I gasped as his fangs sank into my breast, piercing the flesh around my nipple. My hands clutched his back as fire raced from the bite.
I returned the favor seconds later, my eyes fluttering at the first sweet taste of his blood, my head dizzy as we fought for dominance, turning the bed into a tangled nest of blankets.
His skin slid against mine, hard and warm as one hand glided up the inside of my leg, blazing a trail of ice and fire that sank deep.
A husky laugh reached me as I writhed, unable to keep still as he teased and played.“I’ve been waiting to do this since the first time I saw you,a chuisle.”
“Then stop messing around, orI’ll find someone more willing to get things done,” I hissed, my fangs fully extended and my vampire nature engaged.
I regarded him with an obsessive possessiveness, one matched by the dark need in his eyes. It should have scared me, should have sent me running, but somehow it fed the deepest parts of me, ramping up my desire until I felt likeI’d do considerable violence if I didn’t get what I wanted right the fuck now.
His smile turned wicked as he read the need in me. It was all the warning I got before he pinned me in bed, his face hovering over mine.“Oh no,macushla.I’ve waited long enough. We’re doing this my way.”
His lips descended as his hands played along my side. Soon my moans filled the air as he left bites along my body, each one sending me higher and higher until I felt like I might spontaneously combust from the feelings running rampant in me.
I arched up, rubbing myself against him, my lips skating over his neck and collarbone as my fangs left another mark. The decadence of his blood made me wild.
His hands found my hips, his fingers tightening and then he was sinking home, filling me up as my neck arched and I lost myself in him.
His eyes shut and he murmured in his native language, words I didn’t understand even as I caught the meaning behind them.
Together, we ignited, each touch sending us higher as he moved within me. His pace quickened, every muscle in my body drawing tight in anticipation, pleasure biting deep. My climax swamped me, sending wave after wave of sensation quaking through me. Liam gave a guttural groan as he followed seconds later.
It was a long time later when we came back to ourselves. I was plastered against his side, he on his back, one hand drawing random patterns on my skin. Shivers skated down my back at each touch as my body rested, resplendent and replete, against his in the aftermath.
I didn’t know if it was because we were both vampires or if it was us, but the intensity of what we’d just experienced was almost scary. It made me want to do it again and again while at the same time I wanted to run fast and far, for fear of losing myself.
I sighed and rolled onto my back. Liam moved beside me, coming to hover over me, his weight supported on one elbow as his hand moved, caressing my side and playing with my hair.
His eyes were wondering, his focus intent, as if he was committing this moment to memory so he might never forget.
“Is it true my apartment was your first stop upon returning?” I asked, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.
What we’d just done felt momentous. At least for me. For him, who knew? Given his lifespan, he’d probably had lots of lovers. The perfect-looking Niamh being one of them.
I remembered his face the night he’d returned. Expectant and anticipatory, like a starved man seeing food for the first time. He’d hummed with energy, almost desperate, when we kissed.
He made a small sound and dropped a kiss on my collarbone.“Yes, thoughI’d hoped for a better welcome than the one I got.”
I snorted.“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you. Again.”
“A chuisle, you’re so violent.” His smile deepened. The look in his eyes grew wicked as he nipped my chin.“I find I like it.”
“That’s good. BecauseI’m not likely to change.”
He lifted his head, his expression turning serious.“Nor would I want you to. I am fascinated by your stubbornness.”
I gave him a flat look. Fascinated. Right. That’s why he sometimes looked like he wanted to murder me when I challenged him.
His smile turned playful.“It makes me want to break it down and turn it to better uses.”
That sounded more realistic.
“How is it that I awoke before you?” I asked. He was centuries older than me. He should have been awake hours before me.
“My day was more active than yours,” Liam said, his gaze steady on mine, his hands tightening just slightly.“And the sun isn’t quite down yet.”
I nodded. Now that he’d said something, I could feel the sun in my chest, its presence waning but still very much there. No wonder my waking had been so slow and disjointed, similar to the way a human would wake.
