One night with the King - Chapter 72：72. Sex

Clara arched her back, driving her pelvis into his, and suddenly, James stopped caring if her inviting him after she had been so enraged was a trick or not. The fear that she wanted to kill him for what Clarissa said, disappeared. The knowledge that she wanted to use him to diffuse her rage paled in comparison to his desire for her.

All he wanted and cared about in that moment was her. The noise of their sex, her moan and the heat. He’d have been happy never to listen to her, to stop being helpless when it came to her. He would have been happy if he felt nothing but his body had no mind of it’s own.

The spirit be willing but the body weak.

The caress of her mouth as she sucked on his neck felt connected to his cock, and he moved deeper into her. Balls deep. Loving the sound of her cries. It felt so good to be in her he lost his mind.

If she killed him now he would die happy

The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, rose all around him, ramping up his desire to toss her onto her knees and drive into her until they heated up the tiny cabin with the fury of his lust. And he did just that. No words needed to be exchanged. He only had to pull her hands up a little and she was on her knees exposing her butt to him.

Clara loved to be taken from the back she wished it was Lucius fucking her but she knew It was almost going to be impossible to achieve that now. He never did fuck her even when he had no soul mate let alone now that he had found now the stupid mortal called mate. The only thing they’ve ever shared was a kiss and she had been with him for more than a century.

She was getting furious and disinterested in James. He was in no comparison to Lucius the one she wanted in her arms now.

James hand tangled in her silky hair, he dropped his other to her butt and hauled her more tightly against him. He could feel her loose interest and swore within himself to bring her back to him. He would kill for her peace of mind the only problem was the person he would have to kill is the only true immortal. God knew how much he hated Lucius. The guy had everything and he had nothing. Even when fucking Clara she Still thought of him.

He didn’t know what was so special about Him that held unto everyone’s love and allegiance. Even the universe had made him a god. Even the universe loved him. But him the universe hated and made a slave. And the one thing he desired most the one thing he craved most to the point of submission couldn’t still be his all because of Lucius.

Clara pushed him away from vexes. She turned around and bit into him. She needed his blood to increase the pleasure she was feeling. She needed to forget the thought of Lucius just for this night.

James knew why she did this and he didn’t push her away. On the contrary he loved that she was taking from him. Gosh he loved the feel of it. The pain from her razor sharp blades filled him with intense pleasure. He couldn’t have stopped her besides he would heal and refill but she may never need his blood again.

She wrapped her legs against him and pushed deeper into her reaching deep inside her. He lifted them both onto the futon above the ground.

He wanted her to take him as much as she could, as much as she needed, and nothing was better than sex during feeding. When two vampires were connected that way, it was a closed circuit that delivered full-body orgasms like nothing else.

Two bad combinations for vampire as vicious as she is.