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“I’ve waited so long to do this,” I murmured, fingers thrumming across her heated cheeks. “I want to do it right.”
“So do it.” Her tongue reached out to lave the edge of my palm. “Make me yours.”
She parted her lips and took my thumb into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she suckled, getting it nice and wet. My entire body reacted to her heat. Dizzying zips of desire spread from my gut and all I could think about was sinking my fangs and fingers into her.
Oh, she was good. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.
Gods, I loved her.
Her impatience was infectious. Before I could slip her dress off, she slid her thigh between my legs, pressing into my core. My eyes closed on a surprised gasp of pleasure—I really hadn’t been expecting that. But I wouldn’t let it derail me.
I pushed her dress farther up her body and over her head. She fell back down onto the linen sheets, a goddess of wild hair, glowing skin and jiggling breasts.
The tiny white panties she wore provided little in the way of coverage.
I felt such a violent urge to please her that I had to take a minute to calm my body.
She was eager, her fingers stroking across my skin, unbuttoning and grasping, drawing little sounds from me. But I couldn’t have that. She was distracting me and I wanted to focus on her and her pleasure alone.
Without warning, I flipped her around onto her stomach and pressed my weight onto her back, holding her down. She made a noise of protest that was muffled by the mattress.
I felt the spark of desire that ran through my core and I knew it was from her. In spite of her impatience, she liked being pinned under me, waiting for my next move.
She wiggled a little and I pressed her farther into the mattress, a move that sent delicious shivers through us both for different reasons.
Tracing the outline of her spine with the back of my finger, I felt the resulting goose bumps warming my stomach. I wanted her to take a breath, take a moment to feel, needing to feel her heartbeat slow to a languid pace.
Most of all, I wanted a moment to feel like a decade, so she’d feel my fangs in her always.
I repeated the action with the blunt tip of my nails and her breath caught, hitching sweetly in her throat. I let it wash over me as I leaned down to press a kiss to one naked shoulder, letting my fangs graze her skin.
“Just feel, ’mara. Let me take care of you.”
Her mental voice was almost drowsy.
Okay.
My lips pressed kisses to the length of her shoulder as one hand undid the buttons on my shirt, pulling the edges out of my trousers. I tugged the shirt over my head and my undershirt quickly followed.
My braid unraveled and I let the blond strands fall on Twyla’s back as I leaned close, but not close enough. I felt her breath catch, her mental voice silent as I hovered, denying her the press of our skin together.
I thoroughly enjoyed her like this, on edge and waiting. I had to fight the urge to rush, to press her against me and pleasure her quickly. Instead, I nibbled on her earlobe and felt her quiver prettily.
I explored her body at my own pace, fingers and lips going over curves like they were forging a new path instead of a familiar course I’d memorized the first night we’d made love. Each breath, each hiss of pleasure thrummed through my body, heightening my yearning for us to be one.
She was awash with sensations—I felt each one of them distinctly as she drifted in a sea of desire.
When I dragged my tongue across her neck, her core tightened and a wave of emptiness washed over me.
I pulled her upright, one hand anchoring her waist and the other seeking lower. I drew my bottom lip against the sharp length of one of my fangs, slicing an even line down one side. I felt a droplet of blood swell against my lip, quiver and break, running down my chin.
Twyla turned in my arms, lips seeking, suckling at the open wound. I felt her draw my blood into her mouth, heard her throat working to swallow. Heard the little sounds of pleasure she made as she drank from me.
My fingers brushed her core and she released my lips with a gasp. Her eyes were closed, as though she were savoring the taste of my blood on her tongue and the feel of my fingers teasing her.
She tilted her neck to the side and I instinctively buried my lips against the expanse of skin, breathing hard to resist the urge to sink my—
Now, please, please, please.
