Page 61 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“Just perfect,” I praise, dropping to my knees behind her and flipping her skirt over her arse before biting the glowing fleshy globe.

A mumbled curse slips past her lips, and I tut. “Now, now, Edie. Let’s not forget your manners,” I tease.

“That hurt. Kiss it better,” she demands, her voice lowering an octave. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume she was a vampire attempting to glamour me.

“Gladly,” I reply, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the bitemark.

My palm smoothes over her other cheek before squeezing gently. It’s a soothing touch, belying my need to redden her skin there, to show her how pain can be pleasurable. Tonight I need to ease her in gently. She’s not ready for that. Yet.

“Good boy,” she mutters, and I can hear the smile in her voice. Her subtle display of dominance turns me on, but just like I will be tender with her and restrain my need to redden her skin, tonight she will submit to me.

Sliding her knickers down her legs, I graze my fingers over her ankle. “Lift your foot for me,” I say, helping her to step out of one side, then the other before pocketing them. Then I sit back on my haunches, utterly captivated by the heat of her pussy that blooms like a tropical flower in layers of colour from a white-hot core that melts into a lush, vibrant red. “Look at you,” I mutter.

“How can you possibly see⁠—”

Her question is cut short as I grab her arse, spread her cheeks, then bury my face between her legs, inhaling her scent. For a brief moment my darkness unfurls, sensing easy prey, but I ignore it, swiping my tongue from her clit to her hole.

“Dorian,” she cries as I repeat the action over and over again. When she starts to whimper, her pussy slick and weeping, I slide two fingers inside of her, finding that soft, spongy bundle of nerves. Stroking her, licking her, slaking my thirst, I gorge myself on her pussy.

I don’t stop my relentless attack on her flesh.

I want to make her come so hard that every time she slips her hand between her legs it’s my hands she wishes were bringing her to orgasm. I want her to yearn for me, for my touch, for my kisses, for my tongue and, eventually, my cock. I want her as desperate for me as I am for her.

“I’m going to… I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and just as her internal muscles tighten, I slip my tongue to her pleated hole, tasting her there.

Her scream echoes around the room, her core contracting as she comes, the bloom between her legs blazing in the dark. Fuck, she’s a work of art. She’s the bright, white light that cuts through the darkness, that heats my fucking skin and reminds me of what it feels like to bask in the sun, to be human.

A shudder rips through me, but I have no time to analyse the sudden warmth blooming in my chest because her knees give way. Standing, I haul her back against me and press her into the wall once more.

“Are you okay?” I ask, nuzzling her neck, drawing in her scent that takes me back to the shores of Grayhaven. My home.

“That was… That was incredible.”

“It’s a gift,” I joke.

She lets out a soft laugh, and I give her a moment to settle before gently turning her in my arms.

“Do I get a gold star?”

“Oh, believe me, you’re top of the class.”

Grinning, I kiss her and she melts against me, whimpering as she slides her tongue between my lips, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue. When she grabs my arse and rocks against my erection, I groan. As much as I want to fuck her, to connect my body with hers, I refrain.

Edie’s hands roam over my back, sliding up my arms before she cups my face. “Dorian,” she mutters against my lips, and I reluctantly draw back.

“Yes?”

“I’ve never…” she chuckles softly, resting her forehead against mine. Her soft breaths float over my skin, and the air between us seems to shift with her restlessness.

“You’ve never, what?” I ask, brushing my lips against hers.

“I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’ve never let myself trust someone so completely. You have this uncanny ability to slip beneath my defences, and I’m terrified you might…”

She leans her head back against the wall and sighs.

“That I might what?”

“That you might find your way into my heart. I can’t let you do that, Dorian. I won’t let another man hurt me again. This thing between us can only ever be about sex and pleasure. Please say you understand.”