Chapter 36

Andrew then raised Matilda's lazy kilt and sensed her impatience, after he noticed that she had not worn any under cloth, her blond hairy sleek were exposed. Without much fuss he hoisted her. "Young maiden," As he plunged his shaft into her warm and wet sleek, "...Tonight I will make you my woman. Poor Duke thought you were an angel. Does he even realize who you really are, Matilda?" He lowered his face and kissed her on her lips and then instilled his tongue into her mouth and as she entangled hers with his, he commenced shoving it in and out in time with his shaft thrusts, he then dove his fangs into her neck as he tasted his bitter sweet blood.

But Andrew wasn't satisfied. With all the years he had spent on earth, something was missing. Something he badly wanted to have. His mate.

Even so, it was gone in a minute, his longing was gone just like the previous years, nevertheless, he began savagely fucking her. In and out, he slammed her folds wickedly crashing into her till Ma