Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

Chapter 320 It's My Turn

[MATURE CONTENT IN THE CHAPTER. ONLY FOR 18YEARS AND ABOVE]

As if he knew her body better than her, when to put pressure and where to put pressure. He was playing with her body as if he was kneading the clay to make the perfect image of his dreams.

His other hands moved down slowly and placed his one finger in her panties only to feel the wetness. She was soaked down there.

Her legs spread wider to give him the access when he took it as encouragement and inserted one of his fingers inside her wet hole.

She was soft, wet and ready for him. The thought thrilled him. He did not realize how eager he was to touch her until he had touched her.

He let go of her nipples that were hard like rock now and gave her peppery kisses all over her body.

He started from kissing her mounds slowly and gently then moved down to her ribcage, abdomen, belly button and lower.

She squirmed. How she wanted to lay on the bed as her knees were going weaker. That reminded her that he always chose the standing position for coming closer.

Even last time.. “Ohhhh!” her thoughts were broken when she felt him reaching down there.

His lips were already holding the corners of her panties. His lips continued to kiss the borders of her panties while his hands played and nudged the space between her thighs.

?<0,>?,?l Playing with her insides. The sensations were too much for her as he increased the pace of the finger inside her. It moved in and out of her hole with such expatriates that her arousal heightened.

She could feel her insides clenching. And soon her body clenched around his fingers and her whole body tensed.

With a moan, she came on her fingers like a broken dam. Her body tied still for a few seconds before shaking again. Her knees trembled.

Her body shook so hard that she felt she would fall but he did not let her go.

He continued to hold her body with firm force so that she could not move away. She panted and gasped as if she was underwater for long and could not breathe.

Just when her body started to relax further, He’d hiked one of her legs over his shoulder, and tore off her panties.

When she felt the tip of his tongue swirl around her clit, her head fell back just as her eyelids drifted shut.

She had been so damn aroused for so damn long that that one touch had her melting against the wall, moaning. As his tongue fluttered between her folds, she moved the hands she’d braced against the wall to his hair and pulled, needing more.

He growled against her flesh, making her womb clench. She was glad he was gripping her thighs hard because she strongly doubted she’d be able to stand without help after the last orgasm she had. She felt her whole body convulsing.

His tongue branded his name on her with every stroke, reducing her to a sensual state that was so intense, her body met his every reaction with the sway of her hips. She forwarded her body for him to take,

She felt a strange wave of emotions hitting her chest and he continued to play with her. Her mind started to swirl and everything other than the feel of his mouth faded away as he licked, sucked, nipped, and fucked her with his tongue.

And she moaned, gasped, groaned, whimpered, and sobbed. He felt a strange pride when he saw how she was enjoying his touch. How he had the power to control her arousal and gaining moans and screams from her.

With that he flicked her clit with a bit of force and she screamed again. As if playing a musical instrument her hands moved on the inside of her thighs with expertise while his mouths continued to eat her.

He was practically torturing her with pleasure. He might have been the one on his knees, but he is the one who was in control.

With his unrelenting grip, he controlled her every movement even when she tried to move away. With his talented mouth, he controlled her pleasure and her body’s responses.

Her legs shook as he suddenly thrust two fingers inside her and began suckling on her clit, demanding that she come again. He got what he wanted. She screamed as her climax forcefully slammed into her, shattering her. He did not move his mouth away from her clit and held her hard on her inner thigh, prolonging her orgasm.

She was still panting high when he got to his feet. He gave her another possessive kiss, overwhelming her mouth and biting down punishingly on her lower lip, making it clear just how possessive she was about her.

She continued to pant when he smirked at her as if he had shown who controlled her but she smirked back.

Her eyes had that twinkle, “are you done?” she asked back with a raised brow with a challenging look. He nodded unconsciously unsure of what she wanted to ask.

“Then now it is my turn!” she held his chest with her one hand and then kissed him back and pulled him back to the sofa.

She pushed him back on the sofa and then straddled him.

His shirt was already gone. She held his pants and then pulled it off.

It landed on his knees. Her eyes were filled with evil glint when his heart throbbed.

She felt a strange sensation in his body and smirked when she noticed how his face already looked aroused.

She placed her hands on his undergarment and then held his girth. His eyes closed tight and a sheen of sweat formed on his face when she started moving it up and down.

Her pace was extremely slow and tortured him with such force that his face contorted.

“Hazel!: he pleaded when she smirked

“Didn’t I tell you that I am a vengeful person? Did you forget what you did with me last time? Now moan for me!”