“So many promises, vampire boy.” Slowly, she rose up in his lap, leaned forward, and sank her teeth into his lower lip. When she spoke, every word brushed her mouth against his. “Bite me. Fuck me. Start keeping them.”
He didn’t respond in words. Instead, with a smile as sharp and hot as a newly forged blade, he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
***
In the goldenglow of a corner lamp, Edie spread her legs for him.
The silky sheets rustled beneath her, a pillow raised her ass high, and Max’s hands urged her even wider, until another scant inch would strain her muscles. He knelt between her thighs, naked, cupping the backs of her knees. Lifting and bending them. Exposing her to his heavy, dark stare.
She was naked too. Entirely bare to him, all fading bruises and eager lust.
His forefinger slid down through her curls, then traced the seam of her body, parting her vulva. Opening her further to him. Cool air swept over damp, private flesh, and she shivered.
“Next time,” he murmured. “Next time, my Edie, you’ll sit on my face and fuck it. I don’t require much oxygen. You can force-feed me this delicious chatte until you’re all I can see or taste or breathe. Put my mouth and nose exactly where you want them, grind down, and take everything you need.”
Distantly, she wondered why, exactly, they weren’t doing that right now. Because it sounded really, really fun.
“So pretty here. So pretty everywhere.” His thumb slowly circled her entrance, then dipped inside in a shallow, fleeting tease as his forefinger lightly petted the hood over her swelling clit. “I want it, ma puce. All this beauty is mine.”
With every touch, her breath hitched.
“Next time, you can take me.” He dropped to his belly then. Stretched out. Slid his strong arms beneath her thighs and laid heavy hands on her hips. Held her in place, every steady breath ruffling her pubic hair. “Tonight, I take you.”
She couldn’t see him anymore. Not over the swell of her own belly. But there was no missing what she felt, what he was making her feel, and every other sense was swamped in him too. The mint lingering on her tongue from his ravenous open-mouthed kisses on the way to his bedroom. The sharp eucalyptus scent filling her lungs with every ragged inhalation. The faint growl rumbling in his throat as he held himself perfectly still and studied her for an endless fever-bright minute.
The stream of air he blew over her vulva wasn’t even a little hot. It still burned.
She moaned and shifted restlessly, and he smiled. She couldn’t watch him do it, but she knew it was happening, knew how it would look. She could re-create its infuriating, glorious arrogance in precise detail.
“I’m hungry, darling.” His lips skimmed over the very tip of her clit. “I’ll eat, and you’ll give me what I need. You’ll beg to give me more.”
Okay, enough. It was time to justify that towering ego.
“Dude.” Reaching down, she laced her fingers through that dark gold hair, took a good grip, and yanked. “Less tongue talking. More tongue fucking.”
When he laughed, he did so against her increasingly slick flesh, and she gasped at the vibration. Then he licked away all that slickness like a spill of honey, his tongue agile and soft and relentless. It swept over her clit and along her folds, turned firm and slipped inside her for a shallow, slick, twisting thrust. His nose nudged, and his teeth scraped faintly, and the hungry sounds he made hummed over her nerve endings like her very favorite sex toy.
His fingertips teased her entrance, circling and rubbing as hesettled in for a long, slow, luxurious suck of her clit. Delirious, panting, eyes squeezed closed, she untangled one hand from his hair and cupped her own breast. Pinched her stiff nipple until the jolt of pleasure connected her tit to the playful swirl of his tongue and draw of his mouth between her thighs.
When her hips hitched higher, seeking more pressure, he shoved them right back down and held her in place, forcing her to take only what he gave her.
White heat built deep in her belly, and her legs began to tremble. She twitched against his tongue, the tension in her body growing with each lick, each hum, each leisurely suck, and this time she could actuallyfeelhis self-satisfied smile against her flesh.
“Not yet, sweet Edie,” he crooned, the words an open taunt. “Patience.”
Then his lips and tongue slid off to the side, and she tugged viciously at his stupidly thick hair and groaned in disbelief, because where thefuckwas he going?
His open mouth trailed over her labia and dragged through her curls. Pushing her right knee to the mattress with one hand, he nuzzled his face between her heaving belly and the top of her thigh. He fastened his mouth there and sucked hard enough to bruise, blood rushing to the surface of her skin as her nerves prickled. The pressure increased in two distinct spots, rising almost to the point of pain.
His other palm slid between her legs and squeezed until she moaned.
“Yes?” he grated out, and it took her a few seconds to grasp what he was asking.
Her femoral artery. His fangs. Her hunger and his, satisfied in one bite.
“Oh gods, please.” The bastard still wouldn’t let her lift her hips, and she squirmed against his inexorable hold, her nails digging into his scalp. “Max.”
His fangs pierced her flesh at the same moment he sank three fingers inside her and thumbed her clit, and the strangled noise echoing in her ears might as well have come from a stranger, because she didn’t recognize it.
