Page 73 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“You know how I feel about hearing another man’s name on your lips,” I warn, my voice drenched with lust and threaded with jealousy.

“Who said God is a man?” she argues. “Besides, I was cussing.”

“If you want to cuss, then use my name, and if you want to pray to a god, then make sure it’s me you’re praying too because, believe me, by the time I’m finished you’ll be in heaven.”

She laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Can’t say anyone has said that to me before, but I stand by what I said.”

“Seems like you’ve got something to prove, but I will warn you, I don’t orgasm easily.”

“That’s not what happened in my car, or at the Unlit Lounge,” I remind her.

“You caught a lucky break,” she teases.

“On both occasions?”

“Well, if you manage it a third time, I might change my view.”

“Did you just challenge me?”

“No, I⁠—”

Her reply is cut off as I shift upwards, reaching for her hips and lifting her up against my chest. “Hold on tight,” I command, and she wraps her arms and legs around me as I crawl up the bed, easing her back against the cushions. Pressing a kiss against her lips, I smile against her mouth. “Challenge accepted.”

“Don’t disappoint me,” she mutters back.

Grabbing the bottle of Merlot from the side table, I twist off the cap and settle across her thighs. “Open your mouth, Edie,” I demand, taking a long sip before setting the bottle aside.

Reaching for her, I slip my finger between her lips, easing her mouth open. Her eyes darken with desire as I cup her jaw and lean in, letting the wine trickle into her mouth. She swallows, a rivulet of liquid slipping down her chin.

“That’s my good Little Vixen,” I say, licking at the trail of alcohol.

“Little Vixen?” she questions, a faint smile pulling up her lips.

“It’s a compliment, Edie. Your sensuality, your playfulness, your seductive charm. You're my Little Vixen,” I explain, before kissing her roughly.

She responds in kind, her hands reaching up as she yanks me closer, her tongue snaking around mine, her teeth scraping against my bottom lip before she bites. It isn’t hard enough to draw blood, but is hard enough to send fire and lust rushing through my veins and straight to my cock. I rear upwards, shift my body between her legs, and run a finger through her plump folds.

“You’re so wet for me. Were you like this for your husband?” I ask, another thread of jealousy curling around my chest.

“No. Never.”

“Good,” I reply, lowering my mouth to her tender flesh and kissing her there.

“Dorian,” she whimpers, and I press my tongue against her clit, swirling the nub.

She jerks against me, lifting her hips, so I lay my forearm across her stomach, pinning her to the bed then flatten my tongue against her pussy, swiping upwards from her hole to her clit, drawing slow, languid circles around her nub.

“That feels so good,” she pants, her fingers sliding into my hair as she pulls on the strands, tugging me closer.

“You taste fucking divine,” I mumble against her flesh, grinding my cock into the mattress, needing the friction, needing release too. Continuing my relentless assault on her flesh, I learn what she likes, listening to her soft gasps, her moans, and doubling down.

“Please, Dorian, please,” she whines as I slide two fingers inside of her, finding that tender spot as I flick my tongue over her clit as fast as I can. She moans, and my cock oozes cum, my balls lifting higher and tighter as I continue to grind into the mattress searching for release.

“Come for me, Edie,” I command, my voice a low rumble.

The back of my neck prickles, the tiny hairs lifting as a sense of possessiveness and need thrums in my veins. It takes everything in me not to rear upwards, pull out my dick, impale her on my cock and bury my fangs in her neck so I can gorge on her blood.