Slowly, gently, he peeled away the layers of my clothing as if I were a rare and precious gift to be unwrapped with the utmost care. Every brush of his fingers against my skin sent shivers cascading down my spine. Every touch of his lips burned me, branded me, and I arched into his touch, eager for more. The unholy light in his eyes making my heart flutter wildly in my chest. I held my breath, suspended in this perfect moment between us. I'd never felt so cherished, so completely seen by another person as I did beneath Brogan's intense gaze.
Once I was completely bare, he paused, kneeling over me as his eyes worshipped my body with a reverence that made my heart ache. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, and for the first time in a very long time, Ifeltbeautiful under his gaze—beautiful, powerful, and desirable and entirely free of the shadows that had been dogging my every step since I'd left Mexico.
I reached for him, my fingers trembling slightly as I tugged at the buttons of his ridiculous shirt. I arched my back, needing to feel his body pressed against mine, to have him erase the last of the distance between us with the heat of his touch. I wanted him inside of me. His cock. Hisfangs.
Suddenly impatient, he tore off his shirt, then stood to kick off his boots and jeans, his hungry eyes darting from one part of me to the next with such intensity I could feel my skin burn every place they touched. Unable to wait, I ran my hands up my stomach and lifted my breasts in offering, brushing my fingers over my sensitive nipples…
My breath stuttered in my chest at the reaction on his face.
Brogan watched me touching myself, his head tilted and his upper lip lifted from his bared fangs. The bones in his face were more pronounced than a moment earlier, and his tensed muscles appeared harder, stronger, leaner. I pinched my nipples between my fingers, moaning when they hardened, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. He was so beautiful, and also completely terrifying, like nothing I'd ever seen before. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I writhed on the bed, moaning as desire clenched low in my stomach in response, giving myself over to him as a sacrifice.
An animalistic growl filled the room, raising the little hairs all over my body. It almost sent me over the edge, my breath catching as I rode the rising waves of desire clenching within me. One hand wandered down between my legs.
Suddenly, he was hovering over me on the bed, his hands on either side of my head and strong legs trapping mine. His warm lips trailed fire down my neck, and I pressed my head back into the mattress to give him better access. His name escaped my lips on a sigh as his fangs gently scraped against my skin, sending a thrill through me. A dangerous longing that I couldn't—and didn't want to—resist.
He inhaled, breathing in my scent and exhaling with a hungry moan, and I braced myself for the pain of his fangs piercing my throat. But he hesitated, his body tensing above me and his panting breaths coming short and fast as he fought against his vampire nature, against the primal urge to feed.
"Do it," I whispered, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "Take all of me." I slid my hand to the back of his neck, pulling his teeth closer to my throat. "I trust you, Brogan."
With a sound somewhere between unbearable pain and need, he reared back and struck fast as a snake, his fangs piercing smoothly through the layers of my skin. There was a sharp prick, followed by an indescribable sensation of such raw pleasure I could do nothing but let it course through me as I cried out. A rush of heat to my blood followed as my body relaxed into him, binding me to him in the most intimate way possible.
I held him to my throat and wrapped my legs around his muscular hips, clinging to him as he fed from me. My fingers tangled in his soft hair as he took what I freely offered. Shocks of desire shot through me with every pull of his mouth, my hips rising of their own accord, trying to ease the ache between my thighs. He settled his weight over me, pushing me back to the bed. "Brogan…" My body was on fire. Blood rushing through my veins, racing to meet his mouth.
More.
His arm slid beneath my back, his other hand in my hair, tilting my head away to give him better access. He groaned against the side of my throat, and the sound was so hungry, so full of need that I cried out. And then he moved, rolling his hips into mine, his hard, thick length sliding easily through my folds against my clit. Another animalistic sound filled the room when he felt how wet I was for him.
Just as I was about to go over the edge, he withdrew his fangs from my throat, licking the wound to help it heal and kissing his way to my breast. I nearly ripped the hair from his head when he flicked my nipple with his tongue, rolling it between his sharp teeth. I tensed, my entire body humming with anticipation, riding the wire as I waited for him to bite. But he didn't, and I moaned with disappointment as he kissed and licked his way to the other side, winding me up so tight I thought I was going to snap like a rubber band.
Balancing on one arm, he shifted until he could slide his hand between my legs. Every muscle in my body locked when his fingers slid easily through the slick heat of me.
An instant later, cool air replaced the warmth of his body as his shoulders pushed my thighs apart. I looked down to find his eyes on my sex and his mouth less than an inch from my aching clit. I lifted my hips in invitation, but he only threw one arm over my hips and pressed me down again, laughing softly when I cursed him in Spanish. But when the tip of his tongue barely touched me, I dug my heels into the bed and shamelessly surged toward his mouth.
"Please." I begged, my hands finding my breasts again as I threw my head back into the mattress. If he didn't do something to ease the winding tension within me, I was going to explode into a million pieces and there would be nothing left for him.
But his next words, so quiet I almost didn't hear them, calmed the storm raging inside of me a bit.
"I've never tasted…"
What was he saying?
"Just…let me taste you. Here." And then his tongue laved me again, hot and wet, licking me from back to front, feeling his way until he found the spot that made my hips buck and sent me spiraling into pleasure so intense I questioned whether I’d survive this night.
All thoughts vanished as he teased me with his tongue, grazing my clit with his fangs until I was nothing but a mindless thing, all of my focus zeroed in on what he was doing with his mouth. A puppet under his complete control. My cries for mercy only made him moan against me. The vibrations of his voice adding to my torture.
Raising my arms above my head, I shamelessly rode his mouth as much as he would allow, never wanting it to end, and at the same time willing to give him anything he wanted if he would just make me come.
Brogan slid a thick finger deep inside of me, and then two, twisting them around and curling them forward as he pressed against my swollen clit with a fang until the delicate skin popped and he began to drink.
Stars burst behind my eyelids as waves of ecstasy rolled through me, each one stronger than the last. My thighs trembled around Brogan's head as he drank from the most intimate part of me, prolonging my release until I thought I would go mad with wanting. I clutched at his hair, not sure if I was pulling him closer or pushing him away, my body caught in that exquisite place between too much and not enough. He flicked my clit with his tongue and my breath caught as my entire body heaved upward and then exploded into a million shattering pieces, the pleasure so intense I wasn't sure I'd ever be whole again.
But instead of releasing me as I expected, he pulled his fingers from me and replaced them with his tongue, tasting my release as I rode out the storm inside of me until I was nothing but a shuddering mess on the bed. Only then did he rise over me, his green eyes so bright they nearly glowed as he stared down at my face with an intensity I'd never experienced from another person.
"Next time, I want to watch you do that for me when I'm inside you."
A needy groan left me. Yes. Yes, I wanted that too.
The muscles in his jawline twitched with the strain of maintaining his self-restraint as he looked down between our bodies.
