Her words dissolved into a cry as Jake hoisted her legs up, folding them back. He thrust with unrestrained force, driving himself deep. Sensing her moans weren't hitting the pitch he craved, he thickened his penis length by two extra inches.
"FUCK!!!" Zamira's voice broke.
"YOU'LL BREAK ME, JAKE!!"
"AHAAAAN! AHH! OOH!"
"I SWEAR, I'M GOING TO SHATTER!!"
"You're tougher than that," he growled, dismissing her pleas to ease up. "I haven't even gotten started." Ignoring her cries, he quickened his pace. Pain wasn't the issue—Zamira was simply drowning in overwhelming pleasure. Each thrust slammed against her G-spot and the depths of her womb, pushing her limits.
Jake reveled in the crescendo of Zamira's moans, each one stoking his arousal and swelling his pride. He had brought one of the mightiest female vampires of their time to a shuddering, full-throated wail, and it fueled his vampiric masculinity, his ego, and his burning drive to plant his seed in her.
