Harlan stretched out his tongue to give her a long, blissful lick, as if he wanted to savor the taste of her, before he sealed his lips over her clitoris.
TheTen Fun Facts About Your New Vampire Boyfriendarticle hadn’t been good for much, but a few lines stayed with her. She recalled reading somewhere that vampire tongues were slightly “scoop shaped”. It was an adaptation to help them quickly pull blood from the relatively small wounds created by fangs. She didn’t think twice about it when she saw the anecdote however many months ago, but now it was deliciously relevant to her interests.
It turned out Harlan could doimpossiblethings with his tongue.
Within moments, she was clutching his hair and rocking her hips in a desperate rhythm against his mouth, the pressure compounding.
“Harlan!”Zia arched and threw her head back when he gave her a particularly hard pull that flirted with pain. One leg made its way over his shoulder as she fought to draw him closer.
Her orgasm tumbled through her, end over end, like a swirling wave. She didn’t know up from down. His tongue flexed hard again and again, creating a rhythmic pulse that prolonged the pleasure. She felt him gently, with expert care for his claws and her delicate skin, slip two fingers just inside her. There was a small flare of pain as her muscles stretched suddenly, then another burst of white-hot pleasure when the pads of his fingers expertly massaged her inner wall.
Just when her orgasm was beginning to fade, he moved his tongue faster, forcing another peak, and pressed harder.
Zia made a wild, raw sound in the back of her throat. It ended on a breathless scream when he ripped his lips away from her, turned his head, and plunged his fangs into the soft flesh of her thigh.
At first there was no pain. The high of her orgasm blocked out whatever initial pinch there might have been, and his fangs were so damn sharp, they glided through her skin without the slightest resistance.
It took a second for a dull, burning ache to register, but almost as soon as it did, a hot pulse of…somethingwiped it away.
Zia looked down just in time to see Harlan close his eyes in ecstasy, a low groan rumbling out of his throat. The muscle of her thigh went lax as his venom began to spread, loosening her for his gentle consumption.
Warmth — foreign, almost like the slight buzz of one too many drinks — suffused her. The lights took on a slightly foggy glow. Everything looked just a little bit gauzy as a new taste, almost as sweet as sugar but with a raw, earthy edge, bled through the thin membrane of her cheeks.
Read about that too,she thought, blissed out.You can taste a vampire’s venom when they bite you. Didn’t think it’d be so yummy though.
Slumping into her chair, Zia watched him from under eyes gone half-mast, her fingers slack in his hair and her breathing labored.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Harlan extracted his fangs. There was no pain this time. Another neat vampire trick, she knew, was a perfectly calibrated venom that both held off clotting and ever-so-slightly numbed the wound.
You don’t need to worry about pain,the article had assured her.Vampire venom has been used as a pain reliever for thousands of years. Your fanged BF knows how to make a bite a good time, we promise!
Rivulets of bright red blood began to flow from the two punctures, but Harlan didn’t let a single drop go to waste. The look in his eyes was dazed,hungry,when he lapped up the streams.
Following them back to their source, he pressed his lips to the wound and slowly, almost reverently, began to draw from her. One hand wrapped around her outer thigh, supporting its weight, while his other one stroked up and down her stomach, every touch an act of worship.
Oh,she thought, trembling,that’s… Oh, that’s so lovely.
Zia pushed his disheveled hair back from his forehead, daring to stroke him back. When he leaned into her touch, she continued petting him with considerable delight.This is why people say sex with a vampire is some of the best you’ll ever have.
It wasn’t just the skill, nor the special tongue. It wasthis.
Harlan drinking her blood was an act of breathtaking intimacy. Never in her life had she felt more connected to another person. She felt precious,needed.She felt like she could cup this fearsome predator in her hands and hug him close, insulating them from the world.
It was just the two of them, wrapped up so wholly in one another, there was no telling where one ended and the other began.
While the endorphins of her orgasm bubbled through her, he reverently took what she so enthusiastically offered him. Zia sustained him, gave him the gift of something so personal, it literally coursed through her veins.
In that moment, he belongedentirelyto her. Silly Zia, with her roses and her papers and her chatter, held a vampire in the palm of her hand.
“I like this,” she found herself murmuring. “A lot.”
Harlan opened his eyes. He looked sated, almostdrugged,when he dragged his tongue over the wounds. For several long seconds, he simply lapped at her. It was like he couldn’t get enough even when the blood stopped flowing and her skin glistened in the candlelight.
He met her gaze through the dense fringe of his lashes. Speaking against her wet, reddened skin, he told her, “Thank the gods you do. One taste won’t be enough.” A smile kicked up the corner of his mouth. The crows feet around his eyes crinkled. “And next time I come, I want it to be inside you, pet.”
Zia’s breath caught. He looked…
Well, she wasn’t entirely sure how she ever thought he lookedstern,almost emotionless. This Harlan looked like she’d torn him open, rearranged something vital inside him, and then sewed him back together again.
