Page 19 of Vampire Soldier
She’s killing me, every moan, every touch, driving me further into the madness she’s created within me.
I push a finger, then two, inside of her, and she’s so slick, so ready for me.
Her lips are at my ear, her breaths coming in harsh pants.
“Take off your shirt.” She tries to pull it off, and I allow her. She leans back against the couch, a damn goddess with her lilac-colored hair wild around her, her face flushed from the orgasm I’d given her. She takes me in, eyes scanning my chest. “Oh, wow. They’re beautiful.”
I glance down at my chest, a wry grin twisting my lips. Her fingertips gently trace the tattoos that span my chest and abdomen. They are a combination of styles, my way of remembering important events in my long life.
“Do you always talk so much?” I ask, reaching up and cupping her jaw. I’m surprised at how easily her head turns to the side, allowing me greater access. She trusts me. The realization makes me want her even more.
“Do you always play with your food so much before you eat it?”
“You’re not food.” I lean down and nip the side of her neck, loving the way her heartbeat quickens, her blood rushing through her veins. Her pulse point is right under my lips. I lick the spot, her skin salty with a hint of something floral. “But you could be.”
She shivers, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I pull back and study her face.
“What?” she asks, her cheeks pink and her lips swollen from my kisses.
“You really are beautiful.” I don’t know why, but her beauty strikes me in that moment, the single light flickering over her face, highlighting her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips.
She smiles, but it’s hesitant. She wraps one of her toned legs around my hips, nudging me forward with a heel at the small of my back. Her heart races even harder, the faintest hint of nervousness in the air. But her fingers catch in my waistband, then she’s fumbling with my belt. I stretch a hand out to my jacket, reaching for my wallet and the condom I’d tucked inside on a whim after the night we first met. It’s all I can do to not buck my hips forward, to press my erection into her hands. As I straighten, I catch the corner of the foil packet between my teeth as Blake finally gets my belt undone. I help her undo my pants, unable to look away from her as, together, we push my pants and boxer briefs down enough to free my cock.
An unfamiliar sensation slithers through my veins as I watch her eyes widen, her kiss-swollen lips part in a silent gasp. Sure, I’ve felt arrogance before with other partners; I know my cock is on the large size and how impressive some consider it. I’ve never actually cared about what a partner thought, though. Not in this same way I’m finding I care about Blake’s opinion.
I grip the base of my cock, squeezing tightly when she catches her lower lip between her teeth. A bead of pre-cum leaks from my slit, the need to plunge deep within her growing by the second. She breaks her gaze and looks up at me. I could get lost in her; this woman demands my attention in a way I’ve never experienced. She reaches out and takes the condom, ripping open the packet and rolling it down the length of me. Her touch is gentle, her movements measured. She doesn’t seem rushed or eager to get the sex over with.
A strange feeling blooms in my chest.
She sits up, her lips finding mine, and the kiss is soft and tender. It’s a kiss that speaks of things to come, things I’ve never thought about.
Things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Tomorrow, Blake signs the official paperwork to become my employee. This is only tonight, right now, to get her out of my system so I can think straight again.
But that doesn’t stop me from cupping her face with both hands, holding her still as I deepen the kiss. Her arms go around my neck and, without a second thought, I wrap an arm around her lower back and move her to lay back on the couch. Hooking a hand under her thigh, I hitch her leg up over my hip as I fit between her hips.
Blake looks up at me, breathless and wide-eyed, her arousal so goddamned thick in the air and the taste of her still in my mouth. It’s all I can do to simply pivot my hips forward, dragging my hard length through her slick folds. “Yeah?” I ask, gritting my teeth, my sharp fangs throbbing as they threaten to pierce my lower lip. A sexy determination enters her eyes, and she brings her other leg up to grip my side, angling her hips upwards. The swollen head of my cock catches her entrance, making us both groan.
“Yeah,” is her breathy reply. She drops her gaze down between us, her body flushed with need.
Thank fuck. I reach down, angling my cock against her, and thrust inside.
She feels so fucking good.
“Holy shit!” she moans, the sound muffled by her biting her lip.
Her walls clamp down around me and, despite the fact that she’s the tightest I’ve ever been inside of, the feeling is indescribable. My entire body goes still, the urge to plunge into her over and over a temptation so close to breaking my resolve. But her body tenses beneath mine, and I force myself to look at her face.
A line forms between her brows, a wince creasing the corners of her eyes. She’s uncomfortable.
Fuck.
“Hey.” I lean down, kissing her lips softly, my chest rubbing against hers.
“Hmm?”
“Look at me,” I whisper, and her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes. “You good?”
