“You’re so hard.” I stroke him slowly, marveling at the size of him and the way he throbs in my grip. My fingers can’t even meet around his girth. “And big. You’re really big.”
“We’ll go slowly,” he manages, his voice strained. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.”
“Is it going to fit?”
He lets out a rough laugh. “I’ll make it fit.”
I keep stroking him, watching his face. His jaw is clenched, his fangs fully extended, his eyes dark with need. More moisture appears at the tip and I swipe my thumb across it.
He groans like I’ve wounded him. “My turn,” he rasps.
His fingers go to the buttons of the shirt I’m wearing and he undoes them slowly. When the last button is free, he pushes the fabric aside and just... stares. “Claire. You’re beautiful.”
I want to make a joke, deflect. I’m pear shaped and my hips and legs are a little too thick. My torso and breasts have always been my best feature. But I’ve never been great at taking compliments about my body. But the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen, steals every word from my brain.
He pulls the shirt off completely and I’m bare before him.
His eyes roam over me, taking in every inch, and I watch his fangs extend even further. I didn’t know they could do that. He kisses down my throat and collarbone and then he reaches my breasts. And then his mouth closes over a nipple. Oh god. His tongue is cool at first, then warm as he licks and sucks. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
My hands fly to his hair, gripping tight. “More,” I beg.
He gives me more, sucks harder, his cheeks hollowing, and then his teeth graze my nipple — carefully, so carefully, avoiding his fangs — and I nearly come right there. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, licking and sucking. Rolling the other nipple between his fingers so neither feels neglected.
I’m making sounds I’ve never made before, whimpering and gasping…possibly dying from how good it all feels.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop and looks at me, his lips swollen, eyes blazing. “I want to taste you,” he says.
Oh wow. Good thing I recently gave my pussy a good trim.
He kisses down my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs, and then his mouth is on me.
I cry out at the first touch of his tongue on my swollen clit. He licks up my slit, slow and thorough, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan. Then he settles again on my clit and focuses there, and dear god, his tongue should be illegal. “Nikolai?—”
He growls against me and the vibration makes me cry out louder.
My hips lift off the rug, grinding against his mouth, seeking more. He gives it to me. His tongue works my clit relentlessly while one long finger slides inside me, then two, stretching me, preparing me for what’s coming.
I can hear the swishing sounds of my own moisture. It should be embarrassing. It’s not. “More,” I beg. “Please, more?—”
He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars, and sucks hard on my clit at the same time.
An almost painful orgasm crashes through me. I grip the rug so hard I might tear it. The pleasure races down my body. My thighs clamp around his head. He works me through it, gentling only when I start to come down.
When he lifts his head, his lips are wet and his eyes are glowing faintly red. He uses the back of his hand to wipe my moisture from his face. “You taste incredible,” he says. “I could do that for hours.”
“Later,” I manage, still shaking. “Right now I need you inside me.”
Nikolai moves up my body,settling over me. I can feel him, hard and ready, pressed against my thigh. The size of him is intimidating, but I want all of it. He positions his crown at my entrance, the tip pressing against me. I can feel how big he is, how much my body is going to have to stretch to take him.
“You remember what this means,” he says. “You’ll conceive tonight. And I will bite your throat and drink your blood. There will be a scar, which means you’ll bear my mark, my claim.”
“I remember.” I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him closer. “I want this. I want you.”
He pushes inside slowly.
I gasp at the stretch. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with and my body needs time to adjust. It burns a little, that delicious ache of being filled completely.
“Okay?” he grits out, holding himself perfectly still. I can see the strain in his jaw, the effort it’s taking not to move. He’s trembling with the need to thrust, but he’s waiting for me.
