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There was so much that she couldn't concentrate on all of it at once. But what she mostly concentrated on was the way that he felt inside of her. It was more than feeling how long he was, she could feel how big as well. She could feel how he took her, and the desire that craved more. She could feel every time his hardness moved even by the slightest bit. She felt how satisfied he had made her, and the desire humming back to life for more, and the tender ache of both pleasure and pain that assaulted her every sense. Something filled her that banished that weakness she had felt moments earlier from her first real release. Instead she felt.. energized, ready and willing for more, wanting everything.
Slightly darkened eyes gazed at him as he leaned back a little. She watched his movements like she was seeing him again for the first time. Staring, she watched his eyes trail from her face, down her neck and across her breasts. His simple gaze made her feel like two hands were touching her every place that he looked, and it made a hard knot in the pit of her stomach. She flicked her tongue out along her lips where she could taste a few spilled drops. This time, it didn't taste the same as it had the first.
Once she cleaned her lips, she felt him moving her lip a doll, pressing her roughly against his chest. Looking down, she noticed the drops of blood on her chest. Wiping at them with one long finger, she raised it to his mouth and spread the droplet across his lips, not moving her fingertip to his tongue when his lips parted. Instead, she closed the distance between their two mouths and kissed him, tasting the blood on both of their tongues. The moan she gave more was animalistic, feral. Another kind of desire was hammering at her and that was for more. More of everything. More touching, more kissing, more of him being inside of her, more.. blood.
More of his blood.
More.
Staring at him, she didn't entirely expect it when he dropped her. One second he wasn't inside of her at all and the next, she felt him so deeply from this new angle that she tossed her head back, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she cried out. Passion was a real thing that she could touch and consume, and it could apparently touch back. When she could rasp in a breath, she moved one hand to rest over her belly button. It felt like he had managed to move all the way up there and she was only slightly surprised that she couldn't feel him trying to force him way out of her stomach. There wasn't a lot of time to waste with those thoughts however as he did it again, then used his hands on her hips to help her move up and down on top of him.
She looked down when she could manage it to see how he looked disappearing inside of her. Even looking intensified this. And without needing to break through anything, there hadn't been that sudden pain as there had been the first time. With the nibble on her lip, Raina scratched his back with her nails, leaving what she was sure would be raised, pink lines on his back. She wasn't sure how quickly they would heal, but she couldn't seem to be bothered with any kind of logical thought. She bit down on his lip so she could taste that sweet copper again. Desire was the most perfect beast.
A moment later, she broke the kiss as he helped her ride his impressive length, and she moved her mouth back to his ear. There was a light nibble on the soft flesh there, but as she moved down to his neck, feeling simply took over. And once he was as deep inside of her as her body would allow, she let the ocean like craving loose to wash ashore. It had her biting into his neck harder than she would have expected, not stopping until both her hands used her nails to prick into his back and she could, once again, taste his blood--this time coming from where she bit him.
Nothing made more sense to her than this, and them. Together.