by Kat Catesby
He doesn’t force himself any deeper or fuck my face, he just holds me firmly – almost gripping me for support.
Eventually, he slips into my throat, my nose bumping against his solid abdomen. He’s so big that I’m not able to breathe while he’s seated there…good thing I can hold my breath for a long time.
I keep him deep and suck hard as his hips begin to thrust. Now that he knows I can take him, he’s willing to move and begins fucking my throat. It’s single-handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever done with a man sexually. Maybe that makes me inexperienced, or maybe it’s Jackson that makes this so hot? Either way, I’m so fucking turned on that I roll my fingers around my clit, feeling the wetness gathering. White-hot pleasure spikes through my veins, and it doesn’t take much for my orgasm to build.
“Not until my dick is deep inside you, sweetheart,” Jackson growls, pulling me off his cock with a wet pop.
He holds my arms in one of his so that I can no longer touch my pussy, which aches angrily at being denied.
In the blink of an eye, I’m flat on my back on the soft plush area rug in front of the sofa, Jackson’s imposing size hovering above me. I hear the snap of material before I realize that he’s torn my thong from my body in his impatience.
“This is for every year we’ve ever wasted,” he growls as he lines the angry crown of his cock up against my throbbing pussy lips. His intense indigo eyes never leave mine, leaving me in no doubt that no matter how frantic and punishing this gets, we’re still making love.
“I need you inside me,” I plead.
“I love it when you beg, Angel,” he whispers seductively as he slides the first inch tantalizingly inside me. “I am yours, Angel, and you are mine…and I’m going to fucking well claim what’s mine.”
He doesn’t give me a moment to think before slamming the rest of considerable length inside me, my arms locked above my head by Jackson’s strong hand. He has me pinned in all the ways and I fucking love it.
I am beyond happy to surrender to him – to us.
His free hand caresses my face, delicately tracing my cheekbone, before settling on my hip and gripping the flesh firmly. It’s my only warning before he drills so deeply into my sensitive pussy, I see stars, the soft flesh clamping and shaking around his solid cock.
Jackson locks my body in place, tilting my hips up to meet every brutal thrust of his punishing rhythm, igniting my nerve endings.
Our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat and desire. I’m so wet that my pussy is dripping all over his balls with every drive of his cock making a satisfying squelch. The sound is pure filth, the air smells thick with sex and I cannot stop myself from moaning and gasping at full volume.
I don’t care that Sonya and Ben can hear us – let them fucking listen. Hell, let them fucking watch. Nothing matters except the man above me who’s fucking me to blissful oblivion.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice strained with holding back his climax.
I know instinctively what he’s asking and I don’t hesitate to say yes. If my man needs blood, I’ll be the one to provide it.
Jackson keeps up his relentless pounding, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, as his lips tenderly brush along the pulse point in my neck, making me shiver deliciously. I feel his sharp teeth graze and nip, but then the bite goes deeper. For a second there’s pain, like a harsh pinch of a nipple or a firm spank, but just like those pains, it quickly morphs into blinding pleasure. Pleasure so intense that it pushes me off the cliff edge and into a soul-shattering orgasm. I feel myself pulsing and clamping as I come all over him, my body shaking and my screams loud.
“Yes, Angel. Let that beautiful pussy come all over my thick cock.”
His dirty talk prolongs my climax, drawing it out so that my violent spasms milk his cock, draining him of his white-hot cum. I feel him spurt and pulse inside me and I feel so full I never want him to exit my body.
As soon as he releases my hands, I grip his shoulders, making it clear that I don’t want him to move, even though my body is in a state of post-orgasmic exhaustion.
His lips seek out mine for a toe-curling kiss.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Hey,” he says against my lips, his eyes dark and searching, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Jackson grins wickedly as I laugh. He stands and pulls me with him, carrying me to his bedroom for round two.
“I love you too, Angel. Always.”
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Jackson
“That better not be work,” I say to my wife as she slyly tries to hide her phone by placing it back into her suitcase.
She forgets that from my vantage point in our own private plunge pool, I can see all the way into our suite, which is perched over the Indian Ocean on stilts. Dark wood, white marble, and a thatched roof cocoon us in our own world with an infinity pool and undisturbed views of the sunset before us.
“It was just a quick update from Dee,” she smiles sheepishly. “SanguisVita is in the final stages of human trials. It should be available to hospitals around the country by the end of the year.”
“That’s wonderful, Angel, now get your ass in here. It’s our honeymoon, after all.”
SanguisVita was the joke name we created for our synthetic blood product: Sanguis meaning blood and Vita meaning life in Latin. The name somehow stuck.
It was easier to get the product through testing for the Avidite population and has been available for the last six months. It was well-received by the vast majority of my kind, and although there are no official statistics, I do know that the number of human Donors has decreased by more than half.
