Page 96 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

I want to launch myself at her and rip her clothes from her skin, but I don’t. I force myself to wait, to give her the time and the space to do this her way. When she shrugs out of her top, the tips of her long hair graze her nipples and I exhale slowly.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you have perfect breasts?”

“Never. At least not before you.”

“They would look so beautiful pierced, with a delicate chain hanging between them.”

“Maybe one day I’ll do that,” she replies, cupping them, her thumbs trailing over her nipples.

“If you decide you want to, I’ll be the one to do it. No one gets to touch you, man or woman. Now, show me the rest of your beautiful body. I want to see you, Edie. All of you,” I command, my voice rough.

A flush of pink surfaces beneath her chest, rising up her neck before spreading out across her cheeks, darkening them further.

“No one has ever looked at me the way you do,” she admits, a slice of vulnerability shadowing her features as she rolls down her pyjama bottoms.

Affection rises within me, and I feel the sharp pinch of the tattoo around my neck tightening. I strangle the feeling, locking it away, and the noose releases its grip. Letting out a shuddering breath, I drink in her beautiful body as she stands before me completely naked, my gaze roaming over her dips and curves, lingering on the strip of dark hair between her legs before gliding back upwards.

“Does it turn you on knowing how much I want you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, stepping out of the material before picking up the belt.

“Come here, Edie,” I command, my voice hoarse.

“Say please,” she insists.

“Please, Edie. Come here.”

She crawls up my body, her beautiful breasts swaying beneath her. My gaze trails to the soft curve of her stomach, then her thick thighs as she straddles my chest. Twining the belt around my wrists, she ties my hands to the headboard, and I’m rewarded with the pink slit of her pussy mere inches from my face.

I can’t help it, I lift upwards, pressing a kiss against her mound just above a line of soft curls, then breathe in the sweet, musky scent of her desire.

She gasps, her gaze meeting mine as I stare up at her.

A wicked smile pulls up my lips as I lick her seam, circling her clit. She moans, her body jolting against my mouth.

“You smell and taste fucking divine. Now, turn around and sit on my face. Let me feast on you.”

“I might suffocate you,” she protests.

“Believe me, there are worse ways to die,” I counter. “Now sit.”

“You have a wicked mouth, Dorian Crow.”

“There are lots of things about me that are wicked,” I mutter against her thigh, licking and sucking on her skin. “But you know that already. Now turn around.”

“Like this?” she whispers, shifting position as she follows my command. Yet she still hovers above me, the curve of her arse, the thickness of her thighs, and her pussy beautiful to behold.

“Exactly like that,” I say. “Now lean forward and put your hands on my thighs, then sit. I’ll do the rest.”

Edie rests her warm palms on my thighs as she lowers her pussy achingly slowly to my mouth. Too impatient to wait, I lift my head, swiping my tongue between her folds. She lets out a guttural moan, her nails digging into my skin, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my mind as I fuck her pussy with my tongue.

I don’t hold back. I feast on her, sucking her folds between my lips, spearing her dripping hole with my tongue, then scraping my teeth gently against her clit as she rides my face. She gasps and moans, her scent and taste driving me fucking wild. My cock twitches, my balls tighten with every decadent, wanton roll of her hips.

“Dorian. Fuck, Dorian. Please, oh fuck, please,” she cries, her pleasure exploding on my tongue and dripping down my face as I devour her.

If my hands were free, I’d be grasping her arse cheeks, spreading them apart and eating out her pleated hole too, but for now I’m content giving her exactly what she craves.

When her body begins to tremble, I know she’s close to coming apart, so I concentrate all my efforts on fucking her with my tongue as she presses her clit against my chin and grinds on my face.