Page 5 of Bonded Through Bite

“I’ll make you come. That was the deal, darling. I give, and you take everything like a good girl.”

I whimper but slump back, and immediately his fingers are there again, even if they move slower than before. He shifts his movement a tiniest bit and hits a spot that has my vision going hazy.

“There,” he says, satisfied, and starts pumping faster.

Each time his fingers find that spot, I moan and my body trembles, but his gaze doesn’t let me go. He drinks in every reaction, every sound I make, every shudder. There is the barest hint of friction over my clit and I clench around his fingers. My body arches, and I scream as I come.

I’ve barely crested over when Rafael drops to his knees and growls, “Again,” against my pussy. His fingers never slow down when his mouth replaces his thumb.

“I can’t. I can’t,” I whine and thrash my head.

“You can and you will,” he promises and goes back to work. His tongue drives me higher with every swirl and when he gentles his touch to soft licks, I crash all over again. My body shudders in pleasure and I clamp my thighs around his head. Rafael brings me down with gentle touches, then he pulls his fingers out of me.

I crave them again immediately.

My breathing is heavy and it catches when I take a good look at his face. His fangs are out and his eyes have turned into the deepest brown, almost black. There’s an intense determination in him that I haven’t seen before, and it sends flutters deep in my core.

I make a move to hop down, but he’s there to catch me, and my legs wrap around his waist of their own accord. He should scare me, he really, really should. I know what he’s capable of. But he doesn’t. He never crossed any lines I drew in the sand.

Three years. Not once.

That’s more than I can say about any of the human guys I have been around.

“Are you hungry?” he asks as he carries me farther into the apartment. I’ve never been here and I’m a little curious, but too blissed out to pay proper attention.

“Are you offering?” According to my extensive research, in the books and journals Thea loaned me, vampire blood is a rarely offered delicacy.

“Food, Samantha. Do you need food?” he clarifies, but his eyes drop to the pulse pounding in my neck. I’m surprisingly disappointed that he doesn’t want to feed me. I have no right to be, but I am. Pushing away the feeling, I force a smile on my lips and keep my tone light.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“You’ve lost weight,” he says.

Having a happy family of tumors growing in your brain can do that to a girl. I keep the words in and go for the platitude.

“Well, thank you for noticing.”

He sees it as the trap it is. “You are toying with me.”

“Bedroom,” I reply, ignoring his remark, and he shakes his head.

“Shower. I can still smell them on you.”

“Possessive much?”

“You have no idea,” he replies and walks into the large bathroom. There are gray tiles on the floor and a shade of lighter gray tiles on the walls, all very neutral. The shower is huge and enclosed by a wall of glass and that’s where he carries me before setting me down.

“You often shower with your clothes on?” he asks.

“Do you?”

In reply, Rafael opens his belt and kicks off his pants, not caring how they crumple on the floor. His jacket gets the same treatment. I bend down and open the straps around my ankles, then step out of my shoes. The floor is warm under my feet and I smile. I do love a good underfloor heating.

He unbuttons his shirt and I almost drool. His body is gorgeous, all well-honed muscles and strength. Eager, I unclasp the halter and let my dress drop to the floor. Rafael doesn’t waste time divesting himself of boxers and stands gloriously naked in front of me.

A happy trail leads down to his cock and I drop to my knees and have him in my mouth before the plan fully formulates in my mind. I suck him in deep, greedy to have all of him.

Rafael’s cock is perfect, long and hard. I enjoy the shock displayed on his face as I peer up at him under my lashes. It’s a heady feeling of power that rushes through me and I keep my gaze locked on his as I tease him with my tongue and gently roll his balls in my other hand. From the corner of my eye, I see his hands curling into fists, but he holds back and lets me lead.