She tried to protest his words, but it came out as a whimper. He leaned slightly back, and his tongue left a trail of heated kisses across her shoulder. Moving her hair aside, he kissed her nape before cupping her ass in his palms.
Simone panted for air as everywhere he touched became electrified until her entire body felt like a live wire. Her head fell forward until her forehead rested against the wall. It took all she had not to shove demandingly against him and plead with him to end her torment, but she didn’t want it to end. She was caught in a purgatory between pleasure and pain; one she enthusiastically embraced as his hands explored her backside before slipping around to her front.
Killean was torturing himself as much as her, but the more he explored her, the more he enjoyed prolonging their release. He caressed her nipples before sinking his fangs into her shoulder. She moaned in response as the muscles of her sheath clenched around his shaft.
Releasing her breasts, he skimmed his knuckles down her flat stomach and over the curve of her hip before sliding a hand between her legs. Simone wiggled against him when he stroked her clit.
“Don’t move,” he whispered.
“Killean.” She was unable to hold back a protest.
“Don’t. Move.”
Blood trickled from the punctures she put in her bottom lip when she bit it. So lost to his torment, she hadn’t realized her fangs had extended.
The scent of her blood on the air tantalized his nostrils; he clasped her chin and turned her head toward him. When the white-blue color of her eyes met his, something more than the emotions of lust and possessiveness tore through him. This beautiful woman had willfully bound her life to his, and in doing so, she’d made his lonely and tormented existence fade away as if it never existed.
Leaning forward, he licked away the drops of her blood before claiming her mouth in a kiss. Her legs wobbled, and for a second, he thought she would collapse as he pulled his shaft out of her before sliding in again.
Simone’s fangs latched onto his lip, and she clasped the back of his head as she instinctively found the pace of his tongue and body. Something within her came undone as she drank deeper from him. She wanted more—no, sheneededmore.
But what more did she need?
Then, Killean grasped her hands and returned them to the wall. When his movements became harder and more demanding, she eagerly met each of them. He was far more forceful with her than he’d been before, but she yearned for this complete loss of control.
Then he was pulling away from her, and before Simone could respond, spinning her around. He gripped her hips and lifted her. Simone wrapped her legs around his waist as he sank himself inside her and clasped her wrists against the wall.
She gazed into the fiery color of his eyes while he remained unmoving inside her. The power he exuded crackled against her skin. He could snap her as easily as she could break a toothpick, but she felt no fear of this formidable man who battled to keep himself restrained from attacking others. He could be a threat to so many, but never to her.
Killean savored the beauty of her swollen lips, flushed face, and heaving breasts. The proper hunter he first encountered was gone, and in her place was a vampire who craved her mate. Killean held her eyes as he slowly began to thrust into her again.
Simone watched his muscles flexing against her while he moved with fluid grace. His body fascinated her;hefascinated her, and she wanted to experience more of him. She jerked against his restraining hold on her wrists.
“Let me touch you,” she said, and Killean released her.
Her hands settled on his shoulders before sliding down the front of his chest. She grazed her nails over his flesh as his eyes burned into hers.
“Harder,” he commanded.
For a second, she didn’t understand, but then he grasped her hand and scraped her nails down his chest. Her nails left reddened streaks on his flesh.
“Harder, Simone.”
She hated the idea of harming him, but something inside her couldn’t resist the hoarseness of his voice or the excitement she sensed building within him. She scratched him again, but not enough to draw blood.
Killean shuddered as pain and ecstasy mingled together until the Savage part of him was slowly relaxing. Apparently, it didn’t matter to the demon who felt the pain as long as it experienced some.
“Harder,” he commanded. He expected her to balk, but Simone licked her lips and obeyed him.
This time, her nails drew blood, and Killean released a sound of bliss that made her half crazed. Then she realized what she’d done toKillean.She had only a second to be disturbed about it before he clasped the back of her head and drew her mouth to the ruby rivulets trailing down his chest.
“Yes,” he groaned when she licked the blood away before sinking her fangs into him.
Killean thrust harder into her as he felt himself spiraling out of control. Her pulse quickened as her muscles gripped his cock tighter, and through their bond, her need for release battered him like a hurricane battered the shore. Sinking his fangs into her throat, he plunged into her once more and was unable to stop himself from coming when the intensity of her orgasm tore his release from him.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Killean lay in bed,staring at the ceiling as Simone slept soundly beside him. So exhausted by what they’d exchanged, she hadn’t stirred in hours, but he didn’t dare sleep; not while they were still vulnerable.
