“Yes, I think you are.” He swept a lock of hair from her face and drew her into a tight embrace, the beat of her strong, beautiful vampire heart thrumming against his own. “It’s all right, love,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hunger.
It burned through her like battery acid, making her ache and itch and writhe.
How had Dorian survived this? How hadanyof them survived?
Would it always be this way?
Charley couldn’t be still another second. She bolted upright in bed, shocked to find it was already dark.
Shocked to find her eyes needed almost no time to adjust.
“Breathe, love,” Dorian said, still stretched out beside her. He reached up to rub her back, and she instantly relaxed at his touch. “That’s it, Charlotte. Deep breaths. It will pass.”
“I feel so… buzzy. Like… like my veins are full of bees.”
He let out a soft laugh and sat up, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “You need to feed. We’ve got blood bags downstairs. I’ll—”
“Don’t youdareleave me like this.” She turned toward him, and in a move so fast it made her dizzy, she straddled him, pushing him hard onto his back. “Ineedyou, Dorian. Right fucking…here.”
She rolled her hips, desperate to feel the heat of his cock between her thighs.
Dorian dragged his thumb across her lips, grinning up at her in the darkness. “Good to see some thingshaven’tchanged, my insatiable little prowler.”
“I feel like I’m on fire,” she breathed. Every word vibrated through her mouth like a kiss, her nerve endings sizzling at his every touch.
“It’s an effect of the vampire blood. Newly sired vampires often feel extreme—”
She kissed him, smothering him, reaching down to fist his cock. He groaned and stiffened at her touch, sliding his hands up her back and hooking them around her shoulders.
Before she could guide him inside her wet, aching core, Dorian tightened his grip on her shoulders and blurred her out of bed, slamming her against the wall.
Fuck, yes.
Charley grinned.
And then she pushed back with everything she had.
In a blink, they were clear across the room, Charley pinning her man against the far wall, her blood surging with raw, undiluted power.
“Did I justblur?” she asked through a giddy laugh. “That was fucking amazing!”
“Ah, the first blissful taste of vampire strength,” Dorian teased, his eyes sparkling with light and love. He lowered his mouth to hers, stealing a breathless kiss, then whispered, “Devil help us, I’ve created a monster.”
She tested her strength again, pushing him back to the bed in another blur and collapsing on top of him.
“All that time,” she said, her hair falling into his face, “you were holding back.”
“If I’d shown you even afractionof my full strength, I would’ve broken you.”
“Iwantyou to break me.” Pinning his wrists to the bed, she hovered over his mouth and whispered darkly, “Fuck me, vampire king.”
A low growl rumbled up through his chest, and in another blur, he flipped them again, pinning her beneath his solid, muscular form. Without another word, he pushed his cock deep inside her, claiming her hot flesh in a single stroke that made Charley gasp.
She felteverything. Every inch. Every movement. Every red-hot pulse of blood running through his veins.
