“I’m not done with you yet.”
My thoughts were so scattered, my orgasm still rippling through me so much so that I couldn’t form words as he flipped me onto my hands and knees. I hadn’t realized it, but the shadows had vanished. The bed dipped as he leaned into it, his knee pressing into the mattress behind me as his hands found their way to my hips. His chest slid along my back, his body slick with sweat.
“I like the look of you laid bare before me.” His words were warm against my ear, his arm snaking around my ribs until he took hold of my breast. My body buckled, and I moaned his name, my head falling forward against the bed. His length pressed against my ass, throbbing as badly as I was. I wanted him inside me, needed it so desperately, I thought I might lose my mind. I turned my head to glimpse him as he pulled my hair over my shoulder, pressing sweet kisses up my spine, torturously slow until he reached my neck. My body quivered and twitched with each brush of our skin, electric charges flitting over every inch of my body from the feeding, every sensation heightened.
“Why—” I gasped at the brush of his lips. “Do I get so sensitive every time?”
“Feeding has an... aphrodisiac effect,” Damien whispered, his breath hot as it spilled against my skin in heavy waves.
“That’s an interesting effe—” I moaned as his hand found its way around to the front of me, his finger grazing down my center.
He chuckled against my neck. “I love how wet you are for me.”
God, did this man know how to make me melt with his words.
He rose from my back, my chest heaving against the blankets. His finger trailed down my spine until he grasped my hip with one hand. I gasped as the head of him slid against my entrance. He glided his hard length in lazy strokes along my center, and then he sank into me so deep, I cried out his name.
“Fuck.” He pulled me up against him as he buried his face into my neck, biting down once again. He surged inside me, stroking me in ways I didn’t think possible, my body tightening around him. He drank deeply now, as if he were truly feeding, as if every other sip of my blood before this had just been a taste. My body came alive, that electric sensation overlapping with his deep thrusts. My head fell forward, every inch of my body hypersensitive, every brush of our skin sending chills dancing over me, and I thought I might shatter.
He didn’t stop, though, tasting every sensation, every feeling surging through me as he drove himself into me again and again and again. My muscles tightened and loosened all at once, my back bowing against him until it crested, and his name burst from my lips on a moan as another orgasm rolled in uncontrollable waves through me. He held me in place as he drank my orgasm down, riding the wave with me. I felt him spasm deep within me, felt his body go absolutely tense against my back as he came.
“Cas,” he moaned against my skin.
I melted against his chest as he took a few more deep pulls, and I sighed as I felt myself flow into him. He eased, releasing my neck before passing his tongue over the puncture wounds, my skin tingling as the wounds sealed.
His arms trembled as he lowered me to the bed. I melted into the blankets, shifting to my side as I tried to remember how to breathe. He settled down beside me, looking just as affected as I was. My breath came in short pants, my body twitching and shivering as his hand passed over my arm, my hip, my thigh.
His eyes had returned to normal, the predator slipping back beneath the surface. I reached up, running my fingers through the stray waves of his dark hair and tucking them behind his ear.
“Sorry, I—” He panted, his broad chest heaving. “I kind of lost control there.”
“No apologies,mea sol. I loved every minute of it.” I gave a drunken giggle. “The shadows were a nice touch.”
“They couldn’t resist the temptation,” he whispered back, pressing his forehead to mine. We just laid there for a moment, basking in each other’s presence. I inhaled his scent, felt his warmth as he held me in his arms.
I opened my eyes, gazing at the other half of my soul staring back at me. “I have to ask.”
He tilted his head, curiosity lighting up those beautiful eyes. “Ask away.”
I bit back the grin forming on my face. “Can you feel things with your fangs? I couldn’t help but notice a certain… reaction earlier.”
He chuckled softly. “Our fangs are sensitive, yes.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Howsensitive?”
That wicked grin returned, and for a moment, I couldn’t believe it, but I could feel him hardening against my thigh as he lifted himself onto his elbow to lean over me. “You could say it’s—” His tongue slid over the shell of my ear, his breath tickling my skin.“This sensitive.”
I shivered, and his hand slid under my neck, fingers tangling in my brown curls as he lifted my head.
“Or maybe…” He lowered further, his dark hair spilling over me. Chills broke out over me as he nuzzled against my neck, the stubble along his jaw scratched deliciously against my skin. My breath hitched as that throbbing heat returned.
His voice descended into a near rasp. “This sensitive.”
“Mea sol,” I breathed, chuckling softly to try to hide how affected I was. I couldn’t understand how I could want him again so soon.
He lifted himself, his gaze sweeping over me once more. That hunger returned to those amber and ashen eyes of his. His hands dragged over my waist, further, until he reached the back of my knee and hooked it over his hip.
I moaned as he slid inside me once more.
