He looks into my eyes, no fear, not a bit of concern. All I see is complete and total trust and desire.
I run my tongue along the side of his neck. I’m too starved to wait and make love. I nick his skin and lick the bead of lovely blood. We moan together as my elixir enters him and his sweetness sustains me. “I never wanted that child. The monster thought he was taunting me, but he was teaching me moreabout myself than all the years living as a vampire ever had. I spent seven years fearing what I am and thinking I was an abomination. I believed the lies Pierre told me. Harming anyone turns my stomach. You are the only person I want to bite. Yours is the only blood I need.” I swallow, making sure he understands. “I don’t know if I can ever resist you, Max.”
“Seeing you take mere drops of Ion’s blood was torture for me. I wanted to be the one to provide for you. Even the bags of blood from the hospital made me seethe with jealousy.” He cups the back of my head and pulls me to his neck. “I need you as much as you need me.”
I suck the spot where his blood runs fast and loud. “You’re sure this is what you want?” Asking is part of what makes me different from the vampire who made me. Asking and giving pleasure to this amazing Sasquatch who says he loves me.
“I’m absolutely sure, love.” His cock thickens between my legs.
I roll my hips and sink my teeth into his artery. A flood of sweet, warm blood flows into my mouth, taking my pain away instantly. The cells of my body feed off his richness, and pleasure swamps me as Max roars and slides his hand along my back.
He grips my ass and pulls me closer. Every nourishing drop of his blood warms places inside me that I thought might never be warm again. The pall of death washes away, and my muscles strengthen; my heart beats once, then again. Even my hair feels as if it’s coming back to life.
One more sip, and I seal the small punctures in his neck with a soft lick. Dressed in just a white shirt that must be one of his, my slit is exposed to the rough material beneath me. I roll my hips and ride the ridge behind his jeans, and I moan.
Pupils taking up all the brown of his eyes, he takes the bottom of the shirt in both hands and pulls it up.
I lift my arms, ready to be naked against him.
The hair of his beard tickles my flesh as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his warm mouth. He sucks and licks, then worries the tight bud between his teeth. With the renewal of his blood, pleasure flushes my skin with warmth, and every inch of me tingles with awareness. My clitoris pulses. Unable to resist, I reach between my legs and slide my fingers through my wetness, then arch my back to press my breasts hard against his mouth and the tingle of his fur.
His growl rumbles from deep in his chest and vibrates against me. As he nudges my hand away, he takes over between my thighs with his thick finger and callused skin, driving me to the brink.
“Max.” I ride his finger. “That’s so good.”
Releasing my nipple, he smiles. “I see you’re feeling better.”
It takes all my strength to stay still and look him in the eyes. “You say Ion gave me blood to keep me alive, and there was blood from the hospital as well?”
He nods, his stare locked with mine.
“Those may have preserved me, but it is your blood that gives me life. It is only you who makes me want to live, and it is definitely only you I want to feel come inside my body.” I tear open the fly of his jeans and am more than pleased to have the vampire strength to do it.
His cock pops free and stands thick, hard, and long. He roars, then cups my head to pull me down for a long, deep kiss. His tongue slides along mine, making love to my mouth.
My pussy gushes with more wetness. I need him to fill me, but I want to savor this for as long as possible. He presses the thick finger inside me while his thumb teases a circle around my clitoris.
Between his tongue and digits, my body tightens and explodes with pleasure. Breaking the kiss, I scream and ride outthe crest of my orgasm. “Fuck.” I press my forehead against his. Another shiver runs through me. “I’m feeling much better.”
His laugh sends a tingle along my flesh as he ever so slowly slips his finger out and then sucks my juices off. “You seem better, and you taste perfect.”
Chapter Ten
MAX
Feeling Tilda come around my finger and seeing her color come back as she drank my blood was the most erotic moment of my life. After observing her on the brink of death for so many days, her renewal feels as if it’s my own. I’ll never get enough of this woman.
Like the goddess she is, she smiles, still straddling my hips. “Then, my taste pleases you?”
“I may die on a feast of only you, Tilda.”
She lifts onto her knees, but before she can impale herself on me, I shimmy down the mattress, grab her ass in both hands, and pull her forward until that sweet pussy lands on my face. I taste her.
She rocks and gasps as I run my tongue over her clit.
“Max?” Her hips jerk back.
Holding her tighter, I slip one finger through her wetness from behind and then toy with her tight asshole.
