But her needs came first.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and tilted his head, giving her his neck. “Take what you need.”
Her tongue flashed as she caressed the tip of it over her fangs. “You’re sure?”
“Never been surer of anything.”
She approached him almost tentatively, so opposite from her usual assertive confidence. Elijah held himself still but couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat as she reached up to trail her fingertips down his shoulders and over his pecs and nipples. Then she surprised him by straddling him. It put her cleavage right in his face, and he couldn’t help but press his mouth to her soft, cool skin.
Elijah grunted, his palms coursing down her slender back as she settled firmly on him. His balls tightened as she undulated on him. “Echo … fuck.” He panted against her mouth. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe a little,” she whispered hoarsely. “Ready?”
He nodded, arching his neck again.
Her eyes bled silver, and he sensed her hunger like a throbbing wild thing between them.
Then her mouth was on his neck, tongue hot and wet, licking at a pulsing vein.
Her fangs scraped at his skin and there was a momentary sharp pain as they sank into him.
But only momentary.
At the pulling sensation of her sucking his blood, her tongue licking at the drops, Elijah groaned loudly. It was as if she was sucking on his cock instead, the sensation was so arousing.
His hands slid down her back, gripping her bottom as Echo’s hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding down on him until he was mindless with desire. “Yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned, his hands slipping down under her jeans to grip her bare arse.
Suddenly, Echo yanked her head up, his blood dripping down her chin. Her features tightened and then released as she cried out, her lower body shaking and trembling with her obvious orgasm.
Elijah was about to come in his fucking jeans.
Echo’s eyes flew open, shock glittering in them. They were jade again. “Wow.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, searching his face like she’d never seen him before. “That was … I’ve never … wow.”
Understanding dawned and with it, smug possessiveness. “You’ve never come before when drinking from someone?”
She shook her head, still panting. “Never.” Her gaze dropped to the wound on his neck. “And I stopped myself.”
“Excellent control, love.” He squeezed her arse.
Echo smirked and reached out to lick the wound.
He felt it closing over. “That’s a neat trick.”
She lifted her head to whisper against his lips. “You taste as amazing as you smell.”
“Oh really?” He flipped her, pinning her to the bed. “I have a feeling you taste just as delicious. Lie still, love. I’m hungry too.”
Within seconds he had her naked and sprawled across the bedspread.
Elijah devoured the sight of her as he stripped. His cock had never looked more painful or needy and he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking as his eyes feasted on this extraordinary woman.
Her nipples puckered into tight little buds at the sight of him pleasuring himself.
The urge to thrust into her, to fuck her until they both saw stars, was strong. But the need to be the greatest lover Echo Payne had ever had ruled him.
