Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

feeling like a flaming torch over my body. I couldn’t think. I
didn’t want anything else.
I reached back, touching his face, now free of the mask,
and he left my neck, gripping my hair and yanking my head
back. I was completely immobile as he chewed at my lips,
kneaded my breasts, and flicked one of my fangs with his
tongue.
His breath almost sounded like a growl as he seethed, as
completely lost as me.
Picking me up, he spun me around, bringing us both down
onto the ground. I landed on my hands and knees, and tried to
rise, but he pushed me back down.
I heard the jingle of his belt and then his zipper, and my
arms shook under me, and I couldn’t breathe. I’d never done it
this way.
He knocked my knees wider, gripped my hips, and yanked
me back to him, the hard flesh of his cock pressing into me.
A moan escaped me, and I could already feel how wet I
was.
He grabbed hold of my panties and ripped them away, the
fabric stretching and tearing off my body. He took hold of
himself, crowned me, and before I could say anything, he slid
inside me, burying himself deep and filling me so good my
knees quaked.
“Ah,” I whimpered, going rigid for a moment to adjust.
The spot he hit deep inside sent a wave of pleasure to the
rest of my body, everything tingling and buzzing, and I heard
his labored breaths behind me as he gave into it, too.
He didn’t wait long, though. Squeezing my hips where
they met my thighs, he started pumping, hard and fast, and I
fumbled my hands on the hay-covered floor to keep myself on
my knees.
All I could do was try not to fall as he thrust into me in
short, quick attacks, filling me up with his size and warmth,
and then pulling back out to do it again.