Page 18 of Bewitched Before Christmas
Or perhaps when she’d looked so sad as he’d regaled her with his miserable crappy childhood. Like she really cared. Or she pitied him—even that didn’t matter now.
Perhaps he’d never stood a chance.
He remembered the first moment he’d set eyes on her. And he’d known he was in big trouble, because she reached something deep inside him. Something he’d locked away so long ago it was almost forgotten.
Now, the reasons didn’t matter. Maybe this was the end of the world. And they were all the other had. And right now, she was enough. More than enough. Everything he had ever dreamed about, before even his dreams were snatched away.
Vampires didn’t sleep, they died, and they never dreamed.
He reached out and cupped her cheek, her skin was silky soft under his touch. “Anything I desire?”
Did she realize what she was offering? Because he desired everything. Every last atom, every drop of her blood, every tingle of desire. His. Only his.
He tilted her face up to his, lowered his head and took her lips. She tasted of warm wine, and desire, and a sweetness he’d never encountered before. He held himself in check, because she was young and this was going to happen—she’d offered herself to him, and she wouldn’t stop him now. But more than anything he needed this to be good for her. He wasn’t totally altruistic. If she ever found her Mr. Normal, she would remember this night.
He sank to his knees, gripped his hands at her waist and pressed his lips to the soft curve of her belly. She had a tattoo above her right hip. A raven in flight. As he stroked his tongue over the lines, he gently pushed her back so she sprawled onto the sofa behind her. He moved quickly, spreading her thighs, nipping the mound beneath her black lace panties. It wasn’t enough, and he ripped them from her, then sat back on his heels.
She was beautiful. Black curls and dark red lips glistening with desire. She wanted him, and that was the last piece needed to fuel his own desire.
He glanced up the line of her body. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. A pulse throbbed in her throat and his gums ached.
Lowering his head, his fangs grazed her upper thighs, the spot where the blood pulsed close to the surface. He could make her come with just a tiny sip. But another time. Instead, he kissed her gently, felt her tense beneath him. His hands gripped her hips as his tongue snaked out to taste her, teasing between her pouting lips. Stroking her, drinking in the sweetness. As he pushed his tongue inside, she went totally still. He stroked up toward the little bundle of swollen nerves, circling it so her hips jerked and pushed up against him. He touched her lightly with the tip of his tongue and she moaned.
He was so hard now he thought he would burst, but he held himself in check, stroking his tongue over her, sucking the small bud into his mouth and biting gently. Her spine arched, and she pulsed against him. He kissed her again, held her hips as she came so sweetly for him.
His turn.
He rose to his feet, pulled his T-shirt over his head. Kicked off his boots. His hands went to his waist, then his gaze dropped, she was watching him out of hungry eyes. His movements slowed, and he flicked open the button on his jeans and deliberately lowered the zipper. Her gaze dropped, and she watched as he pushed his jeans down over his thighs, and then off, to stand before her naked.
He fisted his cock as he took a step toward her. He wanted this to last, but knew it was unlikely. He had an idea this was her first time. It was none of his business, except he needed to slow things down.
He could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, still beneath the black bra. He reached behind her, unfastened the clasp and peeled the material away, baring her breasts. They were small, but full, the nipples tight, dark red peaks. He trailed a finger over them, and her skin puckered. Lowering his head, he took one in his mouth then suckled. She tasted so good, and his dick twitched and jerked.
He needed her. Now. He needed to be inside her. She shifted so she lay stretched out on the sofa, then raised her arms to him. He sank down onto her, holding his weight on his elbows. He was big and she was small.
As he lowered himself, her thighs opened for him. He pushed inside, and her legs wrapped around him. For a moment, he lay, his face pressed against her throat, breathing in the sweet scent of her. His fangs ached, but he ignored the sensation.
Slowly, he pulled out and her legs tightened around him, drawing him back.
He ground his hips against her, rubbing circles, and she moaned in his ear.
Out and then in, the exquisite sensations building inside him. In his balls, his dick. He raised himself up so he could stare down into her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, eyes dazed.
“Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping.
Cupping her face, he held her gaze as he increased his speed. She was moving with him. He ground against her and saw the moment she came apart for him. Her eyes widening, her spine arching, her mouth parting in surprise.
And he released the last of his control.
He pushed into her hard and fast, closing his eyes and concentrating on the sensations that flooded his body.
Nothing had ever felt like this. And then he was flying. The pleasure ran through his cock, through his body, bathing him in fire. He hadn’t realized how cold he had been.
On and on. He’d think it was over, then she twitched her hips, tightened her thighs, and he was coming again.
Finally, he collapsed, burying his head against her breasts.
