Recipe 43

                                    

                                          
*SEXUAL CONTENT*
                          
Elisha saw the darkening spot on Soleil’s neck where she had suckled his flesh, she might not be able to break his skin but she managed to bruise him, to have her temporary mark on him but the urge to place her own permanent mating mark was so strong, stronger than it ever was before. 

                          
“Here.” Elisha breathe out, placing two of her fingers on the skin just above Soleil's collar bone where she could feel his pulse jumped at her touch. “I want my mark here."
                          
Elisha watched with bated breath when Soleil lifted his free hand toward the spot she indicated, inhaling sharply when a longer and sharper nail snap out from under his usually blunt index nail and he slowly used its sharpness to open a line on his skin.
                          
His blood immediately bubbled from the wound, flowing and trailing down to his chest.

                          
Colorless.

                          
Luminous.

                          
Warm.

                          
Droplets of it fell on her chest, on her face and on her lips. She swiped her tongue to taste it and saw Soleil’s eyes dilate and glow brighter at her action as she felt him flex inside her body.
                          
Warm and clean. Soleil tastes like a sun-warmed spring water or an early morning dew.

                          
Earthy, musky and dominantly masculine. The very essence of Soleil.

                          
Power and life. That was the most potent element of his blood that a single drop was enough for her to feel the power surging on her veins, invigorating her in the oddest way. And her body felt more alive and sensitize to every touch, taste, scent and sound.
                          
Soleil then pulled her upright without cutting the intimate joining of their bodies, pulling her up and close to him until they were chest to chest, her plump breasts crushed against his muscled chest; his hard stomach cushioned against her soft belly.

                          
“Mark me, Mate. Mark me." Soleil chanted, banding his strong arm around her waist as he move them in a slow, even pace that had both of them moaning with ecstasy at the friction created on and in their bodies. 

                          
Soleil then wound his free hand on Elisha flowing hair, guiding her head towards his neck. 

                          
Elisha didn’t hesitate as she closed her mouth over the wound on Soleil’s neck, and sparks immediately flashed on her eyes when she gulped her first mouthful of her mate’s blood.
                          
Her body tighten as tremors of sensations shook her down to her core, she could taste and feel Soleil in every part of her body, in every pore and in her soul. His blood sensitize her body that she can feel every inch, every ridge and every throbbing vein of his hard length buried inside her; she can even feel the fusion of their sweat, the combining of their scents and the mixing of their sexual essences. 
                          
Excitement made her suckle harder when Soleil threw his head back in rapture and she heard his lustful roar echoed in the cave before she felt the painful prick of his fangs as he buried them deep on her neck.

                          
Then Soleil went into a frenzy, ploughing up on Elisha with enough force that she was pushed up and almost lost her balance before he caught her waist with both hands and slammed her back down on his hungry erection, he then set a brutal pace that Elisha couldn't do nothing but hang on tight on her mate's shoulders, her own fingers gouging his skin. 
                          
Elisha's orgasm came without warning, there were no buildup of pressure on her belly or the tell-tale tightening on her core muscle. It just came fast and strong, and it hit her with a strength of a speeding train that she could do was throw her head up for a silent scream as  she was swamped away by a riot of sensation too many and too intense to describe. She then felt her back being pressed down on the cool moss, a welcome reprieve for her heated body as Soleil's heavy form followed after her.