“I want you to do something for me, little bird.” I drew back, loving the rose blush across her pale cheeks, the same color as her kiss-bruised lips.
“Anything,” she panted, trying desperately to chase the friction I’d stopped.
Bracketing her chin, I leaned closer, brushing her nose with mine. “Stand up.”
She frowned but obeyed, rising shakily to her feet.
“Lift your skirts.”
I thought perhaps she might have objected, but she grabbed at the fabric, drawing it up until the supple curves of her thighs were exposed. Already a gleam of wetness smeared across her skin, partially concealed by the ruined scrap of fabric she wore. I curled my fingers around them, flicked my gaze up to hers and paused in question.
“We cannot…” she breathed.
A pang sliced through my heart, but of course she was right.
“We will not, my heart,” I answered, sliding the fabric down her thighs and encouraging her to step out of them. With my assistance, she settled back on my lap, her bare cuntblazing against the placket of my trousers. “The first time I sink into you will be in the comfort of our bed.”
“Our bed?”
I nodded, pushing her hips down firmly so she could feel my aching length press against her. “Everything of mine is yours, Adrienne. My bed, my house, my cock.”
She moaned as I dragged her across it.
“There is one more thing I need from you.” Her breathy whimper only made me thrust against her again. “I’m going to sink my fangs into this pretty little throat and when I do, I want you to make a mess of my lap. Can you do that, little bird?”
She nodded quickly. “Y-yes.”
My hand slid to her hair, tilting her head to the side to expose her throat once more. “I want to bathe in your scent—for everyone to know when I leave this place that I belong to you.”
Whatever answer she might have had cut off when my teeth pierced her neck. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her and heating her blood. Already the fabric of my trousers grew damp with her release, but I rocked her against me, taking deep drags of that vital life force in her veins. My name was on her lips, repeated like a prayer as she chased another before the first had abated.
The heat of her was dizzying. I thrust up again, my cock throbbing in time with her heart, my body heating with each pull of her blood. Her fingers curled around my shoulders, drawing me closer, and I let go of her hips in favor of tugging down the neckline of her bodice. I rolled one pert nipple between my fingers. She shattered again, slickness seeping into my clothes. If I could not bury myself within her then this would be enough.
“Beautiful,” I praised, drawing out my fangs and kissingthe wound, lapping at the blood bubbling over. “Perfect. My perfect, perfect mate.”
Her body jerked with each pass of my tongue, a wanton moan slipping from her lips. I chuckled at the feel of her hips rocking, even as my cock begged for release.
“Please,” she pleaded, pupils blown wide with lust as she drew away to look at me.
I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip, groaning as she pressed a kiss to it and sucked it into her mouth. “It breaks my heart to hear you beg. Tell me what you want and I will give it to you.”
Adrienne was panting, squeezing her thighs around my hips, the blood from the wound on her throat sliding down between her exposed breasts. I captured the bead before it could disappear beneath the fabric, licking a stripe up her chest.
“More.”
I chuckled again, scraping my fangs over the swell of one breast. “More?”
Her nod was frantic. My lips closed over her nipple and she moaned, clutching my head and pulling the ribbon from my hair. I slipped my hand beneath her skirts, found her dripping, needy cunt and pressed two fingers inside as my teeth sank into her flesh. At once her walls fluttered around me and I could only imagine the ecstasy it would be when it was finally my cock inside her.
“Eamon.”
I stroked her clit with my thumb, sucking on the wound while my free hand plucked and rolled her other nipple. She was the finest instrument of any I’d ever touched, her music the sweetest and most heartbreaking to my ears. And when she fell over the precipice again, her release gushing across my hand and her blood across my tongue, I knew I would never listen to music the same again.
She would be in every melody I played.
Chapter Twenty-One
Never had a feeding been like that.
