know Carnal is a lowlife! Background – This chapter occurs in the aftermath of an unpleasant encounter with Lyssa’s enemy, the vampire Carnal, and his young human servant, Melinda.

The Mark of the Vampire Queen by Joey W. Hill