But I didn’t feel completely right about getting away with it, so I laid a sound smack against that perfect ass. “Hey!” she protested. “I’ll bite you,” she threatened.
“That’s the idea, badass.” I sat down on the couch and slid her down my body until she was sitting on my lap, knees on either side of my thighs. “Dinner is served,” I said, tilting my head, offering her the expanse of my neck. Her lap covered mine, radiating heat, and fitting so perfect against my body.
“My favorite,” she exclaimed, then bit into me with a sharp pinch. The pain was always brief. I found it easy to surrender to her. My hands massaged her cold thighs. There was something so strangely intimate and erotic about her sucking my blood. I’d tried my best to be professional and aloof about it, but once we’d fallen into a routine, the intimacy of the act only increased.
I grew dizzy, and my eyes drifted shut. She squirmed on top of me, making the most sinful sounds as she drank. Her fingers tugged the short hairs at the base of my skull, and I growled. Blood divided in my body, rushing up into her mouth and down to my lap. Her legs warmed under my touch.
When she didn’t feed for long periods of time, she became unbearably cold. I should have figured out she needed to eat when I saw her wearing Cookie Monster. The more she drank from me, the farther the coat slid down her arms, as she no longer required its warmth.
My hands had settled on her hips, grinding her down against me. Tension corded through my muscles, and desire gripped me. Wetness spread through her sheer shorts and to my boxers. The scent of her arousal surrounded me, and my mouth watered. I was already too close to the edge. Oh gods, I would do anything for this woman. I’d rake down the stars and fashion them into a collar she could wrap around my neck if she just let me kiss her, worship her.
Vivien pulled away when she’d drank her fill. Green eyes glazed, and hair tousled like I’d already taken her seven ways from Sunday. Leaning down again, she reverently licked over the puncture marks, cleaning up the wounds even as we rocked against each other. The bites would heal soon enough, and it secretly aroused me to see the marks she left behind. I was hers, body and soul. I didn’t care who knew it.
My voice came out in a rasp. “Did my dirty girl get her dinner? Maybe she wants dessert now?”
Her hot, slick tongue doubled the desire snaking through my body.
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed against me. Her eyes swept up to meet mine. “What’s for dessert?”
I grabbed the back her head, jerking her up against me in an almost violent move. “How about my thick cock, followed by a dose of my cum down your throat.”
Her eyes flew open in shock, then lowered in a smoldering stare that made my blood boil.
My hips surged up, trapping her sensitive bud with my hardness. Her mouth always fell into a perfect ‘o’ when I found the spot that made the thoughts disappear from her brain in a puff of smoke. Vivien moaned and threw her head back as she gripped my shoulders. All her concentration was on that perfect pearl I ground against with deliberate attention. The dampness between us spread faster.
“That’s my girl. All drenched, and ready for me.”
Her pupils nearly swallowed the green in her eyes.
Fuck, I was ready. I needed to slide past her perfect lips, into the inferno of her mouth where that wicked tongue knew all the ways to undo me.
Brushing my lips against the delicate shell of her ear, I gave a low chuckle. “And of course, I’ll lap you up like a bowl of ice cream. And I won’t stop until you hit that perfect orgasm that melts your kneecaps and make you forget your own name.”
She shuddered against me, responding to my words.
A presence pulled my attention away from our shameless grinding. When I looked past Vivien, I found Ardnassak staring at me with glowing gold eyes. My reaper dog arrived, calling me to duty.
Vivien twisted around to see we weren’t alone.
I heaved a heavy sigh. “No rest for the wicked.” I lifted her off my lap and set her next to me.
I jerked my head, signaling Ardnassak to go ahead of me. The reaper disappeared.
Damn. Vivien was more than understanding about the importance of my duties. But I was coming to resent them. Was it so much to ask to spend a century or two simply pulling Vivien apart and putting her back together? Finding every last possible point of pleasure I could wring out of her body,
Vivien snorted and rested her elbow along the back of the couch. “I don’t think we were about to get rest. Besides, I have more hunting to do.” Despite her bravado, her thighs trembled and her voice shook.
Vivien used her fingers to clean the corners of her mouth of any errant blood.
“Don’t do that,” I said to her in a commanding voice.
She froze. “Do what?”
“Don’t lick and touch your lips like that.” My words came out in a warning. I found the movement impossibly seductive. I was already on the brink. It wouldn’t take much to snap my resolve.
Her eyes turned devilish as she darted out her pink tongue again, swiping it against her lips before catching the tip of her finger in her mouth.
Fucking damn. My hand shot into the opening of my boxers to grab the base of my length with a growl.
