Something more than desire built within her as he deepened the kiss and explored her with tender care. His hand ran back up to her breast, and he cupped it before breaking the kiss to lower his mouth to her nipple.
She arched beneath him when the heat of his mouth seared into her flesh and drew him closer as unexpected tears clogged her throat. Never in her life had she desired a man more, but she didn’t want this to end. So many things were trying to tear them apart and destroy them both, but right now, it was only the two of them, and nothing could come between them.
Saxon nudged her back onto the bed and unhooked his leg from around hers. Pulling the covers away from her, he leaned back to survey her. She was so lovely with her pert breasts, puckered nipples, and supple body. The bruises marring her ivory flesh couldn’t deter from her beauty as her chocolate-colored hair spilled around her, and those eyes….
Her stunning eyes were heavy-lidded as she gave him a sultry smile and stretched like a cat. His gaze latched on to her breasts when they rose close to him.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“You know I do.”
When she rested her hand on his cheek, he pressed it against his face before lifting it and drawing her finger into his mouth. His fangs grazed her finger when he sucked on it before releasing her hand and pushing her back onto the bed.
She’d been with him numerous times, yet her heart raced like this were their first time together when he parted her thighs and slid between her legs. Grasping her wrists, he was careful with her cast as he lifted her hands over her head and pinned them to the pillow. The head of his cock teased her entrance, yet he didn’t bury himself inside her.
When he remained unmoving above her, she searched his eyes and saw the need there. But there was something more, something she’d never seen before; an emotion she couldn’t quite place. And then he bent his head to kiss her again. His tongue teased her mouth before slipping inside to kiss her in unhurried strokes that left her breathless.
An ache spread throughout her, and she lifted her hips to him; she was desperate for him to end this torment, but he continued to kiss her until she was panting for air and squirming beneath him. He was an artist in the art of passion, and she was his tortured, helpless student, but she couldn’t deny she enjoyed the torture.
When he broke the kiss, he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. She felt his fangs against her and held her breath as she waited for them to pierce her flesh, but he restrained himself from taking what he craved.
But then, she’d never offered it to him before.
“Saxon,” she murmured.
His lips caressed her chin before dipping to her throat. The scrape of his fangs against her flesh caused her to shiver. She wouldneverforget the agony of her last bite, but she found herself anticipating this one. It wouldn’t be the same; she knew that as well as she knew the sun would rise.
“Saxon, you can take my blood.”
He was so lost in the taste and feel of her that it took a couple of seconds for her words to penetrate. When they did, he froze before lifting his head to look at her.
“Elyse?”
“You can take my blood. I want you to have it and to experience it with you.”
His fangs throbbed to pierce her flesh.
“It will make you stronger, won’t it?” she asked.
It took him a couple of seconds to answer. “Yes.”
“And you want it, don’t you?”
“More than you could ever know.”
“Thentakeit.”
“If I do this, it will increase my need to complete the mate bond.”
Elyse gulped. “When this is over, I’ll take your blood and join you, but not before then. I can’t. I won’t risk you in such a way.”
He closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, red flickered in their beautiful depths. Bending his head, he kissed her again. Elyse didn’t know if he would drink from her or not, but when his tongue found hers, she stopped caring. He released her wrists, and she threaded the fingers of her good arm through his hair while he deepened the kiss.
Locking her legs around his waist, she drew him closer as she rested her cast on his back and dug her fingers into his flesh. His muscles bunched beneath her as he slid slowly into her, stretching her, and filling her completely, before stopping.
She didn’t move either as she savored the feel of him within her. She had to cherish every minute of this time together before he left her. When he pulled back before thrusting into her again, Elyse closed her eyes and nipped at his bottom lip.
Every beat of her heart thundered in Saxon’s ears. She’d given him permission to taste her, but if he bit her now, it would be over. Once he drank her blood, he would lose all control. He kissed her before trailing his tongue over her neck and nipping at her ear. Her hips rose and fell faster in response, and he sensed she was close to coming.
