I was blaming it on the devil. But he wasn’t here now. I still wanted—died for—a taste of Slasher’s perfect lips.
Wiping a hand over my forehead, I flashed the keycard at the red spot until it turned green. Then my hand fell on the handle, unlocking the door. I might have sighed and swallowed a thousand times in the moments we stood facing each other in the hallway, both one foot in, one foot out the room.
“I hope you had a good time,” he finally said.
My heart leapt. “I did. Did you?”
“So much.”
“Well…thank you so much for coming with me.” I grabbed the edges of the tux jacket, pulling him in as I stretched on my toes to reach his cheek. “I really appreciate it.” His cologne tampered with my head when I pecked him. My eyes squeezed tight. My cheek stroked his as I slowly moved back. Then I stopped only when my breath was close enough to echo on his lips and fall back on mine.
My eyes opened, seeing nothing but his mouth. My breasts heaved against his chest. “Good night, James.”
A hand snatched the back of my head, and Slasher was on me, backing me into the door. Before I knew it, his mouth was crushing down on mine, and the door was slammed shut. It was as if when I spoke, my breath on his lips shattered the last of his resistance, and he had to have me right here right now.
His tongue invaded my mouth, my body plastered to his, my back against a wall. I kissed him back and moaned into his mouth. Whose first kiss was the perfect combination of sweet and hot and intense like that? I felt like I could come from just his kiss.
And like my heart could fall apart with just this kiss.
His hands moved down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The kiss deepened. He put his hands on my butt and lifted me up. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist.
His hands roamed up my bare leg as my dress inched up, tracing the edge of my panties. I let out a little moan. His eyes darkened with pure, masculine, yet animalistic desire. “I’ve got you where I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. That kiss was everything, Vixen.”
My hand clung to the back of his head, our foreheads rested on top of each other. “Yes.”
I quivered as he stroked me over the top of my underwear, stoking the fire he’d already ignited. “I’m dying to taste you.”
If this was coming from just a guy, I’d assume he meant my pussy. But coming from a vampire…
“You mean…where your fingers are burning me or…”
“Both.”
My mind began to sober up and regain control of my body instead of my ovaries. “Are you going to spill blood on my dress?”
Seriously? That’s the only problem bothering you when a vampire wants to suck my blood?
He chuckled against my mouth. “Nah. I’m very experienced. I promise you’ll like the foreplay bite more than anything.” He swallowed, his mouth watering as he seemed to be imagining it. “Do you trust me, Vixen?”
“Yes.” The word flew out of my mouth. At this moment, I was under his utter and complete control.
He smiled, his attention on the veins in my neck. “That’s so silly and naive…and adorable.”
“Yeah…but you won’t hurt me.”
“Not in a million years, kitten.” He pushed my hair to the side and leaned in for a bite. His cold breath tickled me first before I felt them. The fangs. They grazed my skin, pricking it with a slow burn. Then they sank in. Deep. Deeper.
I moaned, gasping for breath. I got…wetter, hornier, if that was even possible. My hand groped for his cock, glad to feel it was straining through his pants. He paused carefully, his tongue licking my skin. Then he was out. The way he looked, fangs out, my blood on them, tongue swiping across, eyes black and rolling back was one of the most viciously scary and erotically arousing things I’d ever seen.
“Sweet. So fucking sweet. Like I’ve always imagined.” He touched the hand on his cock and rubbed it against him. “See what you do to me? My dick is as hard as a fucking rock.”
He tugged me back against his incredible body, attacking my mouth with barely restrained ferocity. The taste of my blood was faint. He’d licked it off till the last drop.
He continued to stroke my pussy, but under my panties, faster and harder, his mouth kissing at my ear now. “I need to know I can make you lose control like you do to me. And I need to know what it feels like when your pussy pulses around my finger,” he said hoarsely, putting pressure on my clit.
I shattered into a thousand pieces, my climax so intense I felt like I might melt into a puddle on the floor. He kissed my screams of pleasure. When I was finished, he lowered my feet to the floor. My legs were jelly. His hold on my waist was the only thing that kept me upright.
I pressed a hand to my neck and looked at my fingers, the other never leaving his erection. No blood. He did know what he was doing. And I did love the foreplay bite. I didn’t think I’d ever come this fast. Especially with all that gin in me.
