Chapter Two Hundred and Fourty Five
“Oh, God, yes.” Isabella said and met each of his thrusts with an equally powerful reaction, their bodies slamming together so forcefully, he thought he’d break her into pieces. But he kept on impaling her on his hard shaft, filling her tight sheath perfectly.
Then suddenly her muscles squeezed him tighter as she came, too unexpected for him to stop the approach of his own climax. He could feel the waves crashing through her body. In a ripple effect they ignited what seemed like dynamite in his own cells, making him explode with the force of an atomic bomb. His head veered toward her neck, his fangs ready to rip her vein open and drink her blood.
Take her! She’s yours!
At the last second, he jerked his head into the other direction and buried his fangs into the seat as he collapsed on top of her.