His lips dropped to my shoulder, and I felt the sharp tips of his fangs again. My cock throbbed, begging to be touched, dripping all over the surface in front of me. I dug my fingers into the countertop to fight the need to touch myself. Then, with a sigh, James started to move, pulling back before snapping his hips forward and slamming into me. The room fell into a haze of cries and moans as he setthe pace, settling into a rhythm that matched the thrumming of my heart. Every few thrusts, his cockhead grazed the spot that made my eyes roll back in my head. I widened my stance and pushed back against him, craving more of that indescribable pleasure.
My head and body were at war.Inever wanted it to end. My dick, on the other hand, had other ideas. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, James’s rhythm grew inconsistent. The next time his hips met mine, I reached back to hold him in place.
“Please…” I begged.
My begging finally sent him over the edge, his pace increasing to an inhuman speed before his cock pulsed, spilling inside me. My ass spasmed around his bare length, milking the orgasm out of him, reveling at every twitch I felt. His hand flattened on my belly again, holding me close as he rode out each wave. I brought a hand up to rest against his, our fingers twisting together over the soft skin of my stomach.
My legs were weak and my breath came in short, quick bursts. I was wound tight and ready to burst. I tried to draw a deep enough breath to get words out, but before I could, James pulled out of me and guided me backward, lowering me onto a barstool he’d claimed from the breakfast bar.
Where I’d been reduced to a pathetic, panting mess, James looked completely put together. He wasn’t fighting to catch his breath, or sweating. Aside from the vibrant hue washing across his irises, you’d have never known he’d just had mind-blowing sex against my kitchen counter.
He lowered himself to his knees in front of me. His right hand went to my waist, thumb brushing over my birthmark while his left threw my leg over his shoulder. I wanted to watch him, but as he licked a path up my quivering shaft, my eyes shut of their own accord.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I reached down, combing my fingers through hishair. They tightened into a fist as he teased the tip of my dick. Wanting more, I guided his head down the length of it, feeding my erection into his mouth.
I knew I was doomed from the first suck. As he took me to the hilt and I hit the back of his throat, I felt a tiny prick of his fangs at the base of my cock, and that was it. My hips bucked off the stool, and I wobbled as I struggled to keep my balance. My orgasm ripped through me. It caught even James by surprise, if the choking, coughing sounds he made were any indication. He still managed to swallow me without missing a single drop. Once he’d drained every ounce out of me, he sat back on his heels and used his thumb to wipe off his mouth. I braced myself on the stool with a hand between my legs. My other arm found purchase on his shoulder as I swayed in my seat.
“Maybe we should get you to bed,” he teased.
My head spun. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm in my life. My pulse was racing, my breath ragged, and my legs couldn’t seem to remember how to move. “I don’t think I can walk.”
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself. That usually doesn’t set in until the morning after.” At my sad attempt at a glare, James grabbed my hand and kissed my fingertips. “Leave that part to me.”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Stay. Even when I fall asleep.” I looked at the floor, feeling uncharacteristically bashful. “The morning after is my favorite part.”
James broke into a smile. “Deal.”
Chapter 19
I don’t remember gettinginto bed. I don’t even remember leaving the kitchen. The next thing Ididremember was the sunlight as it streamed through the window. James’s lips across my jaw coaxed me awake. Wanting more of the feeling, I tucked myself into his chest. He propped himself up on an elbow next to me, pulling the blanket tighter around us, our legs twisting together.
This was why I loved the morning after. I was comfortable. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d slept so soundly or felt so satisfied—even counting my numerous conquests in Vegas.
James’s arm came to rest over my waist, and he rubbed soothing circles across my back. He kissed the top of my head, flattening my hair into my face. The strands tickled.
“Morning, sunshine,” he mumbled.
“Mm. Five more minutes?” I pleaded. I promptly ignored my own request, tipping my head back in search of his lips. The kiss was soft, sweet. No tongues prodded for entry, but his arm tightened around my midriff, and I pulled back with a grunt.
James looked at me with concern. “You okay?”
I glanced at the bathroom door behind me. “I need a minute.”
“You humans and your pesky bladders,” he said fondly. When I hesitated, he nudged me toward the edge of the bed. “Go on. I’m not going anywhere.”
James was true to his word, still lying in bed after I’d used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. He wore his chain again, and the sunlight reflected off the metal.
“Does the light bother you?” I asked, indicating the window next to the bed.
“No.” He patted the empty space on the bed in front of him. “Come here.”
It wasn’t a request. Like I wanted to do anything else anyway. I took my place again, entwining my legs with his and turning my attention to his neck. My hand toyed with the chain that dangled between us as I sucked on the skin, feeling more powerful with each sound that came from him. Once I’d left a mark to my satisfaction, I lost myself in the way the sun bounced off each link in his chain.
