Page 98 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“I’m a man of many talents. Getting out of tight knots is one of them. Taking what I want, another.”

Shock stutters across her face, followed very swiftly by desire. Her eyes flick to the door, her intentions clear as I push upright.

My body thrums with feral need as I press my lips against her ear and say, “You’d better run.”

Chapter 22

Edie

With my heart in my throat, I run downstairs, holding onto the railing for dear life so I don’t fall and break my neck. When my feet hit the wooden floorboards of the hallway, I make the mistake of looking over my shoulder.

Dorian is standing on the landing above, his gaze drilling into mine. He’s all sharp angles, rigid muscle and art, his vine tattoo an intricate, thorny masterpiece etched into his skin.

“Do you want me to catch you that badly?” he asks, a dangerous smile pulling up his lips as my heart jackhammers in my chest. “Well?” he insists, holding the banister and taking a step towards me.

I twist on my feet and run, because I want him to chase me.

By the time I reach the kitchen, I realise I don’t have anywhere to go other than the garden. My house is detached, my neighbours on either side are elderly, but there’s no guarantee they won’t see me. Flicking my gaze to the clock on the wall, I see it’s almost midnight. They must be in bed by now, and there are no lights at the back of my house, so it’s dark enough. My garden is long, secluded, with high fences on either side and a small copse of trees at the back.

Without giving it another thought, I open the kitchen door and sprint towards the bottom of the garden, the grass wet beneath my feet. When I reach the trees, I step between them, my breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. The air is cool given the late hour and recent rainfall, but I’m burning up with heat, with the kind of desire and lust I’ve never, ever, felt before. As I look back up to the house, Dorian stands at my back door, the light from inside silhouetting his incredible body.

I step back into the darkness, body trembling as I wait for the moment he finds me. Seconds later, strong fingers wrap around my arm as he tugs me against his chest.

“How did you get here so⁠—”

My question is cut off abruptly as he grasps my arse and lifts me, his lips slamming against mine. My brain short-circuits as my legs wrap around his waist and his tongue invades my mouth. His kiss is rough, passionate and raw, and I yield to it. I lean into the moment, tugging him closer, my nails scratching across his back, my hips undulating against the firmness of his stomach, spreading my desire across his skin.

I don’t feel the cold. Only heat. His. Mine. Ours.

Right here at the bottom of my garden, shrouded in moonlit darkness, we burn for each other.

“Fuck me, Dorian. Make me come again,” I demand, reaching between us and grasping his cock.

He grunts, his hands coming to my hips as he lifts me, then in one quick motion he impales me on his cock. I slam my mouth shut, swallowing the scream attempting to burst free from my lips. He stills momentarily as one commanding sentence slips past his lips.

“Let go, I want to hear you scream.”

Then he slides his arm around my back, supports all of my weight in his massive arms and fucks me like a man possessed. He doesn’t give my body time to accommodate his impressive cock. No, he slams into me without restraint. With a need so powerful that I feel it in the very depth of my bones. The feel of his cock inside of me is nothing like the dildo he gifted me. The pulse of his cock, the way he undulates his hips, forcing his piercings to hit every sensitive spot, makes this experience a thousand times more satisfying. Every swipe of his tongue, every grunt and groan, is mirrored back at him. I’m lost in him, in his powerful presence, in the way he takes and gives with equal fervour.

In this moment we are nothing more than two bodies lost to sensation, more animal than human. I try to stay quiet, but every thrust is breaking something open within me. All the years I’ve held my tongue, all the times I’ve dampened my needs at the whim of another, all the occasions I’ve been made to feel small, insignificant. It’s as though he’s unlocking that part of me I’ve buried deep down inside, and I hear the call of my femininity, not the soft or nurturing kind, but the kind that claims and devours, that lets herself be heard.

“Dorian!” I cry, my internal muscles squeezing as an intense orgasm builds.

It gathers strength in my womb, a pulsing, living thing intent on breaking me apart only to rebuild me into something new, something infinitely more powerful. Stars and fireworks blaze behind my closed eyelids as I detonate, my body shuddering and shaking as a scream rips past my lips. My nails score into Dorian’s flesh, drawing blood, marking him, claiming him as mine. My teeth sink into his shoulder, biting hard as I try and fail to appease the feral need within me.

“Look at me,” Dorian demands and my eyes snap open as he curls his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back.

I stare up at him as he shoves me up against the trunk of a tree, the sharp bite of pain as the bark scratches my skin, making me gasp. I feel blood slipping over my skin, but I don’t tell him to stop. Instead, I yank him closer, pressing my forehead against his as he continues to thrust deeper, harder. I have no time to recover from one life-altering orgasm as another gathers strength behind it. The blaze inside of me transforms into white heat and right at that moment, as moonlight spills across his face, a deep crimson bleeds into the white of his eyes.

“Your eyes,” I choke out, ice-cold fear slipping down my spine.

“You’re bleeding,” he snarls, then he tips his head back and roars, teeth bared. I gasp, fear choking my breath as his canines elongate into sharpened points.

“D-dorian?” I stutter, but my voice is whipped from my throat as he wrenches my head to the side.

“I can’t fight it.” A flicker of regret crosses his features, then a heartbeat later, his mouth is at my neck, and he bites. Hard.

Pain explodes. Sharp. Intimate. Devastating.