But suddenly, it wasn’t enough. She needed more than just the graze of teeth against her nipple, more than the hot slide of him, more than his soft moans.
With a dark rush of desire, she knew exactly what she wanted next.
His bite. Hisrealbite.
It was a dangerous pleasure, but one she knew they both enjoyed. Knew they both—after all the arguments and lies and near misses and hurts and fears—needed.
She waited until Dorian released her aching nipple, then pressed her wrist to his mouth.
“Bite,” she demanded.
He kissed her soft skin, but then pulled back, glancing up at her with wide eyes, a dangerous current running just behind his desire. “Charlotte, that’s not… a good idea.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Redthorne, butI’min charge tonight. Was that unclear?”
Heat flared in his eyes, but still, he shook his head.
“Are you refusing my command?” she asked.
“I’m protecting you from making a terrible mistake.”
“I want this,” she said softly. Sincerely. She pressed a kiss to his neck, slowly working her way to his ear, rolling her hips to take him in deeper. Then, in a dark whisper, she said, “Let me give this to you, Dorian. Please.”
“But last time—”
“—is notthistime.”
She pressed her wrist to his mouth once more, and his eyes filled with new lust, another moan escaping his lips. He licked her skin, then sucked, and she pressed harder, urging him, begging him for that delicious bite as she rode his cock and felt the first waves of her orgasm building.
And then—finally, brutally, deliciously—he bit.
It was like nothing she remembered.
Without the adrenaline that’d come from the penthouse attack, without the fear of losing him, the pain was infinitely sharper, shooting up her arm and across her chest, straight into her heart.
But then, Dorian began to suck.
He held her gaze, and as the first twinges of red leaked into his golden irises, the pain of the bite faded, chased by a pleasure so intense, it bordered on rapture. It filled her completely, heating her from head to toe, her blood buzzing through her veins, her skin tingling with warmth.
Holy. Fuck.
She was so close. It felt like her whole body was about to come undone, every nerve ending sizzling, tingling, building to the same inevitable end.
She wanted to feel it with him. Every beautiful, dangerous moment.
Charley leaned forward and nibbled his earlobe, then ran her tongue along the edge, whispering the words she could no longer hold back. “Come for me, vampire king. Make mefeelit.”
He groaned against her wrist, his dark red eyes devouring her, unwilling to look away. He sucked her harder and arched his hips, slamming into her, meeting her every wild thrust.
She felt his abs tighten, and then he tore his mouth from her wrist and let out a guttural cry that rattled through her chest.
“Fuck! Charlotte!” He came hot and hard, his body shuddering beneath her, pushing her to the edge of that dangerous cliff… and then right fucking over it.
“Dorian!” she cried out, and the orgasm exploded inside her, her pussy clenching as the erotic thrill of the bite combined with wave after wave of white-hot bliss. Blood ran warm down her arm, and her vampire licked a hot path from her elbow to her wrist, his lips as red as his eyes. Together they rode out the aftershocks, zooming along the highway like they were leaving the rest of the world behind.
When they finally came back to earth, she took his face between her hands and pressed a soft kiss to his blood-stained mouth, warm and salty and familiar.
It was hers. It was home.
