1. Unexpected


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    Moving slowly, he thrusts into me. His large cock stretches me and creates squelching wet noises with each thrust. My hips meet his with every movement, joining us together and speeding up the tempo. He tilts his hips and my body instantly tenses. My nails dig into his back as he continues to forcefully thrust into me, throwing me over the edge, but never stopping. My body shakes and spasms around him but he doesn’t stop. Thunder booms around the room and lightning crackles inside the living room as his hips continue to thrust more rapidly. Our mouths meet, and we devour each other. His lips descend down my chin to my neck and suckle the skin. Daniel’s fangs graze the skin, nibbling and feeling the pulse underneath, all while his hips jerk forward faster and with a swift bite. I feel fangs pierce the delicate skin of my neck. Ecstasy like hot magma flows through my veins, and I spasm around him. My core throbs uncontrollably, and my legs wrap around his waist, holding him in place before I bite into his shoulder so hard I can taste his blood. My energy flows into him, and his flows into mine. His hips jerk violently, spilling his hot seed inside of me, and I feel as if I have lost my breath as my hips grind against his, prolonging our orgasms. The mini hurricane I have created dies down as we catch our ...
    breaths. Cold sweat covers our tangled bodies and I open my eyes to find his face over mine. A gentle, loving smile covers his lips before kissing mine lightly. “Mind letting us down, babe?” Daniel chuckles. I open my eyes only to find us levitating five feet above the couch. Carefully, I settle us down onto the warm, comfortable couch. Daniel rolls off of me and gathers my naked body next to his. Sparks fly between us as a lingering reminder of how much I had lost control. Mini hurricanes were not part of my usual sex life. My body feels exhausted and my eyelids shutter closed as Daniel traces butterfly kisses on my shoulder and wraps a huge arm around my waist to pick me up and lead me to the bedroom. I offer no resistance and snuggle against him more until I see a mark on his neck. A dark swirling tattoo in the shape of a salamander, my coven’s crest, arises from the bite mark on his shoulder. That could only be possible if… In a rush I go to the mirror and look at the mark on my neck. Lovebites are all over my neck but the most distinguishing, unexpected feature is the tiny white scar where his teeth punctured the skin. The rapid healing could only signify one thing. Daniel walks up behind me, placing his head in the crook of my neck, staring at me through the mirror. He whispers two words, “Soul mate.”
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