Page 112 of Trapped By the Blood Ruby

She panted in his arms.

“One more thing,” he said, his lips nearly brushing over hers as he spoke. She blinked, as if shaking herself free of his spell. “You have the power to control me. No one has ever had that kind of power over me. If I do something you do not like—touch you in a way you are not comfortable with, behave in a way that makes you uneasy, overstep in any way—you will tell me to stop. Understand? Make sure I feel it.” This was important—more important than anything else. He needed her to understand the power she held over him. When she nodded, he said, “I want verbal acknowledgement.”

“Right. Yes. Yes… I understand.”

“Good. Because I’m going to kiss you now. Then I’m going to bite you. I’ll even make you come. So don’t forget this conversation.”

“Oh.”

He took in her dazed expression, the way her hands grasped his shoulders, the slight rock of her hips—did she realize she was grinding against his cock?—and the fluttering pulse at her neck. He tightened his fingers in her hair and crushed their mouths together.

She tasted exactly as he’d hoped. Salty with ocean water, warm, forbidden. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath his, yielding in a way that sent heat racing through his veins. He groaned, lashing out with his tongue, running it along the seam of her lips, forcing entry. When she opened, he claimed her completely, exploring her mouth, moving her head exactly where he needed it. She whimpered and tightened her knees around him, grinding against him.

His chest rose and fell—uncontrolled breathing. The scent of her arousal intensified, wrapping around them, intoxicating him. He tried to kiss her longer, relishing in the feel of her tongue as it stroked his. Claws of desire scraped down his spine, driving him mad with want.

Then his instincts took over. His gums began to ache until his canines elongated. Lily gasped, pricking her tongue on one. The taste of her blood filled his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her tongue and sucked, then groaned. “You are fucking divine.”

A breathy sigh was her only response.

He began nipping along her jaw.

“Laurie,” she whispered. “That feels…”

“Good, yes?”

“Mmm.”

A pleased smile tugged at his lips. He tightened his forearm around her waist. Fuck, he wanted to slip his fingers beneath her bathing suit, see how wet she was for him. Feel her cunt swallow his fingers. Feel her warmth wrapped around him.

His teeth found her pulse. There were so many other places he might bite her, enjoy her. Those would have to wait.

He struck. He was gentle, so gentle, as he broke the skin before sinking in deep. Her little gasp made his cock swell painfully. He found himself rocking against her, just to take the edge off.

That she could make him this hard with a single sound…

His awareness slipped away as her memories rushed into his mind. He let them pass freely, tempted to enter her thoughts the way he wanted, to discover everything about her. To learn her inside and out. But it would be a betrayal. For anyone else, he wouldn’t have cared about such an invasion. For her, it was the one line he wouldn’t cross without permission.

He lost himself to his bloodlust.

The taste of her, so utterly incomprehensible. She was limp in his arms from the power of his bite, turning her into helpless prey. Yes, he liked her helpless for him. Liked the thought of her surrender. Such a vexing creature, entirely at his mercy. And yet she trusted him. The knowledge humbled him even as it inflamed him.

He ground his cock against her heat, flooding her with pleasure. She let out a cry. In her paralysis, she couldn’t move, but she could still speak. She could stop him if she really wanted.

She didn’t.

He feasted, pulling in drag after drag, enjoying the sounds of her pleasure. Such sweet sounds. Was it what she’d sound like when he feasted between her thighs? When he drove his cock into her? When he let her ride his face?

Fuck.

Her body tightened in his arms. She was close—so close. He sent another surge of pleasure through her. She combusted, crying out a jumbled version of his name. The orgasm turned her blood sweeter, richer. He took several more gulps, careful not to be overly greedy. He tasted his own blood there, too. It was the only thing that kept him sane enough to pull away.

He licked the wound closed. She remained utterly limp. He was nearly immobile too, as the flood of her blood, her power, swept through him. He wanted to open his mouth and roar at the delicious ecstasy of it.

Their breaths were harsh and mingled, drowned out by the sound of the waves.

He found her mouth again, kissing her back to awareness. A sharp yip interrupted them. He whipped his head toward the beach, then relaxed. Cinnamon had woken up but their cove was still deserted. The puppy’s timing was impeccable, as always.

He waded back into the shallows, Lily clinging to him like a spider monkey. He liked the way she wrapped herself around him. He laid her down upon their blanket, then began kissing her, grinding against her.