“The games and the lovey-dovey stuff.”
His smile brushed against her lips. “I can do that, pet. All you ever have to do is ask.”
Dahlia had no idea what to expect. He wasn’t exactly a soft man, and she doubted he had much experience going slow or being tender with a lover. But as she was coming to learn, Felix Amauri was full of surprises.
He took his time with her there against the shower’s cool stone wall. Pinning her weight with his hips and one braced knee, he freed his hands to tease her nipples, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and higher. He touched her with featherlight strokes of his fingers, never staying too long in one place or providing enough pressure to get her off.
His kisses were deep and hungry. Their tongues met in a languid glide, the prick of fang adding a sharp note of pleasure-pain irregularly enough that she never quite knew when it’d come.
By the time he finally lined himself up and sank into her, one agonizing inch at a time, Dahlia was a needy, whining mess. Her fingers had moved to his hair, twining themselves in the wet strands, and her heels dug into his back to spur him on.
“That’s my beautiful bride,” he breathed, thrusting shallowly — a cruel tease that made her core flutter around him in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper. “You were born for this. You were always meant to be mine. To take me just like this.”
Dahlia nodded mindlessly, her lips tracing the hard tendons of his neck to find his thrumming pulse. The sharp ache in the roof of her mouth was familiar now, but something stopped her from sinking her fangs into him just yet. It wasn’t the fear that had hit her like a truck after her first bite, but a clear instinct that it wasn’t quite the right time. If she held out just a little longer, it’d be sweeter.
Their bodies came together again and again, filling the shower with the sounds and scents of sex. Felix unlocked her legs from around his waist and in one smooth step moved them over to the bench. A deep sound of discontent escaped her as he pulled out
He chuckled as he arranged her on her knees, placing her on top of the bench with her hands flat against the wall. Digging his fingers into the crease where her hips met the tops of her thighs, he yanked her ass up and back. His slick cock bobbed between her legs, taunting her.
In that sexy, amused voice, he said, “There are two things that drive vampires. Can you guess what they are?”
Dahlia’s nails scraped the marble. Her hips rolled back, desperate to find him again, but he held himself just out of reach. “Blood and fucking,” she growled, the need to be filled again narrowing her focus until she couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what he denied her.
“Close, but no.” Releasing one hip, he began to rub his cockhead up and down her slit, making sure to use extra pressure when he reached the swollen nerves at the apex before skimming back up to push inside just a little. Not nearly enough.
“Felix,”she gasped, slapping the shower wall. Her back arched, sending water down between her shoulder blades and the curve of her spine.
His breath tickled the curve of her ear when he whispered, “Feeding and breeding,pet. That’s what we’re after. A full belly, a well-bred anchor—” He thrust in to the hilt, bottoming out with enough force to make the breath explode out of her lungs. “—there’s nothing better in the fuckin’ world.”
Gripping the underside of her jaw, he pried her head back as he set a punishing pace. The change in angle made every stroke a punishment and a reward all in one. His voice wormed its way inside of her, keeping time with the battering of her poor cervix, stirring instincts she didn’t even know she had.
Felix nipped the corner of her jaw, his breath ragged. “Wanted to fuck you this way from the moment I saw you,” he panted. “Like you’remine.Like you’re gonna take my venom and my come so fucking good. Is that what you wanted too, pet? To be fucked by your man until you’re his forever?”
Her senses spun. Dahlia could hardly tell where she ended and he began as an orgasm hovered just beyond her reach. The pain in her mouth doubled, making her whine and clench hard on his shuttling cock.
He slammed deep and held himself there. Breathing hard against her cheek, he growled, “Use your words, pet.”
A full-body shudder shook her. “Yes,” she gasped, hips moving in desperate, clumsy rolls in a vain attempt to regain that delicious friction. “Yes,yes.Felix, I want it!”
He pressed an incongruously gentle kiss to her cheek before his hips reared back, only to ram forward. Dahlia’s locked arms were the only things keeping her from sliding clear off the bench as he thrust hard and fast. Her heartbeat became a blur — a hummingbird’s rhythm as her body turned into something built solely for this purpose.
Forhim.
Felix dropped his head to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. One sturdy forearm pressed against her lips in a silent command as his hips began to move erratically, pumping with more urgency than finesse. Electricity raced up her spine, tightening all of her muscles in a wave that broke when he plunged his fangs in her neck.
Now.
She didn’t remember biting him. It was pure instinct as his release splashed inside her, his cock buried deep as it could go. The pain of his bite was drowned out by pleasure and the syrupy warmth of his venom. His blood painted her throat and dripped from the corners of her mouth as she took everything he had to give her.
Felix grunted when her cunt clenched hard around him. The fingers of his free hand moved to where they were joined, rubbing in quick circles that made her thighs twitch.
They groaned together as she pulled just a little more from him — blood and seed both.
A long time later, they sat on the bench together, loose-limbed and sated. Dahlia curled up in his lap as he played with the ends of her hair, listening to the steady sound of his heart inside his tattooed chest.
“You love me,” he said, breaking the drowsy silence. It wasn’t a question, and she supposed it didn’t need to be.
Dahlia sighed. “Obviously.”
