I flushed, the blood pounding under my skin almost painful.
I didn’t hesitate, wanting him to see me, wanting him to haveallof me. I pulled my sweater over my head.
His sharp intake of breath was the most satisfying sound I had ever heard, and any worry about him not liking my appearance disappeared in an instant. I could tell by his face that he was enraptured. Hypnotized.
“I swear, Fiella, you were carved by the Old Gods themselves. You are the most stunning creature I have ever seen. I could look at you every day, every hour, every minute for the rest of my life and never get used of the sight,” he murmured, his eyes feasting on my flesh, raking over every exposed inch of me. My nipples tightened in the cool air.
“You aren’t too bad to look at yourself,” I panted. “Have you ever considered having an artist paint you? Folk would pay good silvers to look at allthisevery day.”
He choked. “I’d consider it, but only for you. May I?” he asked, begging for permission to touch me.
I nodded desperately. “Please.”
His hands were back on my skin, exploring with no barriers. The delicious friction of his rough calluses made me shiver. His fingers grazed the underside of my breast.
I yanked his mouth back to mine, ravenous, our fangs grazing. He palmed my breast, squeezing gently. I groaned into his mouth.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured.
“I think I have some sort of idea.”
I grasped his waistband and pulled him with me, stepping toward the daybed. Sensing my intentions, he followed willingly, grabbing the back of my head with one hand while he lowered me onto the soft cushion, settling on top of me.
His mouth never left mine, his lips stroking, his tongue setting me aflame.
His hips settled between my spread thighs, our clothing doing little to disguise the hardness of his cock as it pressed into me. I shifted my hips, grinding against him. We both groaned at the friction.
“How about now? Will you bite me again, Redd? I want your fangs inside me, I want all of you inside me,” I begged, grinding myself against his cock again.
He sighed, pulling his mouth from mine and gliding his fangs to the crook of my neck. “I could never say no to you, my sweet vampire.”
I tipped my chin back, giving him as much space as possible, excitement thrumming in my veins.
“But not here.”
Before I could question what he meant, he pressed a quick kiss to the column of my throat before he lifted himself off of me, his mouth traveling to my collarbone, my breast. He scraped his fangs against my nipple, making me jerk before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, my body shocked by the sensation.
He continued his ministrations, moving onto my other breast until I was writhing beneath him, clutching his shoulders and begging for more friction. My hips churned uselessly beneath me.
“Patience,” he chided me, biting the underside of my breast hard enough to draw blood. He lapped up the drop of blood that welled from my skin. Pleasure hummed through me.More.
I tried to be patient, but my body was screaming for more.
He slowly eased down my torso, fangs grazing a path across my sensitive skin. My body was wound tight enough to snap, the tension a delicious agony.
When he reached my center, he grazed his fangs over my clothed pussy, eliciting a shiver from my spine and a whine from my throat.
He unlaced my trousers and eased them down my legs, leaving me only in my undergarments.
He settled between my thighs, a smug look on his face, like he intended to stay there forever.
My desire was soaked through the fabric of my undergarments, my pussy throbbing. I was certain he could hear my pulse thudding beneath my delicate skin.
His breath fanned over my heated flesh, and I tensed in anticipation.
He inhaled, licking his fangs, staring at the fabric still covering me.
