One hand grips her hair to angle her, while my other cups her ass and lifts her until her legs wind around my waist. Her lips part, letting me taste everything she is and everything she gives me. I kiss her until she softens while simultaneously tightening her grip around my neck—until she presses her chest into me and a breathy moan confirms her comfort.
Desire pushes my fangs out until they nick her bottom lip without breaking the skin. She gasps, pulling away. A hitch of her breath, her tongue sweeping where my teeth were until it glistens, and then she accepts the inevitable and brings me back to her.
Maintaining my grip, I back up and drop onto the couch, her over my lap. With both hands free, I crush her to me, tilting her head, taking her harder and deeper, my tongue swiping through her mouth and claiming every part for myself.
Soon, I’ll claim the rest of her body too.
She rocks her hips, and my cock responds. Knowing Sawyer, she’ll yank away soon, so while she’s with me, I make it worth it. Hands control her hips to push her down while thrusting up. Her breath hitches and she grows desperate, her fingers in my hair clamping hold.
Until, right on track, she tilts away. “We shouldn’t.”
Her hesitation dies when my lips move to her neck. Cupping my hand around the back until fingertips brush her pulse, I nip the area, purposely skimming my fangs until she’s moaning and shivering and pressing down onto me, presenting herself as a tasty little holiday treat I’d be remiss to deny.
My free hand slips beneath her top, pushing the material upwards. Slowly at first, until reaching the edge of her bra. Then I yank it off all the way and toss it to the side, my gaze rapt on the black cotton she carried to the bathroom with her yesterday afternoon. If I’d known earlier that day, after she woke whenI had her beneath me, that she was bare beneath my hoodie, her little nipples begging for attention, I’d have provided. I would have lifted that sweater higher and explored until she was moaning my name.
“Lucian…”
Yes, like that.
Whether my name on her tongue is a complaint or encouragement, she doesn’t add to it. It trails into pleasure as my lips shift from her neck, licking along the edge of her bra while waiting for permission.
She releases my head to grip my shoulders, fingers curling until nails dig into my shirt. Desire rockets through her, consuming the room with an inescapable scent that makes my cock rigid. One I’ll be sure to make her signature scent the rest of her life.
“We shouldn’t.”
With my teeth, I tug one cup of her bra down, baring a dusky rose nipple, but pause to look at her instead of acting upon my desires. Blue flames stare back, her lips slightly parted and swollen. Her hair, tangled from my hands, tumbles over her shoulders.
I take her mouth again, then trace a final lick along her lip before whispering, “Let me.”
“But you’re a…”
“A vampire. That means years of experience. Let me.”
I return to her breast, dragging my fangs slowly down her skin. Indents from my fangs linger, and I do it again, making them red. My third pass takes her nipple into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the hard nub until any of her lingering concerns are lapped away.
Her head falls back, and her hips drop onto mine. She rocks once, testing, and then again when I don’t hinder her. Stopping will be the last thing I’ll do. I’ll fuck her right here on this couch ifshe allows, and then every other surface in this cabin. In front of the tree, the window, the fireplace, over the coffee table, on the counters, in the shower, and on the bed. There won’t be a place untouched if she consents.
“Fuck, I feel so—” She cuts herself off with a little whine, so I unhook her bra and discard it to the side to take her other breast in hand, squeezing. Her hips move faster, and I thrust up into her.
I kiss between her breasts, paying equal attention to both, purposely dragging my fangs along her skin while waiting for permission to sink them into her. She’s sensitive—this I learn quickly when every gentle bite of a nipple creates a chorus of breathy sounds.
I’ll be able to compose my own little orchestra from her pleasure.
She speeds up, chasing the approaching orgasm that sweetens the room. Her hands fist my shirt, and her head falls forward, and then back, as desperation makes her mindless. My nips and licks don’t slow, and with the next squeeze of her breast, she presses down onto me and cries out.
Cum dampens her panties. The fragrance is all-consuming, enticing my hunger right down to my soul. Drinking from her and fucking is all I can focus on.
Panting, she lifts her head. Pink flushes her cheeks as she stares down at her lap, and then at my face, presumably seeing the monster she’s coming around to not fearing.
“I, uh…sorry.”
She rips from my hold, grabs her bra and shirt, and takes off for the bathroom.
CHAPTER 11
Sawyer
I just dry humped a vampire.
