Page 125 of Trapped By the Blood Ruby

He stilled, taking in the expression parting her lips. Her attention was everything. He’d never get enough of it.

“I don’t think…”

The sight of her throat bobbing, her chest heaving, breasts straining against the lace of her bra made him take a step forward. He needed them free, needed her nipples in his mouth. “Don’t think what?” he managed.

“Will you fit? In me, I mean?” Her cheeks immediately flushed. He felt the surge of her blood calling to him. He ignored it, instead fantasizing over the warm heat his body craved. His eyes dipped to the apex of her thighs, squeezed tight.

“I’ll fit,” he said, bearing down on her.

He scooped her up and positioned her on his lap, straddling him on the edge of the bed. Day after day of endless fantasies had led to this moment—he wanted her first like this, riding his cock, in control.

He captured her lips, cupping the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. He moved to the side of her mouth, to her jaw, nipping at the lobe of her ear. She sighed, hips grinding against him. The feel of her wet heat rubbing along the length of his cock was bliss.

His own voice betrayed him with a needy sound—one he wasn’t sure he’d ever made, not even for blood. He latched on to her throat, but didn’t break the skin. Not this time. Not their first time. He wanted her to know what this was. That he wanted her flesh just as much as her blood, that her body and soul were just as important to him.

Because somewhere along the way, things had changed.

“Bite me,” she breathed, as if sensing his struggle.

“No.” His words were rough. “Not yet. Later.”

Her mewing protest had his balls tightening. He snapped the clasp on her back, freeing her breasts, leaning in to take a nipple in his mouth. His hand worked the other, pinching and tugging, listening to her respond. He tested her limits, applying pressure until she cried out. He grew bolder, nipping, inflicting little bites that didn’t break the skin. He searched for her threshold, waiting for her to command him, to tell him to stop. The command never came. That only worked him into a frenzy.

He groaned, his frustration overcoming all else. He lifted her hips, placing the head of his cock at her entrance. Then he slid her down onto him. Every nerve ending in his body zeroed in on the place of their contact. The liquid heat wrapping around him as he sheathed himself. Their voices mingled. Her wetness pulled him in, until he was buried. They both fell still.

“Oh, Laurie.”

His breath was a shaky exhale. He stared at her, their eyes locked. Time seemed to stop, like it was lost and had forgotten where to go. Or maybe that was just him. He flexed his fingers, gripping her hips, then began to rock her against him.

They breathed together, his chest rising and falling as quickly as hers. Sometimes her eyes darted over him, like she couldn’t believe this was happening. He felt the same.

“How are you so fucking tight?” he groaned.

“Laurie,” she whispered. Just his name. So much spoken in that single word.

He released her and said, “You’re going to ride me, sweetheart. You’re going to fuck me at your own pace, understand?” Confusion crept into her gaze. “What’s the matter?”

“You… You really want to do it like this?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He frowned.

“I just thought…”

His stomach dropped. “What did you see?”

“I just… I just know you don’t like to do it facing…facing whoever you’re doing it with.” A flush climbed her throat, as if it embarrassed her to voice this.

“Fuck!” He scrubbed a hand over his face. Realization filled him, followed immediately by revulsion—not at her knowledge, but at himself. At the memories she now carried of his emotional detachment. “Whatever you saw, that’s not us. Understand? I want to see your face, Lily. Every minute of it. I want your attention on me. I want you watching me when you see how your cunt wrecks me. And I want to look into your eyes when you come knowing it’s me making you feel good.”

Her lips parted.

“Now. Ride me.”

She nodded, still wrapped up in her surprise, then gripped his shoulders and rocked her hips. Sensation shot straight up his spine. His hands circled her waist, thumbs stroking her skin, relishing in the feel of her moving over him, the shift of her body riding him. The way her cunt gripped him. “Yes,” he praised. “Yes.”

Her pulse came faster, the smell of her arousal drenching the sweet scent of her. He groaned, his gaze locked on her face. Her eyes were wide and focused, lips parted with pleasure.

She glanced down and he followed her gaze. The sight was enough to destroy him. “How perfect you look when I’m inside you,” he breathed. “I was always meant to be here, right here.” He pressed his fingers to her clit, circling the tight bundle of nerves until she cried out, her head lolling back.