It’s just blood. You’ve bled all of over the place. At least this time it’s for a good cause.That sounds so dumb-- even in my own head-- I barely keep from giggling like a crazy person.
“If you want me to stop, just say so,” Nolan declares, his voice now it’s normal low, sultry tone that seems to infuse into my very bones, and I’m pretty sure my palms are starting to sweat.
Well, that’s attractive.Stealthily, I run my hands along my jeans.Be normal. Don’t act weird. Everything will be fine.
Leaning forward, his next words are spoken against my neck, “Try to relax and don’t fight against the feeling.”
I don’t exactly understand what he means by that, and my stomach jumps when he does a slow lick up my neck. My skin subtly tingles, and I barely feel the sharp prick when his teeth sink into my flesh. Whatever I thought a vampire’s bite felt like pales in comparison to the actual experience.
The air in my lungs escapes in a breathy moan, and my eyes droop closed. Whatever I was thinking before completely vanishes. Instead, a deep, warm pleasure flows through my veins at the languid pace of a lover’s caress, flooding every part of me in a desire so profound I immediately want to be like this forever.
Nolan groans against my neck like a starving man that’s having his first taste of the ambrosia made for gods. With one hand twisted in my hair and the other spread wide on my spine, he moves until we’re flush against each other, and I wholeheartedly welcome the contact.
With a throaty purr, I press my body hard against him, while my fingers seek out the sculpted lines of his exposed shoulders and back. I feel confident and desirable, enjoying exploring his body-- learning the slopes of his shoulder blades, the beads of his spine, and the contours of the muscles beneath his skin.
There was nothing to be nervous about.
Then, the languid pleasure shifts to an aching need, and all I want is more. More of him. More of this feeling. More of everything. Sinking into his embrace, I buck my hips against his-- rocking my core against his growing hard-on.
Nolan inhales sharply, an answering moan vibrating in his chest, but he doesn’t stop-- greedilylapping up the blood that slowly drips down my neck. His grip tightens in my hair, and his hand slides further down my spine, a few of his long tapered fingers finding the exposed skin between my shirt and jeans.
“Yes,” I pant into his ear. “Take all you need.”
With the simple touch of his fingertips on my bare skin, lust burns through me, and my clothes feel itchy against my over sensitive flesh. I run my hands up his body, until I’m cradling his head against me, his white blonde hair soft between my fingers. I mentally beg him to slide his hands under my shirt, so I can feel more of him on my skin.
When his fangs finally slide back into his gums, he keeps his mouth to my neck. His tongue slowly runs along the puncture holes and licks up any remaining blood. The metallic tang is a heady scent mixed with the musk of intense desire.
Once finished, Nolan leans back into the couch, and my hands slip from the back of his head down to his firm chest. His breaths are heavy pants, and his skin is tacky with hints of sweat. There’s a tingling sensation at my neck, a combination of his saliva and my magic at work knitting everything back together. I know it’s completely healed when he sits back up and touches my neck, his thumb running along where his mark was only moments before.
“Told you,” I murmur into his ear. “Good as new.”
“Incredible,” he whispers back.
Our faces turn toward each other, so close that our noses nearly bump, and his hands drop to my hips. The pupils of his eyes are huge, surrounded with only a thin layer of ice blue.
Even though he’s stopped feeding, need still fills me and my fingers itch to explore him once more. This feeling is joined by a painful longing that pierces right through my heart. There’s a powerful roar in my ears, as I cup his face between my hands. With gentle fingers, I trace the sharp planes of his cheekbones and jaw like braille, craving to remember each part of this moment.
He licks his lips, but seems transfixed by my touch, remaining still except for our shared labored breaths.
It feels like the world doesn’t exist outside of the walls of this room, and we are the only two that inhabit it. Inside, I’m a jumbled collection of opposites. A deep and primal need to fuse together matched against something softer and delicate that wants to freeze time so we can remain suspended in this place.
I brush my thumb across his lips, his full bottom lip soft to the touch, and then lightly press mine against them.
It feels like sliding into a warm bath-- safe and wonderful with no desire to leave, and my heart feels swollen and fragile, because all the ice that protects me has melted away.
My eyes flutter closed when Nolan kisses me back with the same unhurried pace, his hands sliding up my back with fingers spread wide. A happy hum rumbles in his chest that draws from me a matching sigh.
At first it’s merely lips brushing against lips, then his tongue slides along the seam of my mouth, encouraging me to open myself to him. I acquiesce, nervous because I don’t really know what I’m doing, and my heartbeat begins to rattle uncontrollably in my ears.
However, it’s clear hedoesknow what he’s doing. Confident and unhurried, his tongue explores the wet contours of my mouth, tracing along my teeth, then stroking mine in invitation to do the same.
I tilt my head to the side, my hands falling from his face to his shoulders, and tentatively repeat what he did to me. He has the taste of warm copper with hints of spicy chocolate, and my whole mouth subtly tingles.
A low groan of appreciation resonates from his throat, and he opens his mouth wider, enticing me to deepen the kiss. His left hand slides up to cradle the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair once more, while his right slides back down to the space between my shirt and jeans.
I feel dizzy and desperate for more. Flattening myself against him, I wrap my arms fully around his neck and give over all of me.
He sucks on my tongue, nips at my lips, and leads me in a frenzied dance of desire. His hand moves beneath my shirt, scorching fingers tracing along the base of my spine, and I moan into his mouth.
