Her legs trembled against his chest. Her scent drove him crazy. Drawing her in, he slowly licked her slit. If heaven had a taste, it was her. When he reached her clit, her knees buckled.
He picked her up, his hands still on her ass, and set her on the bed, still on his knees.
“You’re so strong,” she moaned.
Yeah. Vampire. He spread her legs wide and ran his palms along her inner thighs. They vibrated against his skin, so much need in the movement he could feel it in his own body. “Beautiful. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Veronica.”
“Wh-why do you always call me that?” she whispered, lust in the tone.
“It’s your name. I like it. Feminine, spunky, and charming.” He leaned in and licked her again, humming as pleasure exploded inside him from the sweet contact. “Ronni is a cute tomboy playing baseball. Veronica is all woman—my woman.” He nipped her clit.
She came off the bed, her cry strangled.
He could only torture them both for so long. “You need to know. I’m biting you today. The way I want to. You’ll wear my marks for eternity, and they won’t be faint. No confusion. You’ll know every time you fucking see them who you belong to.” Before she could answer, he slid his fangs into her thigh.
She cried out, arching.
Her blood filled his mouth, sweet and spicy. The primal being at his core rumbled wide awake, seeking and hunting. Yeah. He licked the wound closed, healing it until two puncture marks remained. “That’s the first one.”
She mumbled something, her body primed and ready.
So he went at her with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. Touching her everywhere, keeping her on the edge, working every erogenous zone she had. Her taste tempted him, her scent surrounded him. But her cries, her sighs…they fulfilled him.
He lost himself in the texture and pleasure she offered. He took. He gave. Several times she tried to clamp her thighs together, to seek some sort of control or relief, and he kept her wide open.
For him.
Finally, a rush of energy zipped through her. He could feel it. There was no way to stop the orgasm about to take her, so he made it as good as he could. He plunged two fingers inside her, plucked one nipple, and sucked her entire clit into his heated mouth.
She screamed.
He grinned against her heated flesh, having no doubt her cry echoed throughout the entire house. Nothing in him cared even the slightest. They all knew she belonged to him. One cry merely confirmed that.
She whimpered, sweat coating her torso, and softened onto the bed.
He placed one last kiss against her core.
She twitched.
He stood and looked down at her. Slumbering eyes, relaxed jaw, satisfied expression. Good.
“That almost killed me.” The sweetest smile he’d ever seen curved her full lips. “But I didn’t beg,” she hitched out.
He met her smile, his body on fire, his heart nearly exploding for her. It had happened quickly, but there was no doubt in his body, in his soul, that he fucking loved her. Would forever. “We’re just getting started.” Sliding a hand beneath her ass, he flipped her over and yanked her onto all fours. “Hold on, baby.”
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Ronni’s hair brushed forward, and she dug her nails into the bedspread to keep from flattening out again. Snow piled against the window, while a heated vampire stood behind her. Her body hummed, satisfied with electrical jolts still zipping through. Her eyelids were heavy, and she needed a nap.
But after the spectacular, more than amazing orgasm he’d just given her, the least she could do was hold still for a moment while he took his.
She sighed and let her body relax.
His fingers curled into her buttocks, catching her attention ever so slightly. There was no way she could go again. Maybe ever. So she wiggled her butt to entice him. “No need to wait.” She was more than wet enough to take him, even with his size.
He slid a hand between her thighs.
Her body jerked as if she’d been shocked. Her well-loved sex clenched, and nearly painful sparks flew from her core. “I, ah, can’t.” She tried to rock forward and away from his hand.
