“Really?” I drawled, still stroking him. “What did you have in mind?”
Tucker’s hands settled on my waist. He tugged on the edges of my panties, and I moved away from the door so that he could drop to his knees and slide them down my legs. I stepped out of the panties and kicked them aside. Still on his knees, Tucker grinned, leaned forward, and put his mouth on me.
He fell into the same rhythm he’d lavished on my breasts, gentle tweaks and long, hard sucks that made one wave of pleasure after another crash over me. I fell back against the door, squirming, trembling, and moaning even louder than before, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more—more ofhim.
So I grabbed his shoulders and tugged him back up my body. He came willingly, and this time, I went to work on his pants, sliding them down, along with his black boxers. I stroked him again, and he trembled against me the same way I had trembled against him.
Tucker backed me up against the door again and caught my mouth in another deep, hungry kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair, finally mussing the silky locks the way I had wanted to for weeks now. Tucker rained kisses down my neck, stopping to tease my throat with his teeth.
“Bite me,” I rasped.
His lips froze on my neck, and he slowly drew back and looked at me.
“In the shipping container, you told me how good that could be, if both parties are willing,” I said, answering the silent question in his eyes. “So bite me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes. Bite me.” I paused. “Please.”
His eyes glowed like black stars, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “Well, since you said please…”
His lips drew back, revealing his fangs again, and he leaned forward, his gaze focused on my neck. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and my breath hitched in anticipation.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but his fangs slid into my skin with the faintest, smallest sting of pain. A shudder rippled through him, and that hum in my own body grew a little louder. Tucker drew in a long, slow, deep breath, then sucked on my neck, using his lips on my skin and his fangs deeper inside me.
That small sting of pain vanished, replaced by a pulse of pure desire that rocketed through my entire body. Tucker sucked on my neck again. It was a small, soft, gentle motion, as though he was taking a sip of a fine wine and wanted to savor every single drop, but I felt the sensation all the way down into my bones. A sharp, pounding ache erupted between my legs, and I squirmed around, trying to get even closer to him, trying to feel every last inch of him pressing into me the same way his fangs were.
“You taste like snow and steel,” Tucker murmured against my skin. “Delicious.”
“More. Now. Please.” I rasped out the words, my desire for him so intense that I didn’t want to waste time trying to form a coherent sentence.
Tucker drew back, plucked the condom off the counter, and covered himself with it. Then he grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I locked my legs around his waist. He stared at me, another silent question in his eyes. I nodded, and he moved forward, pressing my back against the door.
We kissed, our tongues dancing and dueling together. Then Tucker’s lips slid down my neck, and his fangs sank into my skin again. Another small sting shot through me, but this one was far more pleasure than pain, and I shuddered at the sensation.
Tucker drew in another breath, as though steadying himself, then sucked on my neck and thrust deep inside me at the same time. I gasped at how good it felt.
“More. Now. Please.” Once again, I didn’t bother with a complete sentence.
Tucker surged forward again and again and again, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to every drop of blood he pulled out of my neck. I dug my hands into his back, yanking him closer and urging him on at the same time.
Stings of pain, spikes of pleasure. It was all one and the same, with our hearts beating as hard and fast as our bodies were rocking together.
It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be and more—so muchmore.
Tucker thrust into me again and groaned, finding his release. As his body bucked against mine, he took a long, slow drag on my neck, and an orgasm ripped through me as well. Fire exploded in my body, bringing with it a sweet, intense rush of feeling, like a thousand little heart stings hitting me all at once.
ChapterEleven
I wasn’tsure how much time passed before the amazing, intense high faded, and I slowly came back to myself.
Tucker removed his fangs from my neck. He kissed the spot where he had bitten me, then lifted his head. His black eyes blazed with the same warmth I felt in my own heart. He withdrew from my body, but instead of letting me down, he carried me into the other room and gently placed me on the bed. I collapsed back against the pillows, too satisfied and sated to do anything else right now.
Tucker went into the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and washed his hands. A few seconds later, he returned carrying a glass of water.
“Here. Drink this. You need to stay hydrated.”
I took the water and started sipping it. Tucker lay down next to me and drew a blanket up over our bodies. I finished the water and set the glass on the nightstand. Then I lay down next to him, resting my hand on his chest.
