Two Hundred-Thirteen

Once I am sitting up straight, straddling his thighs with his hands now sitting on my hips, I slowly start to move up and down until I find a steady rhythm, building the pleasure in both of us. As the pleasure builds and builds, Zachariah finally manages to sit up by sliding one hand from my hip up my side and back to the back of my neck pulling me down, at the same time he moves his other hand onto the bed and then pushes up.

Once he pulls me close enough, he crashes his lips to mine in a hungry kiss as he wraps his arm back around my waist and then he joins his thrusts to the movements of my hips. It doesn’t take long as the pleasure increases for our movements to become more intense. I break his hungry kiss to let out the scream that had been building along with my pleasure.

Zachariah takes that opportunity to trail kisses down my neck until he reaches his mark. I then scream again as he sinks his canines, only this time as my body shudders, quakes and clamps down on his, he rele