Fucking everywhere.
“This is better than any fantasy.” I caught her wrist, and that was when I noticed the bruises. Fingerprints, coveringevery inch of her. Purple and blue, some of them so dark, they had to hurt.
The need to ravish her like a fucking savage died away. No, my wife deserved gentle. She deserved to be worshipped like a fucking queen.And worship her I would.
“Better than anything I could ever imagine. And I’ve imagined a lot of fucking things, Emberline.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “And now that I’m back, I intend to treat you like the queen you are.”
She swayed toward me, fangs down, the scent of arousal thick between us as I claimed her sweet mouth, tremors of pleasure running through her body with every stroke of my tongue against hers, and when she moaned, I lapped that up, too. Because everything she was, I wanted.
Every sound, every fucking drop of her essence.
And in return, she would have all of me.
I broke the kiss, hand wrapped around her throat, thumb rubbing her bottom lip, brown eyes hazy with need, pupils blown wide, pulse racing beneath my fingers like a rabbit’s.
“Do you know what I was thinking about? In the bathtub, with my fingers between my legs?” Her raw and husky voice scraped down my spine like fingernails, and my cock throbbed, leaking from the end, the greedy bastard.
“No.”Yes.I couldn’t look away, hyperaware of the water pooled in the hollow of her throat, the way her vein beat a steady rhythm, of how much I wanted her and how I couldn’t live a day without her.
“Having your cock in my mouth. Tasting you. Watching you come completely undone for me.” Emberline dropped to her knees and reached up, tugging at the towel.
Like an idiot, I hung on tight.
“Let go, Dante.” Her gaze was raw, filled with so muchlonging, my fingers relaxed. “Let me give you this. I want to taste you.”
The towel slipped away, and Emberline leaned forward, took my cock in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the crown. Fire flooded through my veins like a storm, my low, broken curse scraping up my throat as she took me deeper.
Dangerous, some other voice whispered inside my head.So, so dangerous. But so delicious.
She teased and licked, her clever, clever mouth pure heaven, and when I groaned out her name, she surged forward, taking me all the way down her throat. My bad knee shook as I threaded my fingers through her wet hair, gently holding her in place as she sucked and teased. Pressure built at my spine. Her nails dug into my thighs as she withdrew, tonguing the slit before going down on me again.
She was so godsdamned beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, lust racing up and down my spine, my balls drawing up, stars dancing on my eyelids… I never wanted this to end.
But some depraved part of me demanded I come inside her.
“That's enough,” I rasped, panting, pushing her away before I emptied myself down her throat. “Come here.”
I caught her wrists and pulled her up against me. “My turn,” I purred, licking up her neck, alternating between gentle nibbles and the sharp nip of fangs, careful of every bruise and scrape. “I dreamed of tasting you again.” I buried my face into her hair and breathed deep, filling my lungs with her.
“Get on the bed,” I panted, nudging her toward the narrow mattress. “I need to put my mouth on your pussy.” I was losing control, lost in the white-hot burn of lust andneed and something more primal, something so purely vampire, I couldn’t put a name to it.
She was mine.Mine.
I had a dangerous, primal need to claim her, mark her, to cover her in my scent.
But… I paused, rubbing my thumb over the bruises, my throat closing up with that overwhelming need to protect her.
Emberline was mine to cherish. Mine to keep safe.Mine to keep forever.
Something purred, deep inside me, pleased and filled with wonder.
“Get on the bed, Emberline.” I nudged her into place, easing her back so I could look into her eyes, so the world was only the two of us, and nothing else mattered. “I’m going to make love to you, kiss every beautiful, gorgeous inch of your exquisite body until you can’t remember your name.”
“That’s…okay,” she breathed, looking slightly dazed.
I leaned down to kiss those swollen lips, tasting a hint of my salt on her tongue. Cupping her breast, I rolled the hard nipple between my fingers until she moaned into my mouth.
Yes, that’s a sound I could listen to for the rest of my life.
