“Lucian, what are you—?” Her words die as my mouth claims her centre.
I taste her blood and desire. It takes everything I have not to lose myself completely. I work her with my tongue, marking her with my mouth, consuming her. Her body writhes beneath me, her pleasure building, completely helpless to stop it.
“Oh God,” she pants. “Help me.”
I lift my head slowly, a dark smile spreading across my lips, knowing her blood and arousal glisten across my mouth.
“Not even the devil can help you now,” I murmur. “You gave yourself to a monster.”
I trail my mouth back up her body, brushing my lips over her throat, breathing her in, branding her with my scent.
“You’re marked,” I growl softly. “Every part of you knows it.”
My gaze locks on hers as I settle between her thighs again. Her hips lift instinctively, seeking me.
“Lucian. I need you.”
I fill her in one hard movement.
She cries out, her back arching beneath me.
I begin to move, slow at first, deep and deliberate, claiming her body with every thrust. Her breasts rise and fall. The way she grips me, the way she takes me, it feels inevitable.
Like she was made for this.
For me.
Her eyes flutter as her body tightens around me, and her nails dig into my back.
“Look at me,” I demand. “Give me your eyes.”
She obeys. Her dark gaze locks with mine, cheeks flushed, lips parted.
“Watch while I claim you,” I growl. “While I mark you as mine.”
I drive into her harder now, still holding back my strength. Her pleasure breaks loose as she cries out, her body clenching around me. She’s coming apart. She tightens around me. I thrust again. Once. Twice.
Then I spill inside her, a roar tearing from my chestas release crashes through me. Her cries echo through the room.
Afterwards, I hover over her, staring down at her trembling body, something dark and absolute settling into my bones.
She smells like me now. Feels like mine.
I thought I’d known possession before.
I was wrong.
This is something primal.
Permanent.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EVELYNN
I lostmy virginity to a vampire.
A fucking vampire.
