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I didn’t know how it was going to work between us, or why, but there was no question; we were created for each other. Me, to bring him pleasure, and him to bring me sustenance.
He was cursing, his body trembling slightly. The pleasure was stupidly intense for me, and had to be even better for him since he was whole and healthy rather than eighteen months into starving to death.
I was trying to give him space, trying not to let my body react toallof the instincts coursing through me, but it was no use. My body wanted him, and I was so damn out of touch with myself that I was too weak to fight it.
One of my legs wrapped around his waist, and I used it to drag my core to his hip. He wasn’t touching me the way I wanted him to, but I didn’t need him to. I just needed the pressure ofsomethingagainst me.
I rocked my hips, stunning myself with the sheer pleasure that accompanied the movement while his blood was on my tongue, running down my throat.
He grabbed my core hard, like he couldn’t handlenotholding me any more. I cried out at the intense feel of it, and my fangs yet again cut even deeper into his arm. He was going to scar from this—but I didn’t care.
And he didn’t seem to either.
His fingers slid into my panties, and dragged lightly over my clit.
I didn’t want the light touches, though.
I wanted more.
I wanted it harder.
Rougher.
I didn’t realize I’d said that aloud until he dragged his thumb roughly around my clit, pressing hard.
It was exactly what I needed.
I rocked against him, my hips bucking roughly as I chased the pleasure. I was sick—I had been sick for so long. And his blood was healing me, but that would take time.
I—
A thick, warm finger slid inside me, and I was a goner.
I cried out again as I lost control, my body clenching around his finger. The scent of his pleasure only made my orgasm stronger and harder as he erupted with me.
As the pleasure faded, I realized my fangs had retracted completely. His blood was still leaking slowly into my mouth, but I wasn’t full—not anywhere near it.
He’d just distracted me, in the absolute best way.
Kai let out a slow breath, and I forced myself to stay calm.
Soon, this moment would end.
I was still too weak to get up and do anything, though.
And… I didn’t want it to end.
It was selfish, but it had been so long since I felt anything even slightly pleasant. So much pain. Misery. So many feelings of uselessness and hopelessness.
And then he just walked right in, fed me, and finger-banged me into feeling better than I had in over a year and a half.
He started to slowly slide his finger out of me.
Panic engulfed me.
I wasn’t ready—I needed more time.
My body reacted to that thought faster than it had in eighteen months, my hand reaching down to grab his wrist and yank him back into place.
