Page 72 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“I’m honoured,” I say, meaning it.

“But as much as I want you, I don’t know if I’m ready to sleep with you. I just… It’s been.” She sighs. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been completely naked with another man, and I need time to feel comfortable in my own skin, with who I’m becoming,” she explains.

“Then I’m prepared to wait. We can dance all night, if that’s what you wish.”

“You misunderstand…” She bites her lip, and I suppress the urge to slam my mouth against hers. “I want⁠—”

“What do you want? Tell me.” I insist, pressing my compulsion against hers, trying once again to see if I can find a crack to sneak through, just like I’ve attempted every time we’ve met. Of course, I don’t, and strangely, it’s a relief.

“I want to feel pleasure. I want to come, Dorian.”

“Then that’s what I’ll give you,” I reply, taking her hand and leading her to the bed.

“Dorian, I⁠—”

“Please, sit. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. If you’re not ready to strip bare, then I’ll respect that.” She fiddles with the strap of her handbag, and I hold out my hand. “Let me take that for you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, handing it over as she settles on the edge of the bed whilst I hang up her bag, slip off my shoes, and kneel before her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes drinking me in hungrily.

“Taking your shoes off so I can massage your feet,” I explain, gently removing one shoe, then the other. My hands glide up her legs, my fingers grazing over her silky tights as I push up her skirt until it rests across her thighs. “Lift up for me.”

She meets my gaze, her lips parting on a soft breath as I wrap my fingers around the waistband of her tights and knickers, gently sliding them over her hips and down her legs, slipping the material off her feet. Then, without thinking, I lift her lacy knickers to my nose.

“Fuck,” I groan, her heady scent fucking with my need to stay strong, to not give into my baser needs.

“Dorian,” she gasps.

“Believe me, you smell good enough to eat,” I say, pocketing her knickers and discarding her tights. Grasping her left foot, I gently press my thumbs into her arch. She leans back on the bed, her fingers curling into the satin sheets as I massage her foot.

“How are you so good at that?” she murmurs.

“I’m a man with many hidden talents,” I reply, smiling at the blush pink varnish covering her toenails. “You have very pretty feet, Edie.”

She lets out a soft laugh. “Do you have a foot fetish?”

“I have a you fetish,” I reply, lifting her foot to my mouth and kissing the bridge before wrapping my mouth around her big toe and sucking on it.

“You don’t have to do that.”

I release her toe. “Because you don’t like it, or because you think I don’t?”

“You do?”

“You don’t?” I throw back. If a vampire could blush, I’m sure I would right now.

“It’s… nice,” she begins.

“Nice?”

“I’ve never had my toes sucked before. I’m not sure what to make of it.” She pauses, cocking her head to the side. “Do it again.”

I lock gazes with her, bringing her toe to my mouth. She shifts on the bed, biting on her lip when I dig my thumbs into the underside of her foot and suck her toe into my mouth once more. “That’s…” she moans. “Pleasurable.”

“Good,” I reply, kissing her foot, before gently lowering it to the floor, “And whilst I could happily suck on your toes all night if you’d like, I’m desperate to kiss every single inch of your body. Will you let me, Edie, because fuck, I want to taste all of you.” My hands drift up her legs and cup her knees as I drop my gaze to between her legs, and the slash of pink that glistens there. “But most of all, I want to taste your pussy again. I need to.”

“God,” she stutters, and my head snaps up.