Page 137 of Trapped By the Blood Ruby

“Yes,” I groaned.

“But first, you should feed from me just to be safe. It’s been too long since you last drank.” He rose onto his knees to straddle my hips as he hovered over me. “Here. Sit.”

I complied, watching as he bit into his wrist before turning it toward me. The moment the scent of his blood filled the air, my self control snapped. I pressed the gaping wound to my lips lest a single drop of blood go to waste. Hungry, I drank. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me in place. His fathomless gaze remained locked on mine.

I swallowed greedily as a low groan filled the air—his.

I didn’t close my eyes, enjoying the surprising look of pleasure that flitted over his face. We’d never fed like this, eyes locked while facing each other. His chest began to rise and fall with heavy breaths. “Do I taste good on your tongue, Lily?”

I mewled and managed a nod.

“Good girl,” he crooned, thumb stroking just behind my ear. The pressure of it made me moan.

The bite closed all too soon. I continued fussing with his skin, licking it clean, then sucking and nipping. His laugh was a grumble that zipped straight to my core. “Enough,” he scolded, pulling his hand free and twisting it into my hair, tilting my head back where he wanted it.

We stared at each other as one second stretched into three, then his lips were on mine. The moment he tasted himself there, he let out an animalistic sound. My legs squeezed together.

I was pressed backwards into the bed. He began working his way down my body, biting my nipple through the fabric of my nightgown. Squeezing my other breast with his palm. He peeled my nightgown up to bare my hips, eyes flashing when they fixed on my core. His lips were soft and warm against my skin as he kissed a trail up my thigh to my pussy.

“How I love the sound of your racing heart. Did you know, it beats a unique tempo each time I touch you…just here.” His lips pressed against my clit over the fabric of my panties. I let out a tiny cry. “Yes, there, listen.” He lifted his head, tilting it to enjoy a melody only he could hear, a melody only I could feel. The steady drumming reverberated deep in my chest, traveling straight down where it pulsed between my legs.

Laurent’s lips tilted into a curved, mischievous smile. I couldn’t look away from his beautiful face. But I felt his finger as it hooked into the seam of my panties. I squirmed, desperate.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Good.”

In the time it took me to blink, he’d yanked my panties down my legs, tossing them away. Then he positioned himself between my thighs, bracing my legs over his shoulders as he set about me with his mouth. My hips bucked the second his tongue traced a hot path from my entrance to my clit. He swirled it over my sensitive bundle of nerves before exploring more of me, licking and sucking. He took me in broad strokes, each ending to circle my clit before beginning again.

“Oh, fuck,” I managed, head thrown back. He offered an appreciative growl and continued. My hips took on a mind of their own, rocking to press his mouth more firmly against me. Then he nipped at my clit and I surged upward. He tsked, placing a hand firmly against my abdomen, pressing me back into the mattress.

He continued his onslaught, making tingles shoot up my spine. Already, I was tightening. Then he added a finger, dragging it along the inside of my channel. When he added a second, the stretch made me cry out.

“Laurie, please,” I begged.

He huffed, adding a third, sliding in and out while he sucked and tongued my clit. His exploration drove me over the top. I stiffened, then shattered, crying out. His motions slowed until I went limp.

He rose, shedding his T-shirt and briefs. I gazed appreciatively at him in my post-orgasm haze, eyes snagging on the perfect length of his cock. He had dark hair closely groomed around the base of his shaft, but otherwise the rest of him was all smooth skin and hardened muscle. My core clenched.

His thick hair was a mess, mouth glistening. “I do love the taste of your come on my lips.”

I flushed red-hot.

“Nothing to be embarrassed over. Here, taste.” His body loomed over mine. He settled right where I wanted him—needed him. Then he kissed me and I moaned. I could taste myself on his lips, smell the faint hint of my arousal.

“See?” he urged, pulling back to look at me. “Perfection.”

His gaze was nothing like it had once been, cold and impassive. No, it was frenzied, his eyes so dark there was very little left of the silver surrounding his pupils. The way the tendons in his neck strained spoke of the barely leashed control.

He settled more firmly over me. I loved the delicious weight of him. I should have felt panicked, but the press of him, the way he immobilized me, only made me feel safer.

The slide of his cock against my wetness was divine. I tilted my hips to feel more of him, shamelessly grinding against him. He kept the majority of his weight on one elbow, running a hand down my body before wrapping it around my right thigh. He tilted me up, grinding against me harder, pressing right against my clit.

I gasped.

The tip of his lips curved, pleased.