“Make me come now, youbastard,or I will force you to eat your own—”
My threats become a scream as he thrusts a second finger inside me and sucks my clit into his mouth. My body explodes with sensation, sparks flying through my limbs as I ride out my pleasure on his face.
“Such lovely manners. You’re so beautiful when you come,ma petite déesse,” he growls against my pussy.
“Then let me do it again on your cock,” I command, gripping the back of his golden hair.
“Mmmmm, but what if I want to taste you again? What if I want to feast between your legs until the sun rises?”
“Gideon Rougon, give me your cocknow.”
The snap in my voice makes him sit up, his darkened eyes hooding with lust. The air crackles between us, heated by the clash of our wills and scented with the headiness of blood and sex. My jewels feel heavy around my neck, cutting off my air. Or maybe that’s the way he makes me feel when he looks at me likethat– breathless and choking on things I dare not say.
“Since you ask so nicely,ma petite déesse.”
I’m not opposed to that name.
Gideon stands up and leans over me, kneeling on the bed, fitting his knees between mine. His forearms cage my face as he crushes my lips with his. I taste my pleasure on his tongue, sharp and sweet. My fangs itch to slide down and pierce him, to taste him as he’s tasted me, but I refrain. For now.
Between our frantic kisses, I strip off the rest of his clothes, letting my fingers roam over the hard planes of his body and down to his cock. He’s as big as I guessed, his shaft thick with a pleasing halo of veins. Gideon shudders as I rake the tips of my nails down his length, touching the bead of precum gathered at the swollen head.
Normally, a man has to pay extra to have my mouth anywhere nearhis cock. These days, I make Catherina get on her knees for them. That woman has a mouth like a steam injector.
But for Gideon… I cannotwaitto taste him.
It takes no effort at all to throw him beneath me. He cries out in surprise, but I hold him down as I slide down his body. I don’t give him time to protest as I lick his shaft, tracing the thick veins around his head before laying a trail of feathery kisses that leave him panting.
He sucks in sharply as I take him into my mouth. He tastes exquisite – warm and fresh and so very human. His blood pulses just beneath the surface as I slide my lips down him, taking him deep into my throat. My fangs slide down and the hunger gnaws at me. It’s been so long since I tasted fresh human. And if I pierced him here, now, he’d probably faint from the ecstasy of it…
But as much as I want Gideon at my mercy, I don’t wish him unconscious. I haveplansfor this cock.
So I stamp down the hunger, curl my lips over my fangs, and stroke him slowly until he wriggles and moans and grabs my shoulders, his fingers digging into the collar.
“Arabella,” he breathes, his fingers sliding through my hair and down to my neck. “If you keep that up, you won’t get your cock. I want to be inside you. Please…”
I laugh, my lips vibrating around his shaft before I pull back, running my fingers down my breasts and stomach.
“Since you asked so nicely…” I shuffle up his body, lining up my entrance with his shaft. As much as I’m shaking with the need to sink down onto him, I like teasing him more, so I rub myself along his tip, enjoying the curses falling from his lips as he tries to hold himself back.
“Wait…” A line appears between his eyes as he grips my hips, holding me. “I want you bare for me, you have no idea how much, but aren’t there rules…”
I assume he’s talking about the sheaths usgrandes horizontalesare expected to wear by thebrigade des mœursto help prevent diseases and unwanted pregnancies. But I don’t need to use them, as he can’t give me any vile human disease nor make me pregnant, not even with a Dhampir.
“Iambare for you, Gideon. Trust me, it’s safe.”
The cruel grin tugs at his mouth. His fingers slowly lift my hair, grazing the clasp of my collar. His eyes drop to the bright jewels.
I stiffen.
“I want you completely bare.”
I swallow. My fingers tremble. I’ve never taken it off. Never. Not since the night I lifted it from my sire’s cold, bloody fingers. The magic has kept me safe and helped me build a life for myself. If that magic goes away…
“Why?” I ask, running my fingers over the scarab.
He leans forward, his breath on my lips as he splays his hands on my thighs, his fingers rubbing against my sensitive skin. “I told you. I want all of you.”
Yes.
