Christian snaked his arm around my leg and tilted his head before lifting my leg over his shoulder, and when his fangs drove into my groin, I felt an orgasm pulsing to the surface. He barely took a sip before lifting me off my feet and setting me back on the dresser.
I bit him, and wood snapped behind me. Christian gripped the back of the dresser, grinding against my sex as his blood flowed across my tongue. The flavor of licorice and velvety wine called to me like an addiction. Visions of incredible sex filled my head. I could taste his fantasies, and his desires whispered to me like a dark secret.
The more I drank, the more I wanted.
“I can taste you,” I breathed, blood dripping down his neck. When I licked it up, Christian lifted me into his arms.
His passion wrecked me.
“Save some for tomorrow,” he said, his voice tightly caged.
I sealed his wound with a stroke of my tongue before we fell into a deep, simmering kiss. The whiskers on his neck prickled against my fingertips, and a strangled moan escaped from his lips as our tongues met.
I set my feet on the ground. “Take off your leathers.”
A crooked smile curved up his cheek as he slowly pulled off his pants. Beneath them, black boxer briefs. He kicked his leathers aside. “I’m yours to command.”
I slowly circled behind him and lifted his green sweater. He raised his arms, allowing me to strip it off. I rested my hands on his shoulders and kissed him between his shoulder blades.
“I love the way you feel,” I said, my arms encircling his chest. Our skin made contact through the opening in my gown.
I pressed my cheek against his back, blindly exploring his abs with my fingertips.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” His sensual words moved across my body like silk.
I dipped my fingers inside his shorts, and a feverish pleasure licked through me. “I think I can guess, Mr. Poe. Do you want an audience? We could turn on the light and let the apartment across the street watch.”
Christian faced me and caressed my cheeks. “You beguile me, Raven Black. No matter what I do, I can’t get you out of my head.” He swept my hair back and gently kissed my shoulder. “I’ve spent a thousand lifetimes searching for you.”
“Do it,” I whispered.
I trembled with anticipation when his fangs grazed my skin with each feathery kiss. He savored me as if I might disappear. Dizzy with need, I clutched his chest, my nails biting into his skin.
“Your blood is ambrosia,” he whispered in my ear.
“Thendrink.”
His strong hands skimmed down my back until they cupped my ass. Christian pulled me against him. “You need your strength for tomorrow. I won’t take any more than I have… even though I’m aching for it.”
And he was. I could feel his ache.
I fell to my knees, tugged down his shorts, and took him into my mouth.
“Ahh, Precious,” he said in an anguished moan.
I stroked his shaft while working my mouth around the head. Since he wouldn’t take my blood, this was the only pleasure I could return.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
I wanted him to strip off my gown and take me right on the dresser. I imagined it. Him laving my nipples as he rips off my panties and spreads my legs. Him watching me with hooded eyes as I lean against the wall and he enters me. The erotic sight of his fangs. The friction between our bodies as the dresser shakes beneath us. Dirty fantasies whispered in my ear. His ravenous tongue, my nails scoring his back, the beads of sweat on our bodies. The sound he makes right before he comes. My cries as I beg for more.
I drowned in my fantasies.
Christian was diamond hard, his breath quickening as he cradled my head and directed my rhythm.
“Ohh, Raven. You don’t have to be gentle with me.”
I quickly stood and shoved him onto the bed.
