The breath caught in my throat as a menacing, crimson-eyed Ancient Vampir descended on me. André pressed perfectly against me, my body molding to his, and accommodating every hard inch of him in response. And I did meaneveryinch.
His chest squeezed my breasts while his hips pushed forward, his thigh slipping between my legs until it brushed the most sensitive part of me. Every cell in my body lit on fire forhim, but all I could do was look into the intimidating and sensual gaze holding me captive.
“I do not hate anything about you, Natalia. I am obsessed with you.” His head tilted, dipping toward my neck.
My stomach dipped too, becoming hollow with anticipation. Tingling captured my skin when his torn breaths fanned my neck, and at that moment, I finally recognized that the silent anger, and troubling emotions I’d seen in him were actually barely contained passion and need.
“I thought it was impossible to experience anything more powerful than the love I feel for Natasha, but it took one look into your red eyes for my entire universe to explode,” he rasped against the sensitive spot beneath my ear, leaving a sensual kiss on my neck.
An anxious whimper escaped me with the sensations his kiss unleashed inside me.
He lifted his head, crimson eyes boring into mine again. “You are no longer just the woman I love, Natalia. You are danger and desire. Darkness and power. Sensuality and strength. My absolute undoing…”
Wetting his lips, he dragged them along my jaw, leaving a cool trail that made my nipples tighten until they hurt. His thigh pressed harder into my core, eliciting a moan out of me.
“I wanted to pretend it didn't matter that you are a Vampiress now. I wanted to make it seem like I need you as Natasha, just as much as I need you, Natalia. But you consume my every waking hour. You are my perfect mate. The Vampiress I crave, and it’s taken everything in me to try to steady myself and not show how much you destroy me.”
My head fell back when his lips returned to my neck, brushing my bond tattoo, and revealing how truly sensitive it felt now. The tip of his tongue licked the outline of his bursting sun,and André shifted against me, gifting the wonderful feeling of his full hardness on my hip.
Tattered breaths escaped me as the blaze he ignited in me burned through my being, asking to have him until I thought I would die from need. All of him.
“Bite me,” I whispered, feeling him perfectly hard against me. I meant it. There was something inside me screaming to feel him that way. “I know you drank from Natasha once, but it was not the same… That didn’t sealourVampiri bond.”
The breeze swirled around us in a ravaging caress when his gaze met mine again, becoming dangerous and tantalizing. “Be careful what you ask of me… I don’t think I can be gentle anymore. Not with you…”
Licking my fangs, I called his eyes to my lips, giving him a sensual smile while my touch followed the slope of his spine. My hands slipped into the waistband of his jeans, and rejoicing at the feel of his perfect ass, I squeezed.
“I’m not Natasha. I don’t need you to be gentle.”
That sinful, crooked grin returned, and André’s mouth crashed against my neck, his fangs piercing my skin the next second.
A rush of delicious ecstasy coursed through me when he sucked, tasting my blood. Tendrils of vigor extended through me from his bite, like new life was rushing through my veins.
Desire, need, passion, and thirst raged inside me, demanding everything of me.
Once André finished drinking, I pushed against his chest, flipping him onto the slanted roof until I was on top of him. His back crashed against the stone with the force, cracking a few of the red clay shingles. Pieces loosened and fell behind him while my nails elongated to claws, and I shredded the shirt off his body. Our chests pressed together, beads of blood staining his leather jacket when he yanked it off me.
Gripping his hair, I pulled his head to the side. My lips closed over his neck, my fangs piercing his perfectly tanned, tattooed skin. When the first bead of André’s blood reached my tongue, a multitude of colors burst behind my eyes. The experience was nothing like when I fed off Dante. It was far, far more intense.
A glimpse of the sun with the taste of him.
I sucked, feeling new power wrap me in its sweet embrace until my entire being hummed, and I was satisfied.
“Now, we are truly one,” André murmured in my ear, calling my lips to his.
“Is it supposed to feel like this?” I whispered, seeing the red in his eyes intensify just as I assumed mine were.
“What do you feel?”
“The sizzling energy of the sun coursing through me.”
The naughty grin he gifted me said it all. “I feel the blazing power of your fire in me… It will pass.”
Before I could take my next breath, our mouths crashed together again, devouring each other with growing need.
“Are you wet for me?” I asked against his ear, my hands roaming his chest and abs.
“Always,” he grunted. “Especially after seeing those sexy red strands.”
