#van helsing

Thinking back to this from the Van Helsing book adaptation…sighs,,,

"May others be as passionate in their hunting of you"

"Lock the door," he ordered, voice low and rough. You obeyed instantly, turning the bolt with shaking fingers. Max shrugged off his warden jacket and tossed it aside, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he stalked toward you. "Good girl. Now come here."

You stepped closer, but he did not wait. His hand shot out, wrapping firmly around your throat as he shoved you back against the heavy wooden desk. The edge dug into your ass while he pressed his body flush against yours. "You've been teasing me all goddamn day," he growled, leaning in so his breath ghosted your ear. "Walking around like you don't know what it does to me. Time to pay for that."

His mouth crashed down on yours in a bruising kiss, tongue demanding entrance. You moaned loudly into it, already wet from the sheer dominance radiating off him. Max's free hand yanked your shirt up and over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him. He squeezed your breast roughly, pinching the nipple until you gasped. Then he spun you around fast, bending you over the desk so your chest pressed against the cool wood.

"Stay right there," he commanded. You heard his belt buckle clink, then the sound of his zipper. He shoved your pants and panties down in one rough motion, kicking your legs apart. "Fuck, look at you. Already dripping for me."

You moaned loud as his fingers slid through your folds, teasing your clit before pushing two thick fingers deep inside without warning. He pumped them hard and fast, curling them against that perfect spot while his other hand kept you pinned down by the back of your neck. "Max! Oh shit, yes!"

"Louder," he demanded, adding a third finger and stretching you. Your moans filled the office, echoing off the walls as he finger-fucked you mercilessly. The wet sounds were obscene. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss, but then you felt the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. You cried out, loud and broken, gripping the edge of the desk as he filled you completely. "Fuck! Max, you're so big!"

"That's right. Take every inch like the good little slut you are." He did not give you time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm. His hips snapped against your ass, the desk creaking under the force. One hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so he could bite down on your shoulder.

You were moaning nonstop, loud and shameless, the pleasure bordering on overwhelming. Every deep thrust hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Max reached around and rubbed your clit in tight circles, never slowing his pace. "Come on my cock. Now."

The orgasm crashed over you hard. You screamed his name, body shaking as your walls clenched around him. Max groaned but kept fucking you through it, drawing it out until your legs trembled.

He pulled out, flipped you onto your back on the desk, and shoved your knees up toward your chest. "Eyes on me," he ordered. Then he drove back inside, even deeper in this position. His hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make your head spin while he pounded into you. Your tits bounced with every thrust, and he leaned down to suck hard on one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

"Max! Fuck, don't stop! Please!" Your voice was hoarse from moaning so loud, but you could not hold back. He felt incredible, stretching you, owning you completely.

He straightened up, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he railed you. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with your cries and his low grunts. Sweat glistened on his chest where his shirt hung open. He looked feral, eyes dark with lust and power.

"Again," he growled. "Come again for me." His thumb pressed hard on your clit, rubbing fast. You shattered, back arching off the desk as another intense orgasm ripped through you. Your loud moans turned into sobs of pleasure.

Max flipped you once more, this time pulling you up so you were bent over but facing the door. He kicked your legs wider and slammed back in, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other hand covered your mouth. "Quiet down or the guards will hear what a desperate whore you are for their warden."

You moaned against his palm anyway, the muffled sounds still loud as he fucked you senseless. He bit the back of your neck, hips grinding deep before picking up speed again. The angle had him hitting even deeper, making your eyes roll back.

After what felt like forever, he pulled out and spun you to face him. "On your knees." You dropped instantly, legs weak. Max fisted your hair and guided his cock, slick with your juices, into your mouth. "Suck it. Clean me up."

You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as he fucked your throat. He was rough but controlled, not pushing too far. Tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, but you loved it. Loved how he used you.

"Fuck, your mouth feels good." He thrust a few more times before pulling out and stroking himself fast. "Open."

You obeyed, tongue out, moaning as thick ropes of his cum landed on your tongue and across your lips. Max watched with dark satisfaction, breathing hard.

He helped you up after a moment, surprisingly gentle as he wiped your face with his shirt. Then he pulled you against his chest, one hand possessively on your ass. "You're mine now. Understand?"

"Yes," you whispered, voice wrecked.

Max smirked and kissed you slower this time. "Good girl. We're not done yet. I still have plans for you tonight."

He lifted you onto the desk again, spreading your legs wide. His fingers traced through the mess between your thighs before he dropped to his knees and buried his face in your pussy. You cried out loud once more as his tongue worked you over, licking and sucking until you were grinding against his mouth.

He made you come twice more like that, fingers and tongue driving you wild, before he stood and slid back inside you for another round. This time he fucked you slower but no less deep, eyes locked on yours as he claimed you completely.

By the time he finally carried you to the small couch in the corner, you were spent, body marked and satisfied. Max held you close, his dominant energy still simmering as he stroked your hair. "Rest up. I own you, and I plan on proving it again before morning."

Absolute peak!!! While I know its not deep I don't care honestly. Its a wonderful monster movie with Gothic visuals and who doesn't love a Dracula movie? I also adored the characters. The ballroom scene! The set!