This little fact went a long way to silencing the last of the anti-Avidite movement, given that we’re now able to lead practically ‘normal’ human lives. We need the substitute every few days, just as we did human blood, but now it’s marketed in conveniently go-anywhere opaque drinking bottles. It also doesn’t degrade like human blood and doesn’t require refrigeration. Making the lives of Avidites around the world simpler and more convenient.
Emilia picks up a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries before sauntering her bikini-clad curves toward me. She settles herself on the built-in seat of the pool and lifts one to her mouth, but I intercept it, taking a big bite and licking the strawberry juice and chocolate from her fingers.
She giggles, mostly because she still finds it odd that I can eat ‘regular’ food. Avidites can eat anything, it’s just that none of it is particularly nutritionally beneficial to us…doesn’t mean it doesn’t taste nice. And as I remind her, how miserable would life be if we couldn’t go out to dinner as husband and wife? On those occasions, I stick to smaller meals and fill up on either the SanguisVita or my woman when we get home. Take that however you want, because I feast on my wife in all the ways imaginable.
I place my hands on her waist and slide her onto my lap so that I can hold her as we watch the last rays of sun disappear behind the horizon, the world illuminated in deep orange, pink and purple.
It might have taken over a century, but I finally have the woman of my dreams in my arms, sharing a bed with me, sharing her life with me.
Sometimes I reflect on how our lives worked out and whether I feel any resentment towards the universe for taking Emilia away from me for so long. But we’re both different people now and I think we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be physically and emotionally.
Our journey hurt, but I wouldn’t change it because it’s the story of us.
Emilia sighs in contentment and wiggles her delectable behind across my groin, knowing full well I’m already hard as fuck for her. There’s barely a moment when I’m not.
Not that I’m complaining about all the sex we have.
She arches her back and grinds hard and I know it’s time to see to my wife’s pleasure. To be fair to her, I’ve been torturing her all day by not touching her, even though she deliberately wore the world’s tiniest b
ikini to tempt me. The thing barely covers her pussy lips and I’ve been sporting half wood all fucking day.
Taking pity on her, I pull her taunting bikini bottoms to the side and slide two fingers into her pussy to test her readiness. I’m not surprised to find her practically dripping.
She whimpers slightly, clenching her muscles around my probing fingers and I don’t have any self-restraint left. I remove my fingers and slam my thick cock home into her welcoming wetness. Emilia screams in pleasure, her fingernails digging into my arms where they hold her around her waist. She rocks her hips up and down my length and I marvel again at how she’s always hot and ready for me.
Fair’s fair I suppose, I’m always hard for her and as far as I’m concerned, we still have a century of lost loving to make up for…
The End.
Acknowledgement
Entwined is a passion project for me. It’s a deviation from my usual genre and something that I (mostly) wrote a decade ago. I spent a long time debating whether I should publish it and then longer still editing and re-writing it so that it was good enough to release it into the world. It’s the story I never thought I’d see in print, so this is a huge author milestone for me and I sincerely hope you love Jackson and Emilia.
As always, I can’t do this on my own so thank you to Mr. Catesby and our Mini Catesby’s for your love, patience, and support, and thank you for forgiving me when I’m lost in another world with my characters. Your belief and enthusiasm in my dream push me to reach my goals and I love you all more than you know.
To my parents, who continue to be supportive of the risqué content I share with the world; thank you for being so cool and unembarrassed by your dirty-minded daughter. You’ve taught me the valuable lessons of love and support and striving for your dreams.
To my amazing beta readers and ARC team; you guys rock! Thank you for your enthusiasm and love (and for your eagle-eyed typo spotting). I hope I continue writing things you all love!
Lastly, to you. Yes, you. The amazing reader who took a chance on my words and made it through my book. Thank you. I sincerely hope you stay with me on this crazy author journey because I have so many amazing heroines and sexy heroes that I want to share with you.
Also by Kat Catesby
All For Her Series:
Her Firefighter (newsletter subscriber exclusive)
Her Cowboy
Her Boss
Her Lovers (Coming 2020)
Second Time Lucky Series:
Starting Over (Coming 2020)
Paranormal Romance:
Entwined
About the Author
Kat Catesby is a lover of headstrong heroines with sass, sexiness and formidable inner strength. You won’t get the better of these ladies! Strong, beautiful women in all shapes and sizes deserve alpha men who know how to handle themselves and their lady. These book boyfriends don’t shy away from what they desire and hunt down what they want with fierce determination and a lot of passion. Join them on their deliciously dirty journeys with steam so hot you’ll be panting for more.
Kat Catesby lives in Plymouth, UK with Mr. Catesby, the Mini Catesby’s and their assortment of tropical fish (they’re low maintenance, what can I say)!
When not writing sinfully hot contemporary romances, Kat Catesby can be found running around after the Mini Catesby’s with Mr. Catesby. When the Mini Catesby’s allow it, she spends her time binge reading her favourite authors, singing and dancing with her local theatre group and dreaming of vacations, cocktails, and chocolate.
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